My guardian angel (JEREMY DAVIS ONE-SHOT)

Hi I'm Emily. There's not much to say about me. I'm artistic, musically influenced and very shy round strangers. But there's on person I can't talk to about anything. Jeremy. A tall blond haired teenager with the brightest blue eyes I've seen. I was new to this school a 'freshman' in these's US terms. Jeremy. Where could I start he's cute... More like adorable. But this sense of adorableness has faded. The smile he owns hunts me. Waking me up during the night. I then find myself after these's fateful memories, crying into the sheets of my bed. I can't take it anymore. He was here. Now he has left me in peril. I now understand that no human being on this earth can replace him, even if he if he was a complete replica of him. He just can't be replaced.

The days and months have past since you left me. Alone. In this frozen wasteland I have to call home. But as the time pasts, I slowly grow my courage up again... But plummets every time I think of him. I have always understood the concept of ' life's not fair '. But since that day my life has been torture. I just cant live with this ecstasy of pain. My farther has lost all respect for me due to tattoos and piercings, my mother now lives in Birmingham after getting a divorce. The only people who actually have respect for me is my sister Gabby and mine and hers friend Freya. Sometimes I wish I could actually scream my heart out and have plates fly mid-air and the windows shatter and watch the shards land on the colourless outdoor ground. Just like the Lostprophets video (but it's not that simple). But I now live in Franklin TN with Gabby and Freya. I got enrolled in Franklin classical school (FCS for short). That's when I met him.

It was 2001, the start of the winter term. I was introduced to my 'home room'. The walls layered with math posters, an oak wood flooring with visible scratches from the plastic chairs tucked under the individual dented, drew on and caved love hearts onto them.

The bell rung, a colossal sized crowd barged each other inside the warmth of the classroom. As I was already sat down reading the illustrations on the desk, a tall blonde wearing grey skinny jeans and a white t-shirt stood to my left. I looked up at him.

"I think your in my seat" He spoke playfully.

"Oh sorry... I'll move" I stammered.

"No no, I was joking but I sit next to you though" His face plastered with a smile.

"I'm Jeremy and who may you be?" He continued.

"Oh I'm Emily" I spoke with lack of confidence, yet analyzing him as he chucked his low riding back-pack on the desk in front of him.

The more I talked with him, I couldn't force myself to stop looking into those diamond like eyes and devilish smile. At the moment I know that he was the only one for me. But my heart kept heavy as I was too shy to tell him my feelings just like most girls wish.

But yet nothing changed I clearly remember that you would never let my pale face hit the cold ground, or even any of my body. That if anybody abused me you would be there like my own personal super hero, then wipe the tears or even blood on my face that appeared after the abuse of others that disliked me for my appearance, You know discrimination.

But yet the question running through my head is 'why?', why did you leave me? why did you act like that?

People would remind me of him. Then cheer me up... well attempt to, always saying 'it's okay' over and over again.

The winter term ended quick, me and Jeremy were close but not lovers like I wanted, we knew more about each other, like he knew my addiction to My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold and Billy Talent. I knew he loved Underoath, Deftones and Iron Maiden.

The season changed to spring back then, and wave of depression broke me down, and that my sister and friends would worry to much for me to handle.

Spring fling was just around the corner and everyone had a date but me. This same 'jock' would stand by the side of me asking me to go with him.

"would you go to the spring fling with me?".

But in the corner of my eye I would see Jeremy frowning then giving sinister looks at the 'jock'.