A.N This is really angsty...ONESHOT! To the song Broken by Amy Lee and Seether. Enjoy and tell me if you like it. My first song fic ever so please be nice :]

Broken

~I wanted you to know. That I love the way you laugh. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.~

She was beautiful, with her long blond hair blowing in the wind. She looked over and saw me. She smiled. I smiled. I walked over. I was speaking, but had no clue what I was saying. I just loved her laugh. It was like the cool ice on a wicked burn. She had bagadge though. We both did. I was joking with her about dancing. I took her hands and did some stupid dance move. Her long sleaved blue shirt moved up lightly showing her scars. She pulled back, but the burn marks still haunted my mind. I just wanted to take her in my arms. I wanted to hold her close, and take all the world threw at her.

~ I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain because I'm broken when I'm lonesome. I don't feel right when you're gone away.~

I was in my room flipping through pictures of us. We weren't a couple, but everyone said we should be. Yeah the two screwed up children together on a road of love and tortured souls. That was definatly us. I paused seeing one picture. It was us at Halloween. We both went as emo's because well we didn't really have to dress up differently. We put chains around our necks, and I wore another as a belt. She had in small skull earrings. She also had a small black stud in her nose. My snakebites were black and red striped. She wore a ripped school girl skirt and a red shirt. I wore my normal clothes. Black jeans and a Black Veil Brides shirt. It was the first time she didn't hide her scars. It was the first time I didn't either. I shut my phone and laid back on my bed. I just didn't feel right with her not here.

~You've gone away. You don't feel me here anymore.~

She was drifting from me. She wouldn't say why. I couldn't say when it had started. I didn't feel right. I just...felt numb without her. She never wanted to hang out anymore, but back then I knew it was the only think keeping both of us sane. When I saw her in the halls she looked at me with dead eyes, and I knew she didn't know who loved her anymore.

~The worst is over now, and we can breathe again. I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away.~

We could talk again. She was hesitant though, thinking carefully on what she said. She didn't think I noticed, but I did. We breathe and hang again. She drifts off though, and it only makes me want to break her walls down so I can build them back up again. Helping her while she helped me.

~There's so much left to learn. Got no one left to fight. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain because I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel right. I am strong enough.~

A crack has opened in her barriers. She's started again...the burning. I want to know why, but when I asked she shut down. I open up to her because I just can't fight anymore. However, while I am here opening myself to her I don't feel right. I feel too strongly to let her go.

~Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone away.~

I thought back on what she had said. "It feels so good...the burning. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel, and when I stop I'm numb again." I wanted to be that fire. I wanted to be the one making her feel alive and not numb. She had been sitting on my bed when she said that. She was under my covers and curled up. I was sitting in my desk chair. When she said that I had looked in her eyes and asked if anything else had the same effect. She said she didn't know.

~Because I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel right. I am strong enough. Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away.~

I had called and she didn't answer. I called again later. I even went to the point of texting her. She hadn't answered. I had gone over to her house and let myself in. I went into her room and the carpet was wet. I had ran to her bathroom and saw her. She wore a beautiful black dress and under the water she looked peaceful. I had yanked her up and she didn't do anything. I had laid her down and started doing CPR. Eventually she coughed up water, and when she saw me...oh god when she saw me. Her blue eyes were puffy and red. I just looked at her. I knew my tears were falling freely, and I just couldn't pull them back. I had started yelling at her. She just laid there and watched me. I yelled at her about how she couldn't see anything. She was so obliviously beautiful. Even as I yelled at her my voice was getting softer seeing that she was there. She was still alive. "Why did you do it?" I asked her with a voice broken with sorrow. She slowly sat up and looked at me. The black dress looked like a puddle of shadows on her body. "I wanted to know if you would save me."

~Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone. You've gone away. You don't feel me here anymore.~
I had forced her to come back to my house because I simply didn't trust her alone. She spilled everything. Her dad had left her and her mom to live by themselves. Her mom died and she lived alone. Her dad never came back. She started burning herself. She was scared. She had always had this subconcious thought of suicide. I kept her from it. I made her see the beautiful things. I made her start believing that life was meant to suck at first. Life is meant to get better. Then it was magic. She kissed me and when I finally let her go she simply whispered. "You make me feel alive." That kiss was followed by another, and that one by another. I kissed her until I knew that she wasn't broken anymore. She was healing.