Your's Only

New Guardian

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*Give me love- Ed Sheeran*

Skylars POV
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It's been 2 weeks since I've seen Miles and I'm more then worried. I'm a nervous wreck, I've even been crying myself to sleep every night and I hate it.
My heart... I can't even feel it. Do I even have one, because I don't want one. I'm on the edge of dying, but no one knows. Everyone's got a life that's in pace with the time; mines just on pause.

My life is frozen in the cold drops of rain the pour from the skies

Too much information, and I can't grasp it all at once

This is worse than anything I've ever felt before, I can't breathe. I can't eat. I can't think. I can't dream. I can't even sleep without crying for Christ's sake!!
Miles. Miles. Miles

He's a vampire

That's all I can think about; I hate it

"Umm... sorry to disturb you" my eyes heavily lifted, before I saw the fake blonde nurse walking towards my bed. "you have a visitor, and their ready to take you home" she faked a smile, and I swear she looks worse than the girls on Jersey Shore.

I rolled my eyes; crawling out of bed slowly "You don't have to act, like you like me. I won't tattle on your fake ass" I sneered.

'I can't believe you just said that' my subconscious stated shockingly.

"W-what?" She had her hands up in surrender, as her loud; annoying heels banged closer towards me. "If you weren't a patient here, you'd be on the floor dead by now. I don't know who you think you are little bitch, but stay out of my way" her fake spider length lashes, barely hit my cheeks before she swayed her hips out of my room.

I hate her! I hate everyone! I'm ruined! I hate love! I hate guys!
HE LEFT ME...

I screamed in my head, before crushing my fingernails into the depth of my hips and sliding down onto the floor.

"I want to die"

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I remember sliding down on the floor, crying my lungs out. I don't remember breathing, I felt like I was going to die. Now, I was sprawled out on a comforter; feeling like warm silk.

I danced my fingers across where I was, but all I could feel was heat. It was warm, and smelt like sweet, sugary pancakes.

My lashes were glued together from the tears that didn't seem stop. It felt like months trying to snap them apart and when I finally did; I regretted it.

My body wasn't wearing the white dresses that the hospital made you wear. It was in a black long sleeved shirt, and boxers?

"Ohmygod!" I cried, taking appearance in the room that I was in.

It was huge, and expensive looking. Gold edges around the door, and a couch settled across the bed. It looked like the rooms you saw on a magazine, yet it was a guys room.

I'm kidnapped, oh goody just add it to the bloody list of torture I have written out.

"Good morning beautiful"

"Who are you?!" I snapped too quickly, before I took appearance in the person.

My heart let out repeated beats, that were faster than I could count. He was tall and lean, with light brown hair and shadowy, green eyes.
Your typical pretty boy, but there was something strange about him.

I could feel it, and it wasn't good.

"Want breakfast, then we'll have questions?" He smirked. "and I know your dying to ask away,"

Idiot

"Who. Are. You?" I stated, gritting my teeth; which made the idiot laugh.

I crawled out of the bed I was in, and stood up; facing him. I was a freaking ant compared to hulk standing over there!

I pretended like his height didn't intimidate me, but hell it did more than that.

As if reading my mind the idiot cocked his head to the side, and grinned in satisfaction. "Your more prettier than I expected"

"Your more idiotic than I thought, if you don't start answering my questions" I smirked back, and that shocked him.

Score!

"Who Are You?" I stated slowly, folding my arms across my chest.

"Your new lover"

He stated seriously, before dropping the plate of pancakes I didn't even realise he had holding; as it shattered across the floor in front of me.

His fingers cupped my chin, before pulling me into his deep and sweet kiss. I felt tears stinging the corners of my eyes, as I smashed my lips harder against his and deepened the savoury kiss. It was a battle between two lips, though it wasn't right. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't, I needed a distraction against love. Kissing him more strongly, more passionate, more intensity pouring into it. I gave him my pain, and pulled him down deeper on me; I gave my body to him. I was starving for a distraction, and I was weak
This was wrong

And I knew it, but I did not care

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