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((psst! i just used names. i couldn't think of actual names. so i just used names of my friends. MY FRIENDS AREN'T ACTUALLY LIKE THIS! cept Spec is really this nice. don't go gettin the wrong idea bout them!! again!!! srry ppl. sweatdrop oh!! and if u have any ideas bout a name for it. plz tell me, couse i can't think of a name T.T))





Spike huddled in the corner with blood and bruises covering her shaking form, they were from the latest beating. She had short, spiked, black hair, two earrings in each ear, and stormy gray eyes. She looked to be about twenty years old. SHe had on a black shirt that read 'The Killers rock my sockz' and faded blue jeans that were now covered in blood. Her injuries consisted of a black eye, busted lip, bruises everywhere and a few broken ribs, which made her cough up blood every couple minutes. Spike didn't dare move in case her boyfriend came back up to their room. He was currently down stairs watching TV in the living room and drinking.

The next morning came to soon for Spike. She woke up and could barely move. She looked around for the clock, but remembered that he threw it at her the night before. She took what strenght she had left, to get up and walk to the bathroom to take a shower. After she finished washing all the blood off herself, she tended to her bruises and broken ribs. She got dressed for work and left, hoping against hope that her boyfriend would stop the constant abuse very soon.

As Spike was walking to her job at the local movie theatre, she ran into someone. She fell backwards and winced as the groun made contact with her newly formed bruises.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Are you alight?" The person she ran into said. He held out a hand to help her up.
"It's ok. I wasn't paying much attention either. I"m fine." Spike said as she took his hand. He gently pulled her up and smiled, still not letting go of her hand. She looked him over. He had short brown hair, green eyes, one earring in his left ear. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt with a couple black bracelets on each arm.
"So, what happened to you?" He asked indicating her bruises and busted lip.
"I fell. Can I have my hand back, please, mister..." She waited for him to fill in the blank.
"Oh, I"m Spec. Just Spec." Spec said while letting go of her hand, making it drop to her side.
"Oh, well, nice to meet youSpec. I'm Spike. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to get to work." She said walking arouns him.
"Yeah, I gotta go too. Hope to see you again, Spike." Spec called to her as she quickly turned a corner. She was cute. Maybe I could ask her out, soon. Spec thought as he went on his way.

Spike came home to find her boyfriend, Heavannic, talking to Spec on the couch in the living room. They looked up at her, Spec smiled as Heavannic glared.
"Hey woman, get us some sodas." HEavannic said with a dark tone.
"Yes Vanny." Spike said and rushed into the kitchen to get their drinks.Spec watched silently at how Heavannic was treating Spike. Spike came back and gave them their drinks.
"So Spike, did you make it to work on time?" Spec asked taking a siip of his soda. She nodded.
"You two know each other?" Vanny asked in a dark and curious tone. Spike gulped neveriously.
"We ran into each other this morning. How do yooukow her?" Spec replied carefully, watching and listening to how they acted together.
"She's my girlfriend." Vanny stated as he took a sip.
"Oh, that's good. Well, I better be going then. Bye Vanny. Good-bye Spike." Spec said as he walked out off the front doorand down the street. Oh god, here coomes another beating. I should remember to thank Spec next time I see him. Spike thought as Heavannic got up and hit her, sending her to the floor.
"Don't go getting ideas about Spec. He can't love you or save you. Who would want to save a piece of s**t like you? Stay away from him. He's my friend and he's off limits." Heavannic yelledas he kicked, punched, and slapped her.

~Three Months Later~
Spike sat there under the tree and looked at her new wounds. She had cuts all over her arms and legs. Her face looked fine, excluding the two black eyes and busted lip. She sighed and felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little and looked at who the hand belonged too. It was non-other than Spec.
"God Spike, why do you let him do this to you?" Spec said as he sat down next to her.
"He's the only one that gives a s**t about me. No one cares about me and he gives me a roof over my head." Spike said as she got up and started to walk away.
"That's not true." Spec said looking at his hands.
"What?" Spike asked, stoppping in mid-stride and turned to look at him.
"That's not true. There is someone that cares about you."
"No one can care about a piece of s**t like me."
"You're not a piece of s**t! Don't listen to Heavannic! He only keeps you around because he needs a toy to take out his frustrations on!"
"I don't care! It's better than having no one! No one cares about me! No one can nor will love me!"
"I do! I love you with all my heart! I love you, damnnit!" Spike stared in shock at what Spec had just said. No, no, he can't love me! I have to get him to not love me! She thought as she shook her head and backing away. She turned and made a break for Vanny's place. Spec watched her and thought, I can't let her go. She needs someone better than Heavannic. It's going to get worse soon. Someday he's going to put her in the hopital. With that thought Spec left for his apartment. Not really knowing that that someday was today.

Spike looked to see Heavannic standing over her, currently she was sitting on the top of the stairs in their house.
"So, you think that Spec loves you? He doesn't love you. He just feels sorry for you. You're a worthless piece of crap that no body wants!" Heavannic said as he pulled Spike to her feet by her hair. Once she was on her feet he let go and she glared.
"You're wrong." Spike said quietly while glaring at him intensely.
"I'm what?!" Heavannic took a step forward making her take a step back.
"You're wrong! I'm not worthless! I'm not a piece of crap or s**t or anything like that! I've had enough of your s**t! I'm not going to take this from you anymore! I've had enough of your beatings and saying that I'm not worth anything!" Spike screamed at Heavannic. He was taken aback, but soon recovered and pulled out a knife. Hiding it in his sleeve so she couldn't see it.
"Oh, no. You're not done because I'm not done. You've had enough when I say you've had enough. You freakin' slut!" Heavannic said as he stabbed Spike in the gutwith an evil look on his face. He twisted the kife before pulling it out. Spike held her wound and feel to her knees with a horrified look on her face. Heavannic grabbed her hair and dragged her to the stairs. "Now no one will love you." He said as he threw her down the stairs and watched as she tumbled down, landing at the bottom, face down. A pool of blood was slowly forming around her unmoving body.

Heavannic stared at her for a couple more minutes before going over to the phone. He dialed Spec's number and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?" Spec said answering the phone. "Hello? Anybody there?" Spec asked.
"Your precious Spike is dieing. Maybe she is already dead." Heavannic replied in an emotionless tone.
"What the hell did you do to her, you b*****d?!!" Spec yelled in the phone before the line went dead. Oh god, Spike, please be okay. Spec prayed, running out the door and down the street to Heavannic's house.

Spec kicked open the door and looked around for Spike or Heavannic. Spec walked in a little bit more and loked towards the stairs. There, he saw Spike laying in a pool of blood.
"Oh god, no! Spike!" Spec yelled as he ran overto kneel next to her. He checked for a pulse. Damnnit! Barely a pulse! Spec thought as he pulled out his cell phone and called 9-1-1, telling them to hurry.

Spike opened her eyes and saw a white cieling. She looked around and saw that she was in a hospital room.
"How'd I get here?" She whispered hoarsely.
"The ambulance brought you. I called them." Spec said softly from his spot in the corner of the room. He got up and slowly walked over to her side, grabbing a hold of her hand.
"Why? I don't have anything to live for." She whispered softly, turning her head away from him.
"I couldn't go on without you." Spec whispered in reply.
"Everyone could. Life would be better without me in it."
"Don't say that! That's not true! What happened, anyway? When I found you, you were at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood."
"I was sitting at the top of the stairswhen he came up and started yelling at me. He pulled me up by my hair so I was standing. I glared and told him I had enough of him. He said that I would have enough when he said so. That's when he pulled out the knife and stabbed me. He pulled me up by my hair and threw me down the stairs. That's when I blacked out."
"God Spike, that took couurage to do that. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to help you or stop him."
"I did it because I finally realized that I didn't love him anymore. Actually, I never did. I just told myself that I did. I love someone else, but I don't trust anyone anymore. I don't think I ever could."
"Not all guys are pieces of s**t like Heavannic. I know I'm not."
"I don't want anything to do with guys anymore. It seems like I always attract the abusive ones."
"Heavannic wasn't the first boyfriend I've had that was abusive."
"How many before Vanny?"
"Four and I fought back to everyone, but stopped with Vanny. I figured what's the point? Plus, I was used to the pain so I never showed my tears after the first one because they get off on it."
"God Spike, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why do you do this to yourself? Can't you tell the bad ones from the good ones?"
"Don't be sorry, I don't need pity. I do it because it's the only thing I can do. I can tell, but I haven't met any good ones and I have decided not to trust my feelings anymmore. They're what got me here in the first place."
"Fine. Get some sleep then." Spec said as he left out the door. Spike stared at the door for a couple minutes before turning her head away as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Spike woke up and looked around for someone. She saw something move in the corner, it was night and there were no lights on in the room so she couldn't make out who it was.
"Who's there?" Spike asked neveriously.
"Your death." Heavannic said as he stepped out the shadows with a pure evil look.
"I will not die by your filthy, slimy, disgusting hands." She stated calmly. He frowned and walked up to stand at the foot of her bed. She watched him and took a deep breaeth in case she had to scream.
"Before you die, I want you to screw me. I just want to know what I'm going to miss." HEavannic said calming on top Spike."
"Hell no! Get off me you sick b*****d!" She almost yelled and spit in his face. He glared and grabbed both her arms, pinning them above her head.
"Not until I'm done." He said pulling the blanket down. She was about to scream, but her put his lips on her's before she could.

Spec walked in the room and saw Vanny on top of Spike. He had her hands pinned above her head, his lips on her's, and he was trying to unzip his pants. Spike was trying to struggle out of his grasp and trying to scream. Vanny finally noticed Spec standing in the doorway and looked at him.
"Get out, we're busy!" Vanny yelled at Spec. Spike looked at Spec with relieved eyes.
"Spec! Help me! Please." Spike begged in a scared tone.
"Shut up. He won't help you. He doesn't care about you. If he did, he would've done something already. He came for a show." Heavannic said as he backhanded Spike across her face, making her look away from Spec. She thought for a moment and let the tears fall freely. Vanny smirked and punched her as more tears fell. Spec watched, getting very pissed. Finally, after seeing Vanny punch Spike two more times Spec exploded and tacled Vanny, both of them landing on the other side of the bed.
"I care about her more than life! You will never touch her, ever, unless you got a death wish!" Spec pratically yelled as he punched Vanny.
"No one can care for that piece of trailer trash nothing!" Vanny retorted as he flipped Spec over and punched him.
"Don't talk about her like that. She's nothing like what you say she is. She's the sun at night. She can make a cludy day shine with that smile." Spec said as he trew Vanny off him and got up, looking at Spike.

Spike was sitting on her knees, staring at him in awe and holding down the button that called the nurse. Spec looked at Vanny and saw that his head hit the wall after he was thrown. The nurse came in and looked at each of them. Before the nurse coould say anything Spike fell forward and Spec caught her easily, she was out cold. Spec put her back in bed and told the nurse everything. The nurse went out the room to call the police to come and arrest Vanny.

Spike woke up to a bright, sunny day and notices Spec sitting on the bed staring at her.
"What?" Spike asked hoarsey.
"I'm sorry." Spec said looking down at his hands.
"For what? You saved my life. Thank you."
"I dind't act fast enough. I stood there and watched as he hit you. I couldn't move, I was so angry my body just froze."
"It's okay. I"m used to getting hit, but I'm not used to having someone stand up for me or say there things about me."
"Well, I couldn't let him do that to you anymore, I never knew it was like that."
"That was the first time he tried to force himself on me. Usually he just punches. slaps, kicks, backhands, and throws things at me."
"Throws things? Like what?"
"Anything. LEt's see clocks, glasses, bottles, CDs, games, stereos, books, boxes, and TVs. Basically whatever he can throw."
"Damn, he's a pyscho. I can't believe you haven't left him yet."
"I guess I just needed a push and a friend." Spike said smiling. Spec smiled and leaned down, gently kissing her lips. He stood up and walked out the door. Spike sighed and closed her eyes, falling into a blissful sleep as a single tear her cheek.

~One Month LAter~
Spike stood up and went over to her bag. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt, walking into the bathroom to change. She comes out and takes a deep breath.
"Finally, I can get out of this damned place." Spike said as she started to gather her things and put them in her bag. All her bruises and cuts are healed.

Spike walked out of the hospital and started to walk to her new apartment. Once she was done looking around and put her clothes away, she went for a walk down to sign-up for self-defense classes and Karate classes.
"I'm so proud of myself." She said as she got ready for her Karate class.

~Five Months Later~
Spike was walking in the park when a girl suddenly walked up to her and glared, blocking her way.
"Can I help you?" Spike asked coldly, but politely.
"Are you Spike?" The girl asked.
"Depends on who's asking." Spike stated standing straighter, eyeing the girl.
"I'm Amesuke, Spec's girlfriends." Amesuke replied.
"Oh, then yeah, I'm Spike. What do ya need?" Spike asked forcing a small smile.
"I want you to stay away from Spec. He talks about you too much. I've heard all about you. Now that I've met you, I understand why those guys beat you up. You really are a piece of trailer-trash s**t. Anyways, stay away from Spec, you loser." Amesuke said as she turned to leave, but was stopped by Spike's hand squeezing her arm, making Amesuke face Spike.
"What did you say, b***h?" Spike asked darkly.
"You heard me or are you deaf?" Amesuke said calmly. Spike glared at her and jumped on her, sending them both to the ground.
"How dare you insult me! You don't know me, you sluttish whore!" Spike yelled as they started rolling around hitting each other.

Spike was pulled off Amesuke by Spec.
"What's going on?!" Spec asked angrily.
"Let me go. Whay don't you tend to your girlfriend, Spec? No need to waste your time on me." Spike said wrenching herself out of Spec's grip.
"Yeah, go on and remember what I said, you stupid loser." Amesuke said brushing off.
"That's it! I'm tired of being s**t on! What the hell have I done to you?! I barely know you! Just because I hang out with Spec and you think he talks about me to much doesn't give you the right to freakin' call me a piece of trailer-trash s**t or stupid loser! I'm sick of it! Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! If you want me to stay away from Spec, then fine! I will! In fact, I'll just leave! Forever!" Spike screamed angrily at Amesure before walking back to her apartment, letting a single tear roll down her cheek.

Spike walked in her apratment and went to the kitchen to get a knife. She looked for a sharp one and went to her bathroom. She sat on the floor, leaning on the wall, with a bottle of sleeping pills next to her.
"If everyone is going to treat me like this then I might as well die. Everyone would be happier, including me." Spike said as she put the knife to her wrist. She slid the knife across her wrist and winced a little from the pain. Blood flowed out of her wrist and she cut the other one, watching the blood flow freely. Damn, didn't cut deep enough. Spike thought as she put the knife down next to her and picked up the bottle of pills. She dumped some pills in her hands and popped them in her mouth, swallowing them dry.

Spec walked up to Spike's front door and knocked loudly.
"Spike! Open the door! Please." Spec begged through the door. He turned the knob and was shocked when the door opened. She didn't lock it. That's not good. Does she know that anyone can just walk in here. Spec thought as he walked in, closing the door behind him, looking around. He checked every room except her bathroom, which he saved for last. Damn, where is she? He thought as he walked to her bathroom door and knocked. He thought he heard something, so Spec started banging on the door since the door was locked. s**t! Spike, please, don't have done something stupid! Spec screamed in his head as he kicked the door, trying to open it.

Finally, after kicking the door a few times it slammed open and Spec was frozen to the spot staring at the sight before him. Spike was laying there passes out and wrists bleeding slowly.
"SPIKE!!!" Spec yelled/screamed as he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her head in his lap before checking her pulse. He pulled out his cell phone and called 9-1-1 telling the operator everything while tears streaked down his face onto Spike's cheek.

Spec was pacing the waiting room when Amesuke walked up to him, smiling and stopping him in his tracks.
"What do you want Amesuke? You're not welcome here." Spec said calmly.
"Aw, what's wrong with you? What have I done? I'm only here to take you home with me. The loser wanted to die, so let her." Amesuke replied shrugging and reaching for his hand.
"Shut up! Don't talk about her like that, damnnit! I'm not going to let her die. You shouldn't be here. I told you, we're over. I broke-up with you." Spec replied a little angry.
"You can't break-up with me. Especially not for another girl." Amesuke ground out angrily.
"I already did. Now, go." Spec commanded as he turned his back on her.
"Fine. You're just like her." Amesuke said before leaving. Spec continued pacing as he waited for news on Spike.

The doctor came out and walked up to Spec.
"Are you here for Spike Darkness? Are you fmily?" He asked.
"YEs, I'm here for Spike. She has no family. They died when she was younger. I'm her best friend, soon to be boyfriend." Spec replied as he anxiously waited.
"Oh, well then. Spike is doing fine. She didn't cut deep enough in her wrists to harm her. So, those will heal soon enough and we got all the drugs. That wasn't enough to do permenent harm, either. It looks like she really didn't want to kill herself. Just make her pass out or go into a coma or she didn't know how much to take. Anyways, she's still unconscious, but you can go see her if you'd like." The doctor said. Spec sighed in relief and nodded as the doctor lead him to Spike's room.

It's been 5 days since Spike tried to kill herself and she hasn't woken up since. Spec was always by her side and talking to her, but she hasn't woke up. Not once. Spec walked out the room to find the doctor.
"Doctor? Doctor! Why hasn't Spike woken up yet?" Spec asked catching up to the doctor.
"We don't know. She should have about 4 days ago. We're trying to figure it out. We're doing all we can. HEr wounds are healing nicely, all we can do is wait until she wants to wake up. It's all up to her." The doctor said before walking away down the crowded hallway.

Spec walked back into the room and sat down on the bed next to Spike.
"Spike? I hope you can hear me. Why won't you wake up? Please wake up Spike. I broke up with Amesuke the day you attacked her. I was shocked to say that least. I didn't know you had it in you to attack someone." Spec said shakily as he held Spike's hand. Spike's eyes were moving back and forth behind her eyelids as she started to whisper something, softly. Spec leaned forward to put his ear next to her mouth to try and hear what she was saying.
"Soverus..Soverus..." She kept repeating the name. Who's Soverus? Spec thought as he sat up. Spec thought for a moment before kissing her forehead and getting up to leave.
"Don't worry Spike." He said before he exited the room.