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A/N: This was an idea that popped in my head one day so I hope you like it and enjoy.

Summary: I love him so much that I would give my life for his in a heart beat, but it kills me to see what he does to himself and how he's slowly dieing. I want and try to help him fight this addiction he has no matter what it involves.

Prologue

Why do others have to judge my life? God just because I'm sixteen years old and living with my boyfriend, who is nineteen, along with the fact he's lead singer of the most popular J-rock band, Cursed Heaven, they all look at me like I'm a slut, but they don't understand. He needs me as well I as need him.

My life before I met him was a total hell, as was his. I had to deal with my father beating me for the smallest thing and my mother just allowing it. We lived in a closet sized two bedroom apartment that looked as if it had never been cleaned. From the stained walls to the worn carpets it truly was hell.

At school I was always the freak with the cotton candy colored hair and thrift store clothes that were two sizes too big. I had nine ear piercings and my stomach pierced in hopes of getting my mother to give me attention, only to get a beating from my father.

My mother hardly fed me so my petite 5'5" frame looked like a stick that you could break in half with very little force. I looked sick to tell you the truth, yet I always had boys looking me up and down for one reason only. I had boobs.

This is also the reason girls were envious of me and why many guys tried to force themselves on me. Luckily they never succeed. It was this reason that I met him because he saved me once.

I had seen him before in all his bad ass glory. Sasuke Uchiha was his name and every one knew it. He wore all black, with his eye brow, ears, and tongue pierced, along with tattoo's. He toward over most of the people at the height of 6'2". It was obvious he drank and did drugs, but that didn't matter to me. What caught my attention though were his eyes. Those cold onyx eyes that if you looked deep enough you could see he was suffering.

A week after he saved me he asked me out. I was a little hesitant at first having heard his reputation of having one night stands, but I had this feeling that he wasn't looking for that in me.

Apparently I was right. We started dating after that night. Three months later he saved me again. My father got arrested after the school got suspicious about all of the bruises I would get, but before that Sasuke asked me how I got them all and I told him the truth. He got in an argument with my father who threw him out. That night my father beat me once again.

I had received a black eye and busted lip, which wasn't exactly easy to hide so Sasuke saw it. He blamed himself for it. It hurt me to see him all broken with the guilt he felt for what happened to me so I asked him to skip school. We did and it was that day I saw how much pain he was truly in. Later on I found out it was Sasuke that told the school what my home life was like.

It was the next day when they arrested my father. My mother blamed me. We got in huge argument on how it was all my fault they took him away. That what he did wasn't wrong because they never wanted me in the first place. She said I was a mistake and that I was a whore for dating Sasuke.

When she said that I lost it. All myself control that locked away the anger and pain I felt toward what she had allowed to happen to me throughout the years, spread through my body like a wild fire. I got blinded by rage and ended up calling her a fucked up women who couldn't stand up for herself. She kicked me out with nothing, but the clothes on my back.

Sasuke took me in since he lived alone. He said would have taken me in even if he didn't, but ever since then he's taken care of me just as I've taken care of him.

At the end of the school year when he graduated his band got a recorded deal. That night he told me that if it wasn't for me he probably wouldn't be here right now. He said that he would have tried to kill himself again for the eighth time, but the day he saved me he felt like he was needed.

I cried that night as he told me that, along with how his parents were murder by his older brother when he was eight. How he was transferred from foster home to foster home getting beaten and treated like he was nothing, but a worthless piece of shit. He also told me how his last foster father would rape him until the cops found out and jumped in. That's when he got emancipated, allowing himself to be able to live on his own. He was fifteen. That year was when he first started the band and drugs. He told me how he was falling deeper and deeper into depression and that the drugs helped relieve that feeling. It was that night that we truly became one with no barriers hiding our past from each other.

Inside I know that he doesn't want to be this person that does drugs and drinks tons of alcohol, but it's just that he doesn't know how to stop. He has the pressure of the media breathing down his neck because of the fact he's the leader singer for the number one J-rock band. The pain of his past that he tries to keep inside, and also the feeling of being so helpless, made the pressure even harder.

I love him so much that I would give up my life for his in a heart beat, but it kills me to see what he does to himself and how he's slowly dieing. I want to try and help him fight this addiction he has no matter what it involves. If I'm truly his angel as he calls me I know I should be able to help him.

A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed and I am still working on my other story. Please review.