High School. A Teens best friend. Yeah Right

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: Tolkiens dead, so his son took over

Summary: Crikey, you've read this far. To be honest, I don't have a summary. I'm just writing as it comes along.

A/N: Homework sucks!!!!

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As Jaime came through the gates with Elrond and Jake, I watched from a distance. A big distance. I hadn't spoken to anyone since the incident with Randy. I hated them, I hated them all. I still went into the dorm to sleep at night, but only when everyone was asleep. Even then, I couldn't sleep. I was surviving on about four hours sleep a night. I hadn't eaten either or been to classes. Every time I tried to think, I couldn't. It was like something was shutting me off from everyone else. All I wanted was for things to be back to normal. But I knew that that was impossible.

Elrond glanced in my direction and I ducked out of sight. Although in my heart I knew that I had to speak to someone, I knew that it wasn't the time. But I had made my decision and I was determined to see it through. I was going to tell Elrond that I wanted to go back home. Yeah, home may be hell, but at least I have my dog and at least my parents let me get on with my own business. Unlike some people…

I drew the knife from my back pocket and pulled up my shirtsleeve. My arm was in a terrible mess now, barely healed cuts crossing each other, bruising around my wrist where I'd desperately worked at my arm in an attempt to draw blood and dried blood, days old. From my wrist to my elbow, there wasn't a single spot that hadn't been viciously slashed at in the last three or four days. I glanced at the knife, now covered in dry blood and dirt and shrugged. All it meant was that I was at a bigger risk from infection. That has never bothered me before, why should it now?

I pressed my knife to my flesh and shuddered as I felt the pain. I couldn't do it, it hurt too much. I dropped the knife, put my head in my hands and sobbed. I was a failure, I had given up.

"Emma" a shadow fell over me and I looked up. Billee was standing there, his hands raised in defence. "I'm sorry, I really am," he said quickly. I just looked at him blankly. "If there is anything I can do, I'll do it. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you"

"You already have," I said dully. It was true. The day my closest friends broke my trust was the day part of me died. Maybe I could forgive them, but it wouldn't matter. I still wouldn't be the same. "But there is something you can do for me"

His eyes met mine. He knew what I wanted him to do; I didn't have to say anything. He drew a clean knife from his pocket. "It's Boromir's," he said quietly. "He gave it to me, just in case"

"Boromir" Suddenly, I was overcome with the urge to see him. Although he was there when it happened and I was embarrassed because he knew what Randy had done to me, I didn't hate him. "After this, get Boromir for me"

"Sure" he brought the clean knife close to my arm and made three swift cuts. It hurt like hell, it really did. Hardly surprising though.

He handed the knife to me and picked up his dirty one from the ground.

"I'll go get Boromir," he said quietly. "But remember Em, I don't blame you for feeling hurt and angry, but I would never deliberately hurt you"

He walked off before I had a chance to reply. About two minutes later, Boromir sat down next to me.

"Billee said you wanted to see me," he said quietly. I wasn't sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to tell him to go away but the other part of me wanted to throw myself into his arms. And that is what I did. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his shoulder. He rocked me gently while I cried.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you. None of us did. We only wanted to help"

"I don't blame you," I whispered back. "Jaime and the others yeah. But they've been my friends for so long…" I broke off, unable to go on. "I'm just embarrassed. I mean Jaime could have gone to Elrond quietly. She didn't have to tell everyone."

"This doesn't change anything for me, you know" he said quietly, kissing the top of my head. "And we'll never mention it again if that's what you want. I don't know what you think of the others and I'm not really bothered but…" he stopped and brushed his lips against mine. "I love you," he said softly as we drew apart. "I love you Emma, and I don't want to lose you"

"Boromir" I tightened my grip on his shoulders, afraid that my next question would make him change his mind. "You love me even though I hurt myself, even though I'm acting badly towards the people who are supposed to care? You won't…you won't betray me like they did?"

"Never" Boromir kissed me again and I clung to him, not wanting to ever let go. "I'll never betray you. And…I can't say that seeing you in this state doesn't upset me, but as long as you love me, I can live with it"

"I love you," I said softly. "I'll always love you Boromir"

"And I love you too" he told me. "Forever"

As we lay there together under the stars, I felt a small sense of peace. I was still angry with Jaime and the others, but I knew that no matter what happened, I had Boromir. And at that moment, he was the only person who mattered.