Angel

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Angel' by Pearl Jam, nor the School of Rock.

A/N: This is a one-shot song fiction. Please enjoy!

Like an angel, fly over your house.

Like an angel, pass out wishes.

Like an angel, I remove the arrow,

Like an angel, I live alone.

Freddy Jones, only 12, stared down at the casket in front of him, which held the body of Katie Brown. Tears filled his brown eyes, and he quickly wiped them away.

I'm not livin', what was promised.

I am close, but can't enjoy,

Oh, I'm not dyin'.

The two of them were just alone at her house, watching a movie, sharing popcorn, like friends.

"Friends," Freddy thought mournfully. Until Mr. Brown came home.

Oh, I'm so tortured, 'cause I see all.

Tortured, and all I cannot do,

Tortured, all I should have done,

Tortured, while I occupied a man.

He watched as Mr. Brown pulled off his belt, and began brutally smacking Katie in the head, with the buckle. He watched her bleed. He wanted to stop him; but he was frozen.

I'm not livin', what was promised,

I am far from glorified,

Oh, I'm not dyin',

Oh, I'm not alone.

"What did I tell you about having friends?!" the maniacal man had shouted. Katie's eyes were rivers, as tears fell down, one after another. The belt wasn't enough to the man; he had gotten a baseball bat.

Mine is not a celestial state with idle hymns of praise,

Time is short; I have an appointment at noon, at noon in Hell,

Across the waste of space and fields of air, I glide, alone at night,

Oh, please, please think of me, as I, I am by your side.

Freddy saw the casket lowered into the ground, and the priest began to talk about how Katie was a wonderful girl. Freddy just tuned out.

I'm by your side; I'm by your side, oh...

I'm...I'm right in front of you...I'm by your side...

By your side, I'm by your side

A/N: I always loved that song. It always makes me cry, every time my mom plays it.