Tears of frustration pricked my eyes as I inhaled shakily while blinking hard, trying to keep back the tears. My legs were moving faster and faster, nearly breaking into a run. The stuffy and crowded atmosphere that was created by the narrow school hallways and the hurtful murmurs surrounding me caused the sweat that was forming on my forehead.

"Look, isn't that girl the freak from 10C."

"I kind feel sorry for her. I mean she's an orphan and living with people who hate her."

"You know yesterday, I heard the freak talking to herself."

"Yeah and I also heard that if you insult her, she would do voodoo on you."

"No way, man she's a total psycho."

Now I was running. 'What do they know about me? They don't know anything. They don't know how hard it is to be me.' Tears were falling fast and my heart was aching with hurt. My palms were sweaty and were still stinging from the pain that was inflicted by my nails.

I kept on running until I got to the abandoned ladies toilet. The toilet was empty as always and it was my getaway. It was all I had that moment to calm me down, to think properly, it was like my happy place, my little bit of freedom in school. I was attached to this toilet and it was my hide out. No one ever comes here any more. The toilet was like my friend; it comforted me and helped me think. Well, that was how close I would get to having a friend.

I was breathing heavily, feeling more tired than ever. My body was shaking while I slid down the shut door of the room and on to the floor. I closed my eyes as I sat there sobbing, barely breathing. My heart felt heavy and my head was aching. I clutched my head with both hands, trying to make the pounding stop. I felt a slight breeze blowing at me in the deserted toilet. I froze.

"Sweetheart, so this is where you were hiding." Someone whispered huskily in my ear, their breath tickling me. Their hand reached out lightly touching my cheek. My eyes snapped open and gazed on with fear. The hand that was touching me moved along my forehead, down my nose and brushed against my lips. The hand was cold giving me shivers that ran down my back.

"Sweetheart, you seriously didn't believe that I'd never find out about this place, did you?" The male voice was cold and sharp.

"Darling, you'd never be able to get away. You're bound to me. You're mine. Mine. Mine." He grabbed my shoulders, gripping them tightly. My head shook suddenly as my eyes met his cold red ones. I gasped, his beautiful face was smirking.

I stood up and stumbled across a few steps to get away from him. He was crouched down on the floor gazing at me, still smirking. His jet black hair fell across his forehead but not covering his eyes. His lean body was wearing dark blue jeans and a white shirt that was mostly unbuttoned revealing his smooth pale chest. It also revealed the mark that identified him as a demon. A demon that only I could see for I am bound to him.

The mark was something that all demons had. It was a circle and inside was triangle pyramid, two on the bottom and one on the top. In the middle of that was an upside down triangle.

"W-why are you h-here. T-this was the o-only place I had to get away from e-everything," I said stuttering.

"You will never be able to get away from me, darling," He said standing up from his crouched form.

A few tear drops began falling from my eyes again. "I'm only 17 and my life is already over."

"You're wrong. It's only beginning. You will be immortal, you will live forever. It's practically everyone's dream." He stated softly stepping closer.

"Not mine," I muttered.

"No, for you it would be reality." He smiled.

"Why? Why me?" I said hysterically.

He made a sound as if he was growling. He was irritated. "I thought I told you before darling. You are mine. You were made for me. You are bound to me."

He made a symbol with his hands and a strong wind blew at me from behind pushing me towards him. I couldn't stop myself before I hit his chest. He put his arms around me and hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck. His lips were kissing my neck. I was stunned for the moment.

"How old are you," I whispered, my voice was slightly hoarse from all the crying I had done.

"26," he answered quietly, so quietly that I could barely hear him. I was shocked. I would have never thought that the person I would have to spend the rest of my life with would be 9 years older than me.

"And how long have you been a demon?"

"45 years."

I stood there, silently. I wondered what it would be like to live like this forever. What was the point of living forever when I have no one to love me? It would be very lonely.

"What's the point of living for ever when I am going to be alone? What's the point of living with this pain forever?" I said clearly but softly.

"Darling, don't be stupid. You won't be living here. You'd be mine. I'd be with you forever. I'd love you forever. You are bound to me, there is no one else you and I could love." He said after lifting his head up. I stared in to his eyes.

"You won't be living in pain any more. This toilet won't be your getaway. I will be. There is nothing here for you anyway." He bent down and kissed my cheek gently then stared in to my eyes again.

"No more pain?" I questioned, it's what I had wanted most of my life. The thing I desired the most.

"No more pain." He reassured me by stating it firmly.

I stood on my tiptoes a little and placed my lips over his for a brief second. He was surprised.

"So, I'd be 17 forever, wouldn't I?"

"Yes sweetheart."

A/N: This is my fist story and it is a one-shot. Pease review and let me know what you think.