Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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By Lillith Thursday
Rating: G for the most part
Summary: Saving someone is more than just keeping them from drowning, it's about saving them from
Prompt: Swimming pool (used mainly at the beginning)
Disclaimer: I have never owned anyone in my life. I only own the plot.
Jimmy has always been my life preserver. Even from the very beginning when I had no idea what it was
like to know how to swim. I was sorta small for my age when I was younger. I was also pretty stupid
as well. When I was five I was just learning how to swim. My parents thought it would be a good idea
for their kids to head on down to the public pool that summer and go for a swim. Like I said, I was
stupid and wondered what it would be like to head over to the big kids' pool and go for a dip. I
didn't have a float on, or even water wings for that matter, as I snuck past my mom, dad, and
brother over to where kids and adults were splashing around in the large pool.
I wasn't like most kids my age though I suppose. I never liked to test the temperature of the water
with my toes before I jumped in. No, I was one of those “give it all or go home” kinda
kids. What I didn't realize was that my cockiness would get me into trouble if I wasn't killed in
the process. So there I was, standing on the edge of the five foot marker of the pool when I
excitedly jumped in not knowing how deep it was. I began to panic immediately when my feet never hit
the bottom and I felt my lungs starting to fill up with the chlorine tainted water. I began to black
out at that moment.
It wasn't until a moment later that I was on the top steps of the shallow end of the pool, eyes wide
open and staring up into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that I had ever seen. I didn't know
who he was but he smiled gently at me before getting back into the water and swam off. I was still
in shock that I was saved from certain doom but I wanted to thank him with a hug or anything really.
My parents apparently realized I had disappeared and came over to get me, Mom scooping me up and
told me that I never had to go near the water again if I didn't want to.
Before I knew it, I was taken away from the boy with the crystal blue eyes. I came back the next
summer though to see if I could find him again. I had gotten a hell of a lot better at swimming and
I wanted to prove that I didn't need to be saved anymore. It was a long shot to find him again but I
had to try. I looked around but couldn't tell where he might be. The only things I remembered that
he looked like were those eyes and the sweet smile. I bit my lip as I knew I had to do something
that I really didn't want to do, I had to pretend this time that I was drowning in hopes that he'd
come save me again like he had done the year before. So there I was at the edge of the pool again,
toes hanging over the edge before I hopped as hard as I could and landed in the clear water.
I held my breath and began to wiggle my arms like I was having a conniption. And just as I had
expected, the merboy of my dreams came to rescue me from the evil pool water. He carried me once
again over to the side of the pool and looked at me with this, “Oh shit, not you again.”
kind of face. I spit out water at him and he giggled at me. I sat up and scooted closer to him.
“I'm sorry that I had to do that to you but I wanted to show you I didn't need you to help me
again.” He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. “Then why did you do it this
time?” He asked me with a tilt of his head. I explained it to him and he laughed at me,
thinking it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
We talked all that day and never set foot in the water again. As we talked, we had so much more in
common than I first thought and I knew there was something about him that showed me we could be
together forever. As the years went by, we hung out together when we could (finding out we lived
only about 10 minutes driving distance from each other) and found ourselves growing fonder and
fonder of each other, our feelings starting to grow into love.
When I was a teen, my parents split up. They settled it as irreconcilable differences. I was torn
apart of course but Jimmy always seemed to calm me down with his slight lisp and those beautiful
eyes. It was one of the main reasons I loved him so much. He was my savior. My heart would always
beat faster when I was around him. I was infatuated with my boyfriend. We never had sex until we
were both eighteen. It was just the age that we agreed on. We kept ourselves pure for each other and
there was no one else that I would rather give myself up to because Jimmy had been there for me for
every little thing whether good or bad that I did and he never judged me for it.
It wasn't until one day that I was riding in the car with a friend of mine that a drunk driver
t-boned us and killed my friend instantly, leaving me to survive with only a broken tibia in my left
leg and a few scratches. It was then that I had completely lost my mind. I didn't want to eat, I
didn't want to sleep, I didn't want to do anything including talking to Jimmy. I felt like it was my
fault that I asked Eric to run me to the store. But it could have been worse, it could have been me.
I was ready to end my life from the guilt that I felt inside of me for my friend passing away.
Everyone would tell me that it wasn't my fault but I still refused to believe them. I didn't talk or
see Jimmy for two weeks. He would call and I'd just ignore it like I never got a phone call at all.
I knew he was worried about me but I just didn't care. Eric was my friend, not Jimmy's so he
shouldn't have worried about anything. I managed to lean over to my nightstand and pulled out my
Swiss army knife, the blade looked shiny and new like I'd never used it a day in my life. It was
sharp and just the right tool that I needed to slice my wrist open and leave this cruel world for
I didn't hear the floor creak as Jimmy opened my bedroom door slowly and observed what I was trying
to do. I was too busy pointing the sharp tip to the hallow part of my wrist and about to dig in and
drag it upwards to notice. “What the fuck are you doing, Brian?!” He yelled at me as he
rushed over to my bedside and knocked the knife out of my hand, the tip only grazing the top of my
skin and left a little streak of blood.
Jimmy hugged me immediately as tight as he could and didn't let go. “Why are you trying to
kill yourself?” He asked, and I could hear the hurt in his voice. If I told him the way I
felt, he'd just tell me I was wrong just like the others did and try to change my mind. My boyfriend
waited for a moment and then pulled back, using those crystal eyes to bore holes into my soul like
he always did. “Speak to me, Brian.” He pleaded before rubbing the pad of his thumb over
my cheek softly.
“It's my fault Eric died.” I told him in a monotoned voice and I saw the way his heart
broke inside of his chest. Jimmy really cared way too much about me. “Baby, it's not your
fault at all. You did nothing wrong. It was the idiot in the other car that was the problem.”
His eyes darted back and forth over my face as he searched for any kind of emotion there. “I
love you, Brian, and I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost you. If you love me, you have
to promise me that you won't hurt yourself.” Tears ran down Jimmy's face in silent streams as
I stared into the blue eyes that had mesmerized me since we were kids. It was the only time that I
had seen Jimmy cry. “I promise not to hurt myself because I love you more than anything
else.” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to pull him into a much needed
It was then that I realized that Jimmy was everything that I would ever need. He was my best friend,
boyfriend, and the person that changed my life in more ways than one. In a way, it was like he was
an angel sent here from Heaven to make sure that I lived my life to the fullest extent before I
passed into the great beyond. He was my life preserver since the moment I laid eyes on him. Jimmy
was the only person that I knew that could save me from everything, even from myself.
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