Hey, here's an Unrequited Demena one-shot.

Summary; Demi's depressed, and her teacher notices, they talk, and Demi lets everything out about Selena. NO, IT'S NOT A STUDENT/TEACHER FIC! :L x It IS unrequited, and before you start worrying, there is no character death, just an attempted one, but don't worry, she won't die x

Demi's POV

Disclaimer; Demi Torres, Selena Russo, Miley Stewart, so it's legal. I also unfortunately own nothing except the plot.

Demi's POV

There she was, sitting at her desk in front of me. Selena Russo, My best friend. That's all she'll ever be.

I was trying to listen to what Miss. Stewart was saying, but I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't concentrate on anything, except Selena. I occasionally caught some of the words Miss. Stewart was saying, and took notes on them.

At the end of the class, Selena got up, and stood there, waiting for me to go to her. I picked all my stuff up, and went over to her, but before we left the classroom, I heard Miss. Stewarts voice call me over.

"Demi? Could you come here please? I'd like a word." She said. The class was empty, except from Selena.

"Erm… Sure… Sel, I'll catch up with you, okay?" I asked. I wanted to know what Miss. Stewart wanted, I didn't to anything wrong, I'd been quiet all lesson, and it looked like I was watching the teacher, even though I was really concentrating on Selena. I sat back down at my desk, and Miss. Stewart pulled a chair up to the opposite side of me desk. She smiled at me, and put her hands on the table.

"Demi, I needed to talk to you, You seemed really depressed today. You seem really depressed every day, is everything okay?" She asked me, looking worried about me. I pulled my wrist band down my arm a little, to make sure everything was covered up. I nodded, and didn't say anything. "Will you tell me what's wrong? I'm not stupid, I know there's something wrong with you, And you're worrying me. Every day you have that on." She said, looking at my wristband. I pulled it down further, and made sure it was all still covered, and shrugged.

"I'm fine, and I just like it, that's all." I tried to convince her. I knew where this was going, and I didn't like it.

"If you just like it, you won't mind taking it off for a minute, will you?" She asked, she knew what I was hiding under it, no doubt about it. I shook my head, and she smiled sympathetically. She took my hand in hers, and rubbed my hand gently with her thumb. "Demi, I know why you're wearing it, don't try and deny it, will you please show me?" She asked me. I knew there was no point fighting her, So I pulled my hand from hers, and slid the wristband down off my arm, revealing the deep cuts resting there. Miss. Stewart nodded, and whispered an 'okay'.

"Miss, Please, please don't say anything. If my mom finds out, she'll go mental, she'll make me see a councillor, and I really don't want to do that." I pleaded with her. Miss. Stewart nodded, and I put my wristband back on.

"Demi, why did you do it?" She asked me. I don't know why I wanted to tell her, but it felt good having someone know what was going on.

"It's complicated, but the bottom line is that I do it because I'm head over heels in love with someone, that will never love me back." I told her. Miss. Stewart smiled, and shook her head.

"Demi, trust me, no boy is worth hurting yourself over, and how are you so sure he'll never love you back?" She asked me. She thinks it's a boy. I thought to myself.

"Because she's straight." I said, emphasising the 'she', I was ready for her to start yelling at me, to kick me out of her class, but she didn't, she simply smiled at me. I smiled back weakly, and she pushed a strand of fallen hair behind her ear.

"Is it Selena?" She asked after a few moments of silence. I quickly snapped my head up to look at her.

"How'd you know?" I asked her.

"You pay more attention to her in my class than you do to my teaching, so I kinda picked up on it a week after I started teaching, I just didn't wanna offend you earlier, so I pretended I thought it was a boy." She said, chucking. I smiled, and thought of Selena again. Her hair was especially perfect today, and through the gap in the chair, I could see her underwear where it came above her trousers. She was wearing black boyshorts today, the ones I brought her one of the many times we went shopping.

"You're thinking about her now, aren't you?" Miss. Stewart asked. I nodded and blushed, which caused Miss. Stewart to giggle again.

"Look, you'd best get going, but before you do, I'll make you a deal." She said. I nodded for her to carry on. "I wont tell anyone about you cutting yourself, if you promise me you'll stop. I'll check at the end of every lesson to make sure you've kept to your side of the deal, okay?" She asked. I nodded. She'd only check my wrists, right? She wouldn't check my stomach, or my legs.

"And Demi?" She called as I was leaving the classroom. I turned round to face Miss. Stewart. "Tell Selena, she needs to know. Even if it doesn't turn out the way you want, you'll feel so much better when she knows." She told me. I nodded in agreement, and went to my next lesson.

Selena came round mine to do homework that was due in the next day, and then we went upstairs for a bit.

"Sel, I need to talk to you… It's really important." I said. This was it, This was where I ruined my life by telling her how I felt. This next conversation was going to make or break me.

"What's up Dem?" She asked as she twirled her my hair in her fingers. We were lying on my bed, cuddled close, and she was playing with my hair.

"I… I love you, Sel." I said quietly.

"I love you too, Demi." She said. She didn't realise what I meant.

"No… I mean… I'm in love with you." I said.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked me. She stopped twirling my hair around, and had shifted positions so she wasn't pressed right up against me.

"I spoke to Miss. Stewart, she'd worked it out, and she told me it'd be better if I told you." I said. Selena got up off the bed. She was crying, which was a rarity. Selena Russo never cried. I sat up, and she looked at me.

"Why are you doing this, Demi?" She asked, shocked.

"Because Miss. Stewart was right, you do need to know how I feel." I said quietly.

"No, I mean, why have you convinced yourself that you love me?" She asked. I didn't say anything. "Demi, you don't love me. You're straight, because being gay's wrong. It says so in the bible. You may have fooled yourself that you're gay, and that you love me, but you're not fooling me, and I don't wanna be around someone that thinks they're someone they're not." She said, And with that, she left. She left me, crying on my bed.

I couldn't stay in my room. I couldn't stay there without Selena. Selena had just walked out of my life, and now there was nothing left for me on earth. Selena was the only reason I was still living, and now she's gone. I guess it was the moment that broke me.

I went downstairs, and looked in the kitchen drawer. Right at the back, where my mom didn't even know was there, I kept my cutting knife, the one that helped me through everything. The one that was in my hand currently, and was about to be helping me to get through it all. I ran back upstairs, with the knife under my shirt to hide it from my mom, who didn't seem to notice me coming down anyway.

I grabbed a pen, and some paper. I know it was weird, but I felt like I owed Miss. Stewart a note, at least.

Miss. Stewart,

I told her, and she said I had been lying to myself about it. I know I promised you I'd stop, but after she ran out, it was all I knew I could do. I decided I owed you an explanation, and a thanks, if you hadn't given me your advice, and told me to tell her, I wouldn't have had the momentary great feeling of her knowing the truth. Thank you for you help.

Demi.

I sat in my room, with the knife on my skin. I swiped it across the vein, and felt no pain. (AN; Wheyy! That rhymed xD) I did it again, and again, then again. The 7th time, I slipped, and went deep. Really deep. Too deep. I felt more pain than ever before, but I didn't stop cutting, I kept going. I kept going until there was no more room between my hand and my elbow. I was about to start on my neck, when I couldn't hold the knife anymore. It was too heavy. I dropped it, and it fell to the ground. Then I fell, onto my bed. The last thing I heard was my mom calling me for dinner.

Miss. Stewarts POV

I got to school, and went to the staff room, for the meeting that took place every Friday morning. There were about 3 other teachers in there, all looking really sad. I sat down next to Jo, but she didn't speak to me, she seemed sad, like the other 2 in the room.

More teachers piled in, and after 10 minutes, the meeting began.

"Good Morning Staff, before we start this meeting, I trust you've all heard about Demi Torres." The head teacher said. A few of the teachers, the three that were sad earlier, all said yes, but the rest, including me, The head nodded, and carried on. "Last night, she was rushed to hospital, after an attempted suicide. No-body knows why she did it yet, and all I know so far, is that she needs a blood transplant, or she won't make it. None of the pupils are aware yet, including her best friend, Selena Russo. One of you is going to need to tell her, as Demi's mom couldn't do it. Who will volunteer?" He asked. No-one said anything, they were all shocked, and upset. I put my hand up, and the head nodded.

"Okay, Miss. Stewart, you can do it, the rest of you can go to your home-room, Miss Stewart, stay behind please, I need to give you something anyway." He said. The rest of the teachers piled out, talking about Demi, and other various things, and I went to the front of the room where the head was standing. He gave me a small piece of paper, with Demi's handwriting on.

"Thanks… I… I'll go… get Selena, Which home-room group is she in?" I asked. The head looked at the sheet of paper on the wall behind him. D2, Miss Harredance.

I went to the room, And saw Selena sitting in the corner, talking to a boy called Brad. I knocked the door, and Miss Harredance nodded. She knew why I was there, and called Selena over to me. She followed me out of the classroom into the corridor.

"Is this about Demi?" She asked me. I nodded.

"What do you know?" I asked, wanting to know what I'd have to tell her.

"That she thinks she's in love with me, and that you told her to tell me. But she's not, she's just confused, she's not gay, she's just stupid, and until she realises that, I don't wanna be friends with her." She said. She didn't know the rest.

"Yes, that's true, but I really do think she's in love with you. But that's not why I'm here. I… I don't exactly know how to tell you this, so, I'll show you this." I said, handing her the note. She read it quickly, and looked confused.

"This looks like a suicide note." She said.

"Yeah… Demi's in hospital. I don't know exactly what's happening, I just know that she needs a blood transplant, or she'll die." I said, my voice shaking. Selena's eyes filled with tears, and she looked like she was about to fall over. I quickly put my arms out and caught her as she started falling forwards. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back. She cried hard, for what felt like ages.

"Can I see her?" She asked. I shrugged, and without another word, she ran down the corridor, out the school, and to the car park, where she jumped into what I guessed was her car. Selena wouldn't just jump into someone else's car. I ran to the edge of the car just as she started the car.

"Hang on, I'll come with you, I need to see her as well." I said. Selena nodded, and I jumped into the passenger seat. She took off, full speed down the highway, on the way to the hospital. I kept trying to tell her to slow down, but she just said she needed to be quick.

We were told which room she was in, and ran to her.

She was lying there, connected to machines, her left arm bandaged with blood soaked material. She was deathly pale, and her mom was sitting next to her, tear stained cheeks, and shaking.

"Selena, Hi." Mrs. Torres whispered

"Hey… How is she?" She asked, pulling up a seat next to Demi's bed. Mrs. Torres had a death grip on Demi's hand, and Selena took up the other one, ignoring the blood that was transferring from the bandage to her hand.

"She needs a blood transplant, but she has a rare blood type, triple A positive, she needs the blood transplant within the next 24 hours, or she won't make it." Mrs. Torres said, tears falling from her eyes.

"I'll do it." Selena whispered.

"What?" Mrs. Torres asked, looking up.

"I'll do it. I know that I'm triple A positive, because I got it from my Mom and Dad, I had my birth certificate out last night for homework, and it said my blood type on it." Selena said. Mrs. Torres broke out into a smile, and so did Selena. I smiled as well, and then Mrs. Torres turned to me.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Miss. Stewart… Demi came to me at school with a couple of her problems." I said.

"You must've helped her a lot then."

"I'd like to hope I did… but if I helped her, she wouldn't be here now." I said sadly. Mrs. Torres shook her head, and was about to say something, when a nurse came in to check on Demi.

"Nurse?" Selena called. "I wanna donate some blood to Demi. We have the same blood type." She said when the nurse turned round.

"Erm… Okay, come with me, we'll get your blood tested, just to make sure, and then we'll get a doctor to take some blood from you and get it transferred to Demi." She said. Selena got up and was about to follow the nurse.

"Will you come with me, Miss. Stewart? I hate needles." She said. I nodded, and we went into a room. They didn't test her blood with a needle, they just put an armband thing on her, and it told you the blood type. Thank god she was in fact Triple A positive.

We then went into another room, where Selena really was having a needle. She sat on a seat, and I sat next to her. As soon as the doctor brought the sterilised needle into the room, Selena grasped my hand and squeezed it until the doctor was done.

Then we were asked to leave Demi's room, and the blinds were closed as they transferred Selena's blood to Demi's lifeless body. After 15 minutes, the doctors piled out of the room, and a man smiled at us.

"The blood is being transferred to Demi gradually, we don't know when she'll wake up, but we now know that she will wake up at some point. Thanks to you." He said, looking down to Selena, who just shook her head.

"She wouldn't be here in the first place if it wasn't for me." She muttered, but I think I was the only one that heard her.

We sat by Demi's bed for what felt like forever. I don't know what possessed me to stay, but I felt like it was my fault. If I hadn't told her to tell Selena, Selena wouldn't have rejected her, and She wouldn't be here. That, and I wanted to talk to her, once she'd woken up.

I heard coughing coming from Demi's bed, and looked at her. Her eyes were open, and she looked like she was choking. Selena quickly passed her a glass of water that was on the table, and Demi drank it quickly.

"Erm… Hi…" She said quietly.

"Demi! Fucking Hell! You fucking idiot! Do you know how much you scared me?! Don't ever fucking do that again." Selena said, quickly hugging a shocked looking Demi. Mrs. Torres smiled at Demi, who smiled back cautiously.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just… I'm sorry." She said quietly. Mrs. Torres shook her head, and took Demi's hand in hers.

"Don't be sweetie, I'm just glad you're okay." Mrs. Torres said. "I'm gonna give you girls some space." She said, getting up and exiting the room.

"I'll leave you too, You two need to talk to eachother." I said. I was about to get up, when I felt Selena grab my wrist.

"Please stay. I think you should stay for this. You've been good to both of us over this. It's only fair that you stay." Demi said. "We'll talk as if you're not here, I just think you should find out how this is gonna go between us… if that makes sense." She added. I nodded, and sat back down in my seat.

"Demi, I can't fucking believe you did that. Why did you do that?!" Selena asked, suddenly looking angry.

"I'm sorry, Sel… I didn't wanna live without you." She said, which caused Selena to let out a few silent tears, which she abruptly wiped away.

"What were you gonna say when you woke up? When you woke up in hospital with a million and one questions, what were you gonna say now?" She asked Demi, who shrugged.

"In my defence, I wasn't exactly planning on waking up." She muttered, which caused Selena to cry more. Demi looked at Selena for the first time since she'd woken up, and looked mortified.

"I'm sorry, Sel, please don't cry." Demi said, she weakly lifted her right arm, and wiped away Selena's tears. I couldn't help but think how good they are together.

"Demi… we really need to talk, okay?" Selena asked. Demi nodded, and looked like she was listening. "Demi, I believe you… I don't think you were lying to yourself, I do think you're in love with me… but I don't like you in that way… I'll accept that your gay, I don't mind anymore, but I don't like you back. Please… can we just be best friends?" It was at that moment I saw Demi's heart shatter, although I didn't physically see, I saw it in her eyes. Her heart shattered, and Selena was the only one that could fix it.

"Okay." Demi said, the pain visible in her voice. Selena hugged her, then left, saying something about a drink.

"Demi, you promised me you'd stop." I said sternly.

"I know… I'm sorry… but it wasn't as easy as I'd hoped." She said.

"Okay, look, I got a degree, for psychology, when I left school… I'm qualified to be a councillor, I just chose not to… So, I want you to come see me, every week, for counselling, would you be okay with that?" I asked her. She looked like she was considering it, then nodded.

"Okay, come to my house, every Friday at 5PM, We can talk about anything you want to, because when you're in my house, I'm not your teacher, I'm the friend that can help you, okay?" I asked. Demi nodded again. I wrote my address on paper, and gave it to her. She slipped it into her pocket.

"I promise, Demi, You'll find another girl to love, and it'll all get better in time." I said.

So, I may turn this to a two shot, depending on the reviews, so, review :D