Notice: I don't own and of the Degrassi characters...blah blah blah..
Warning: This story contains triggering materials. The cutting scenes may
be quite graphic, and suicidal tendancies will be displayed. There will
also be moments of abuse throughout the story. If you are uncomfortable
with any of these, you may want to reconsider reading this story.
Ellie walked down the empty halls of Degrassi High. With one hand brushing lightly against all the tightly shut lockers, she starred directly in front of her. She imagined a filled hallway, kids passing, teachers rushing to get a quick refill of hot coffee before the next class started. A tear slipped from her usually unemotional eyes, and rolled down her cheek. Everything was so fast paced here, nobody really ever noticed her. She was ever-existent in the background picture, but she never really mattered to somebody. She had been seeing Marco less and less as he became closer with Dylan. And she really was happy for him, it just hurt her that she was so easily forgotten. Nobody really bothered to look past her image. It was all a mindless game of popularity for some.
She stopped at her locker and toyed with the lock until it opened. Pictures greeted her of Marco and Ash and her father. He was over, fighting in the war. Ash, well...Ash was becoming better friends with Paige again. Needless to say, that left little room for Ellie. For a moment, she stood frozen, just starring at the pictures. Everything good in her life had some how escaped her. A man's voice broke her from her trance. "Isn't it a little late for you to be here?" Ellie turned, startled, only to find the nightshift janitor. She let out a sigh. "Sorry, I'm just grabbing a book that I forgot. I'll be out in a minute." The old man nodded, and went on his way. Quickly, she grabbed her book and started back down the long hallway and out the front doors.
On her way home, she decided to cut through the park. Ellie knew it would add about twenty minutes on her way home, but she had no desire to be home with her drunken mother. She looked at the sun slowly fading below the horizon and sighed. "Why can't things just be easy?" she wondered to herself. Tears formed in her eyes again as she continued to think and wish. She knew her mother would probably be raging when she arrived home. Lately, she had been over-controlling of Ellie. The alcohol had really gotten to her and affected the way that she treated her daughter. But somehow, Ellie felt deserving when her mother would hit her. She would look back on the bruises, and feel that she had earned each and every one of them.
A sudden jolt of force brought her back. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, someone else, and a bike beside her. "Ellie? Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you there! Are you okay?" Asked an urgent voice of a male. She winced in pain and looked up seeing Craig. It took her a minute to realize that he had run into her with his bike. "Here, let me help you up..." He offered, grabbing her arm. Ellie's eyes grew wide and she let out a yelp of pain. This caused Craig to become startled and drop her arm. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. Did I really hurt you that bad? Here, let me take a look." He started to move her sleeve up her arm when a frightened Ellie jumped up and backed away.
"I'm fine...I'm fine. Really, it's okay. I'm fine." She was shaking now, and she quickly began to gather the contents that had spilled from her book bag. Craig helped and soon she had it all back in.
"Are you sure you're alright? I didn't grab your arm that hard...are you sure you didn't hurt it when you fell?" Ellie was growing flustered with all of his questions.
"Really, I'm okay." They both stood there uncomfortably. Ellie and Craig hadn't spoken to each other in ages. "So..yeah..bye..."
"I'm really sorry again..." He said as she walked away briskly. Had he seen tears in her eyes? Ellie was not the type to cry. Craig shook it off, convincing himself that it was nothing and went on his way.
When she got out of his site, Ellie put her things down, sat on a bench, and rolled up her sleeve on the arm where Craig had grabbed her. Her eyes met three familiar cuts. She had done them earlier that week. They were starting to bruise around the edges, explaining the amount of pain she had felt when Craig grabbed them. She sighed and rolled her sleeve back down and whispered to herself, "If only you knew...I'm not okay..."
Sorry, I'm really bad at openings. I promise it will get better in the next few chapters. Please tell me what you think though!
Ellie walked down the empty halls of Degrassi High. With one hand brushing lightly against all the tightly shut lockers, she starred directly in front of her. She imagined a filled hallway, kids passing, teachers rushing to get a quick refill of hot coffee before the next class started. A tear slipped from her usually unemotional eyes, and rolled down her cheek. Everything was so fast paced here, nobody really ever noticed her. She was ever-existent in the background picture, but she never really mattered to somebody. She had been seeing Marco less and less as he became closer with Dylan. And she really was happy for him, it just hurt her that she was so easily forgotten. Nobody really bothered to look past her image. It was all a mindless game of popularity for some.
She stopped at her locker and toyed with the lock until it opened. Pictures greeted her of Marco and Ash and her father. He was over, fighting in the war. Ash, well...Ash was becoming better friends with Paige again. Needless to say, that left little room for Ellie. For a moment, she stood frozen, just starring at the pictures. Everything good in her life had some how escaped her. A man's voice broke her from her trance. "Isn't it a little late for you to be here?" Ellie turned, startled, only to find the nightshift janitor. She let out a sigh. "Sorry, I'm just grabbing a book that I forgot. I'll be out in a minute." The old man nodded, and went on his way. Quickly, she grabbed her book and started back down the long hallway and out the front doors.
On her way home, she decided to cut through the park. Ellie knew it would add about twenty minutes on her way home, but she had no desire to be home with her drunken mother. She looked at the sun slowly fading below the horizon and sighed. "Why can't things just be easy?" she wondered to herself. Tears formed in her eyes again as she continued to think and wish. She knew her mother would probably be raging when she arrived home. Lately, she had been over-controlling of Ellie. The alcohol had really gotten to her and affected the way that she treated her daughter. But somehow, Ellie felt deserving when her mother would hit her. She would look back on the bruises, and feel that she had earned each and every one of them.
A sudden jolt of force brought her back. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, someone else, and a bike beside her. "Ellie? Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you there! Are you okay?" Asked an urgent voice of a male. She winced in pain and looked up seeing Craig. It took her a minute to realize that he had run into her with his bike. "Here, let me help you up..." He offered, grabbing her arm. Ellie's eyes grew wide and she let out a yelp of pain. This caused Craig to become startled and drop her arm. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. Did I really hurt you that bad? Here, let me take a look." He started to move her sleeve up her arm when a frightened Ellie jumped up and backed away.
"I'm fine...I'm fine. Really, it's okay. I'm fine." She was shaking now, and she quickly began to gather the contents that had spilled from her book bag. Craig helped and soon she had it all back in.
"Are you sure you're alright? I didn't grab your arm that hard...are you sure you didn't hurt it when you fell?" Ellie was growing flustered with all of his questions.
"Really, I'm okay." They both stood there uncomfortably. Ellie and Craig hadn't spoken to each other in ages. "So..yeah..bye..."
"I'm really sorry again..." He said as she walked away briskly. Had he seen tears in her eyes? Ellie was not the type to cry. Craig shook it off, convincing himself that it was nothing and went on his way.
When she got out of his site, Ellie put her things down, sat on a bench, and rolled up her sleeve on the arm where Craig had grabbed her. Her eyes met three familiar cuts. She had done them earlier that week. They were starting to bruise around the edges, explaining the amount of pain she had felt when Craig grabbed them. She sighed and rolled her sleeve back down and whispered to herself, "If only you knew...I'm not okay..."
Sorry, I'm really bad at openings. I promise it will get better in the next few chapters. Please tell me what you think though!