AN: A Crellie one-shot...enjoy my lovely readers

Disclamer: I dont own Degrassi or its characters...

Rescue You:

As I cut myself I can't help but think back to two years ago. The moment I saw Craig again. And that song. The song he sang for me. I also can't help, but think about when my life went back down this black hole, spiraling down the drain. It was a year ago; my mom died in a drunk driving accident—she was the drunk driver. And for some reason I couldn't take it. I know I swore to myself I would never cut again, that no matter how bad things were I'd never have to do this to myself. But, then, two months after that my dad died. Now I'm alone. Really alone. Marco's a teacher at Degrassi. Paige is Manny's full time assistant. Jimmy lives in New York City. Ashley is still in Europe. And I'm here. In my apartment, breaking a promise I made myself. And for some reason I can't help but think about Craig. And that song. That song he sang in his apartment. And what he meant. And how badly I want to see him right now. How badly I want to kiss him. For him to hug me and tell me everything will be okay. But I don't know where he is. And, I know I could call him, but I've been trying to do that for nearly a whole year now. I decide that now's the time and I grab my phone. I dial his number…while trying to work up the courage to call him I've memorized it.

"This is Craig Manning…"

"Craig…it's me…" I start, but I'm cut off.

"I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Beep.

"Craig. It's me…Ellie…do you remember that song you sang for me?" I pause and suck in a breath as I hold back tears, "Could you just call me please? Bye."

I slump down onto my couch and sit there. I open then closest bottle of wine and begin to drink. I drink for my mother who inadvertently killed herself. I drink for my dad who died. I drink for Craig who I don't know where he is. And, I drink for the sad copy of myself that I am now. When the bottle is halfway gone I burst into tears and cry myself to sleep.

Two days pass and I continue with the routine I have, minus calling Craig.

On the third day I'm awoken by a loud banging on my door. I go and open it.

"Ellie. Hi. Can I come in?"

"Craig. Sure."

He comes into the apartment and then turns to me, "What's this?" in his hands he holds the bottle I finished last night.

"No—nothing." I reply grabbing the bottle from his hands. He takes my arm and stares at it.

"El—are you cutting yourself again?"

I rip my arm from his grasp, "No."

"Was this what that phone call was about? El, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing! Nothing's going on!" I exclaim. He looks around the apartment, walking to my bookshelf and running his fingers along the bindings of the books I own. He comes across a picture I have of my dad, next to one I have of my mom.

"El, where are your parents?"

"Gone."

He turns to me, "Gone?"

I nod.

He hugs me, "How?"

"My mom drank herself to her death. Car crash. And my dad died in a surgery."

"El…why are you doing this to yourself?" he asks.

"Wh—what am I doing?"

"Cutting. Drinking. Sulking."

"Craig, I hate to say, but that isn't any of your business."

"Damn right it is."

"Why? How is it your business?"

"Because. Ellie, I care about you. And you're hurting yourself. You promised me…hell, you promised yourself that you wouldn't do this again."

"Why do you care about me. I'm just hopeless…"

He cuts me off, "No you aren't El. Shitty things happen all the time. To everyone. Just because you lost your parents doesn't mean you should do this to yourself."

"Craig…stop. You can't tell me how to live my life. That's why it's my life!"

"You called me El."

"So?"

"So? It means you want help! Ellie please. Please let me help you." he grabs my hands and holds my gaze.

My wall breaks, "I'm scared." I whisper. He touches his forehead to mine.

"I know." He kisses my temple.

AN: I just looooove Crellie! Review with what you thought!

xoxoxo Cat