AN: This is the story I've been talking about for months now. It is dedicated to the lovely Katie, because with out her obsession with serial killers, this story never would have been born. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Degrassi isn't mine, cry for me.

Warning: People die, Eli kills them. If you can't handle Eli dying, please leave now.

Summary: Eli is going nuts. And people need to pay for what they've done to him and the ones he loves.

Little note: There's a surprise in here. Explanation in the end

You don't know me anymore.
Prologue.

I walked aimlessly around the once messy room. Clare and myself had worked so hard to get it this clean, but since then, it felt more like a jail cell then before. All the surfaces in the room were oddly clean, and useable. This was like a forgien country. The sound of my own foot steps annoyed my ears, frustration slowly ate away at my nerves. My phone was vibrating across the room, adding to my annoyance. I knew it couldn't be Clare, since she just left here so I could finished editing her homework for Miss Dawes' class. I wouldn't have been Adam, since his mom took his phone away after finding out about him and Fiona. My fists clenched as the phone continued to vibrate on the table beside my bed. There was only one person it could be, the one person in the world I never wanted to hear from again.

She faked her death, put me and her family through hell and popped out of nowhere and expected me to pick up our life as it was left. Julia never expected to see me in Morty with another girl, she thought I would save myself and die alone. She was the most selfish person to come and leave and come back into my life. When she told me to dump Clare and go back to her, a million things ran through my mind.

I continued my pacing and made my way to the phone, rolling my eyes as I answered, "Julia, what do you want?" My husky voice was harsh and uninviting. She'd been back for two months and was in denial about my new life. You could tell she was sitting on a chair, twirling her hair in her fingers, or running her hand through her long brown hair while staring at the cielling; it was always like that.

"We should hang out tomorrow, have a little fun, like old times." I turned on my laptop on to do research on Clare's project. "We could close ourselves off from your family, shut the door tight and you could get to know..." She trailed her voice off into a silence.

"Or not. Julia, I have a girlfriend and I love her; she's everything I need and so much more than you. Get this through your head: I don't love you anymore, not like that. So just, loose my number, go away and let me be happy. Got it?" I closed my phone on her, as I had so many times before and threw the device on my bed. I looked at Clare's research sheet and typed in her subject's name. The details of Jeffery Dahmer's serial killer past filled my screen. I felt pulled into the readings, his life of crime put a smile on my face.

He may have brutally killed boys and men of all ages for pleasure, but the truth is, I was wishing his life was mine. I spent almost a year telling myself I killed Julia. There was something in my mind, the rush of enjoyment Dahmer must have felt while killing those males, that told me killing Julia for real would give me so much pleasure, seeing her suffer. My breathing slowed as I imagined pulling her limps off her, her blood seeping from her flesh and soaking into the sheets of my bed. It would teach her to fake her death and pop back into my life, expecting me to have put my life on hold a year ago.

Okay, So I know Julia died in the show, but in this, she faked her death. Deal? Deal.

If you have time, google Jeffery Dahmer, he's one of the greatest serial killers of all time.