Her head was pounding while she quickly made her way through the halls of Degrassi. She couldn't stand it. The song was making her head ache. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed with the sound of bumping music playing at the dance. She strolled the dark hallways, trying to clear her mind.
Her dad was having another baby at forty something years old with his home wrecking girlfriend and didn't even bother to tell her until she was five months pregnant. Not that he was talking to her anyways.
Plus, Dallas, GOD she hated Dallas. Dallas was doing nothing but spreading lies about them 'hooking up'. He said they made out while she was drunk. He said she would kiss him in the halls when no one was looking. All of this was totally untrue, but not that Eli believed her. He believed every word Dallas feed him.
Her only firm friend so far was Katie. Yeah, she has Alli and Jenna, but they were both busy. What with fast tracking, song writting, church attending. They spent more time together then with Clare. Katie hadn't always been there, but she was there now, atleast more then Alli and Jenna or Eli and Adam. The fact that she was Jake's love made it easier on her. Not that she was taking advantage of him. Just a nice coincidence.
Nice was the last thing on her mind though. She should kill, she thought. Watch them drown. They were so stupid for abandoning their daughters and believing Dallas, but seriously how could she fix these problems? Why is this happening? Was she not important? Not worthy of respect? Not worthy of anyone time?
Suddenly, everything went silent except for one sound.
Even the sound of her high heels were drowned out by this sound.
Clare took heavy, full steps forward, noticing every time she moved, so would her Asprins. Every step equaled a jerk in the tablets. Her heart pounded and her blood stopped when she neared the water fountain outside the bathroom.
Without her minds permission, her hand slid into her purse, pulling the liquid blue sticky sweet poisions out.
"Brand new bottle," she thought to herself. She bought it that morning on her way to school with Jake's money. She looked down at the bottle.
"Very few things seperating us," she thought. Just the cap and a cotton ball, then there was a bitter sweet escape out of this.
Death.
She popped the top off with her finger, letting it fall into the water fountain. She creeped her finger inside, pulling the cotton ball out, watching it fall to the ground as she released it. She proped herself on her arm, her fingers pressing the button inwards carefully, the water pouring from the spout. She took a deep breath while nearly throwing up.
"This is the only thing... that... could make me, happy," she thought to herself. God, this was stupid.
"Who are you trying to prove?" she mentally slapped herself.
She took the opening of the bottle and jammed into her mouth, knocking her head back, letting as many liquid heavens as she could into her mouth. When her mouth was full, she leaned back down, closed her mouth, and threw the rest of the pills on the floor. She leaded her head into the water, the coldness hurting her teeth.
She doors slammed open, Clare not realizing Ms. Oh was in the next hallway, watching everything.
"Clare, Clare, Clare, no!" she frantically said, trying to pull Clare away from the fountain, but Clare, wanting this so bad, gripped as hard as she could.
"NO!" she screamed out.
When Ms. Oh finally took her away from the fountain, she spazzed.
"Please! Don't do this to me, I just want this so bad, don't do this me," she begged frantically.
Ms. Oh took her hidden walkie talkie out from under her blazer and hit the call button.
"Simpson, we have a suicide attempt, call 911, Clare Edwards," she said into it.
"NO, PLEASE!" Clare screamed, just wishing that whatever ambulance comes is to late.
"Clare, it's going to be ok, I need you to breath ok? We'll get you some more water, just calm down, you'll get through this," Ms. Oh said while rubbing her back.
"No it won't!" she screamed.
Meanwhile, five halls over, Alli, Eli, Katie and Dallas were talking to Mr. Simpson after causing a fight on the dance floor... again. When they heard the call from Ms. Oh, the shocked students stared at the walkie talkie, listening for more while Mr. Simpson looked off in the distance, trying to figure out how he'll get this frantic student past the dance.
"Oh, Lord," he said while the student trailed their eyes up to his.
"Stay here," he said, ready to help assist Ms. Oh.
"No way," Eli chimmed in.
"Yeah, as if," Katie added, before both of them rushed down the hall to find their beloved Clare.
"GUYS! YOU CAN'T..." Mr. Simpson shouted, following behind them, but it all got lost in the background while the two looked up and down the halls.
Alli felt her breathing get shakey, her hands tremble as she held them up to her eyes which were flowing tears already coming. She started sobbing, nearly falling in Dallas.
"Hey, come here," he said, wrapping his arms around Alli's shoulder while she rested her head on his chest, not caring about the lies anymore. Her knees felt wobbly and she felt so weak.
Dave, on the other hand, saw this as a threat.
He busted up the steps of the gym, rushing to break them up.
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" he asked, gently shoving the two.
Dallas, opened his mouth to talk, but Alli cut him off.
"Clare's trying to kill herself," she whimpered, walking over to him. He rested her hand on her shoulder.
"What? Alli, I can't hear you, speak up," he said, seeing Jenna rise to the top of the stairs out of the corner of his eye.
"Clare's trying to kill herself!" she shouted, hitting Dave with her purse.
"What?!" Jenna screamed from the top, Becky frozen behind her.
Dave embraced his weeping love in his arms, feeling tears rush into his eyes as well.
Jenna literatly dropped to the ground, bursting in to a choir of sobs, digging her forehead into her forearm. Becky lowered herself down to meet her, slightly whispering her name as she hugged her, looking over her shoulder to watch her brother's stupid hockey team.
"This is all their fault," she said, her face starting to burn. Owen looked up from the game they were playing at the table, watching as Becky stared at him. He tapped Luke on the arm.
"What's going on?" he asked, nodding his head up, while the stare from Becky turned into a dissaproving shake.
"I'll go find out," he said, placing his cards down on the table. Becky turned her head, not wanting to see her brother or any of the hockey team mates for that matter. She softly cried along with Jenna. He lowered himself down to her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to rub her back. She calmy turned around.
"This is all your fault," she softly said, shaking her head back and forth.
"This isn't his fault," Jenna mumbled.
"Jenna, what's wrong?" he asked again, touching Jenna's arm, but Becky slapped it away.
"Don't touch her. You and your stupid hockey team has already done enough," she said.
He slowly got up, confused by the matter of events.
"Dude?" he asked, looking at Dallas.
"It's bad," was all he managed to say in return.
"What's bad? What's going on? What's all my fault?" he asked, walking down to meet his teammate. Dallas took a deep breath before explaining the event.
"Mr. Simpson was giving me and Alli and Katie and Eli a lecture," he said.
"Yeah, so what else is new?" Luke asked.
They all turned their heads when they heard the cried of little Clare while she was being held by both Ms. Oh and Mr. Simpson while she franctically cried.
"Clare!" Alli and Jenna called out, running over to their friend.
"Now, girls, be careful, you may need to keep your distance," Mr. Simpson said while they walked Clare outside to the front steps.
"Over the walkie talkie's... Ms. Oh told Mr. Simpson..." his voice trailed off, looking off into space, trying to find the courage.
He looked into Luke's eyes finally.
"Clare tried to kill herself."