I'm not going to lie, Ive wanted to write something like this for a looooooong time. &now seems like the best time to do it. Ive been extremely pissed off. plus my other story is shot to hell.
Though, I will finish it soon.
This is going to be very dark. I dont know how well it will go, but fuck, im trying okay?
depending on how much people like this, it will be a 2shot, possibly 3...i have no idea yet...
now on to the story.
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The halls of Degrassi. Quiet. And somewhat dark. Or at least thats how I saw it. But then again, dark was who I was.
Let me give you the back drop on my life.
I'm Elijah Goldsworthy. Eli if you will. I'm a dark, 'death-obsessed' freak. Or thats how some people see me. I know my way to get things, and I dont stop until there mine. I'm no ordinary 17 year old boy. I have a dark past that always seems to haunt me. Julia, the love of my life, I killed her. I know I did. No one believed me. They tried to tell me it wasn't my fault, but they lie. They only try to make me feel better. It never works. The night she died, my whole life changed. I moved. I had a new reputation to uphold. And I didnt give a fuck about anyone, or anything.
And now here I am. Standing at the steps of hell. I had been here maybe a month, I really didnt keep track of the time. And people already thought the worst of me. Though in that month, I had befriended Adam. He was rather annoying to say the least, but I put up with him. I had gotten the school bully arrested. Face it, he was a dick. And, no..maybe I don't give a shit about people, but he was just..FUCK IT! Theres no need to explain him. The real reason I say all this is because, Adam had befriended a girl in our English class. I thought nothing of it. Honestly, she was not in my mind. Sadly, I was mistaken.
Clare Edwards. That girl..I wanted to say she changed me, but she didn't. The second I locked eyes with her, I knew I was going to crush her. Make her hurt. I tried to find out as much as I could about her, from the few people I chose to talk to. They all said the same thing. Saint Clare. Even better. She had had one previous boyfriend, who left her for a slut, knocked her up, and left her. Even to me, that was cold. Clare was a virgin, must be why shes called Saint Clare. I knew that name wasn't going to last long. Not with me around anyway.
A few weeks went by, and Adam, Clare and I had formed our own. We were what people called The Misfits. There was book worm, God worshipping Saint Clare. Adam, who had not much baggage, though he was a FTM. I didnt judge. And there was me. The hearse driving, death obsessed atheist. So 'Misfits' seemed to fit us pretty well.
We all trusted each other, and knew we weren't going to let each other down. Adam and Clare were so wrong. Now, no..I had nothing in store for Adam. I planned on keeping our friendship as strong as possible. So at least I had one person to count on. But Clare, so nieve. She trusted me with her life. I was good with keeping up an act. I wanted her to think I was never going to hurt her. But I had so much in store for little Saint Clare.
We were all so close. Together all the time. Occasional hang out, where all of us would be involved. Then Adam and I had our guys nights. Watch horror films, read comics, and pass out after eating a large pizza.
Clare and I had become very close. I knew what I was doing, I wasn't going to let myself fall for her. That wasn't me. I still had plan to break her. And the only way to do taht was get as close as possible to her, then turn on her. Crazy, you say? Maybe, but like I said..I know my way to get things. I wanted to take everything from Clare. And leave her wondering why. I wasnt going to stop until I had done so.
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lalalaaaaa...yes? no? maybe?
wat ever you have to say about it, let me know.
its up to you if i finish this or not...