Hi guys! This is my first fan fiction and I hope you will enjoy it. (:
I'm going to try to make it 10-20 chapters. This story is rated T in the first few chapters, then it will definitely reach to M c;
WARNINGS: THERE IS RAPE,CUTTING,BLOOD,SEX,ABUSE,AND FOUL LANGUAGE IN THIS HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Clare-17 years old.
Adam-17 years old.
Alli-17 years old.
Eli-18 years old.
I don't own Degrassi. If I did, Eclare would be back together and it would be getting hot(;
Okay, enough talking, enjoy!
Chapter 1
She was surrounded by darkness. A dark giggle erupted the silence and echoed around, driving her backwards into a corner. Then she saw him. His eyes filled with anger glared at her, piercing through her petrified soul. He stepped forward, closer and closer toward the trembling body of the girl. "Did you miss me?", he whispered with an evil grin plastering his face. The darkness then engulfed her.
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NO ONES POV
She jumped up in her bed. A slick layer of sweat covered her fragile body. "It was just a dream, it was just a dream", she kept repeating. No. It was a nightmare. One that occurred ever since her life became a living hell. Ever since the day Clare Edwards was 10, her life was hell. Her parents divorced and her father left without a goodbye, leaving the mother and her for a younger woman.
When Clare was 12, Helen, her mother, fell in love and married Randall Edwards. He was a kind, cheerful loving companion…at least to Helen. To Clare, Randall was an abusing, cruel alcohol drinking lowlife. When Helen would be out for work at night, Clare was thrown to the floor, constantly beaten, and yelled at. This man was a stranger to Clare. An intoxicated cigarette smelling stranger.
One day, Clare just couldn't take it anymore. She locked herself in her bathroom and looked at the mirror, slowly lifting up her shirt. She examined all the bruises and cuts over her stomach and arms. The traced the outlines with her cold fingers, shuddering at the pain shooting up from her stomach. She cried and cried, blaming herself for all of this. She opened the mirror's cabinet and reached for a razor blade. She slid down the cold tiles of the wall and lifted up the long sleeve of her shirt, exposing the ivory cream skin that was scarred in several places. She placed the razor a few inches up from her fore arm and dragged it across the skin, creating a white line. She then placed it at the same place, but cut deeper. The skin broke and red droplets started to fall down her arm. She then put the razor blade to her wrist, slowly dragging it deep into her once flawless skin. She felt relief, like she finally had control over something. It felt as if all the trouble was seeping out of her. She cut over and over around her wrists. Then she had flashbacks. Helen always saw the good side of Randall. As 2 years passed, he began to climb into Clare's bed while she was asleep. He would cover her mouth and her eyes would shoot open. She screamed, but they came out muffled. It was no use, her mother wasn't home.**Darcy does not exist in this story. Clare is an only child** She felt helpless and weak. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
ELI'S POV
(three years later)
I walked to the back of the bar, leaning on the brick wall. "Everyone left me. EVERYONE.!", I yelled. "Why Julia? Why did you do this to me?" I drank some beer from the bottle in my right hand. "You ripped my heart out and then left! You died on me!" Anger pulsed through my veins. I kicked nearby garbage cans to the floor. "But I'm joining you." I pulled out a bottle of pills from my pocket and emptied them all out into my mouth. I took a large chug of beer and then threw it at the shattered all over. My vision started to become blurry, and I fell to the floor. Before the darkness consumed me, I saw a pair of blue eyes. The stranger started shaking me and yelling for help. I closed my eyes and waited for death to come get me.
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BEEP…BEEP…BEEP.
My eyes remained closed. Am I dead? I slowly opened my eyes, but instantly closed them. All I could see was blinding white lights. I groaned and opened my eyes again.Where the hell am I? I lifted myself up but was welcomed by a large sharp pain in my head. Stupid hangovers, I thought.
I heard sniffling coming from the left side of me. I peeked over and saw my mother. Her hands were covering her makeup smudged face. "M-mom?", I asked. She lifted her head and I saw bright green eyes with red around them.
"Oh baby boy! You're alright!", my mom ,Cece, said. "Where am I?" She lowered her head and whispered, "The hospital. You tried to kill yourself. But thankfully a girl nearby saw you and called an ambulance. Why Eli?"
"I miss her mom...Julia.I needed to be with her." I said. "Oh honey, I know it's hard. But Julia will always be there. In your heart.", Cece said. I sighed. "Im just happy that girl called in time. We would have lost you! She should be here any minute." Anger filled me once again. That girl fucked up my chance to finally be with the one I love.
There was a knock from the hospital room's door, and a petite looking girl came in. She looked nervous and looked down "Is this um, Mr. Goldsworthy's room?" the girl asked. I observed her closely. She had auburn curls that reached to the top of her shoulders. Her eyes were several light shades of blue. "Yes. I'm his mother. Are you the Clare that saved my baby boy?", Cece asked. Clare looked down once again and nodded, walking towards my mother. Cece jumped up from her chair and hugged the life out of Clare. "Thank you so much! You saved him." Cece exclaimed with a large smile plastering her face. "You're welcome Mrs. Goldsworthy. It was the most that I could do", Clare chuckled lightly. 'It was the most that I could do' I mocked under my breath. "Eli, would you like a few minutes with Clare?" my mother asked. But before I could reply, Cece already walked out of the room closing the door. "Why did you try to kill yourself?" Clare asked. "It's none of your business, you wouldn't understand at all." I replied coldly. She frowned. "I do understand. I'm just trying to help." she softly said. "Get. Out." I said. "Excuse me?" Clare asked. "You heard me. Get out. You don't understand anything! I don't need your help!" I yelled. Tears filled her eyes and she fled across the room. But before she closed the door she looked at me in the eyes, tears threatening to fall and said "Sorry for helping. At least I'm a not heartless jerk!" She slammed the door. I let out a breath I didn't even know I held. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes feeling guilty. But when I did, I would always see those bright blue eyes.
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I'm sorry it was so short D;
But I promise they'll be getting longer. Please review? c:
I hope you enjoyed it. I'll probably post a chapter a day if I can. Maybe two a day if I have time:]