Wreckage of Morty and the Heart

Beginning Notes

This fanfic takes place after the episode of Degrassi where Eli and Clare's relationship came to an end after Eli crashed his car, "Morty", for her. In my previous fanfic (that I gave up on due to issues in real life and is on an old account) I was in Eli's perspective. Honestly, after the last few episodes I do not relate to him as much as I used to. So this is most likely going to be all in Clare's perspective. Please read and enjoy. Reviews would be lovely.

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Phrases that areJUSTitalicizedare mental thoughts.

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Think of this as Clare (or Eli if I decide to include his POV) telling someone this story a few years after the events took place, so it is in past tense but the thoughts take place the same time as the event occurring.

Wreckage of Morty and the Heart

Chapter One:

Drifting

~Clare's POV~

It was a beautiful night. Spring was fresh in the evening air and the stars shimmered more than the tears creeping down my face. I was wearing a gorgeous green dress, my hair was in loose, yet tight, curls, and my passionate red lipstick finished the look. By now, my hair was flat and my lipstick was smeared due to the abuse from the tears and my hands wiping them away.

So much had happened. Yet it has only been a few hours since I saw him at school. Looking like himself, his green eyes, dark brown hair. Neither a mark nor scar on the face that held the crooked smile so perfectly.

Will he ever look the same? The face I fell in love with so easily.

At the dance, I told Alli my feelings. I'm sure she took them as me not loving him. But I loved him.

I still do love him.

I was drifting over the sidewalks under me. I saw myself moving through the town, but my legs felt like nothing. My whole body was nothing, except my heart. It pained me to breathe; I was struggling to even keep it beating. It felt like it just wanted to give up. I had never felt anything like this. It was a strange high. It was a depressing, dark, painful, but strangely a high. The best way to put it was that I freed myself from something that gave me pleasure but suffocated me. I was in pain because I will never feel the pleasure, but liberated that I escaped. The liberation couldn't save me from the heart break.

"You ripped my heart out!"

I promise Eli, that's not what I wanted. None of this is what I wanted.

I drifted closer and closer to my house. But in the darkness, it seemed miles away.

"You made a promise, remember? That you'd never leave me."

You forced me too. I wanted to keep that promise.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a group of girls walking home from the dance too. They were smiling, laughing, and chatting away while taking their time returning to their homes.

"Growing apart! Any other melodramatic clichés you wanna throw my way?"

Those are my feelings. Not melodramatic clichés as you accused them of being.

"I'll get rid of it."

That was the last thought that went through my mind before I fell to the ground. The cold, rough concrete scraped against my bare legs. The tears were being unleashed at an unbearable rate. My breathing turned into sobs desperately trying to get air. My eyes were shut tightly trying to stop this breakdown. I heard numerous pairs of heels approach me.

The rest is slightly foggy to me because the phrase "I'll get rid of it." was taking over my mind.

"I'll get rid of it."

"I'll get rid of it."

"I'll get rid of it."

"I'll get rid of it."

"I'll get rid of it."

That was the small sentence that gave him the idea to do what he did. That tiny, simple sentence changed my life.

When my eyes opened I was on a strange couch in an unfamiliar house. The girls ended up escorting me to one of their houses. I was too fogged up from the tears that I didn't realize that the girls walked me another block to one of their houses and laid me on her couch. I shut my eyes again to focus on where the pain in my body was coming from.

"Hey, she's up you guys. Why don't you go home and I'll take care of her." said a recognizable voice.

The group of girls said their various goodbyes and soon the sound of clicking heels followed by a door shut traveled through my ears.

I reopened my eyes to see a brown haired girl holding a first aid kit.

"Hey Clare, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Sadie, I was fine really… I was just having a moment."

I had met her a while back, Dave introduced us. She's pretty, nice, and funny. Dave is well… Dave.

I wonder how he got her.

Sadie looked at me and tilted her head. Her face changed sympathetically and she scooted a chair close to the couch.

"I texted Alli and she told me what happened."

At least I don't have to explain.

"Ah." I barely replied.

She put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Listen, I've been through break ups too, and I've had someone I care about get in an accident too. If you need to talk, I'm here for you. When my friends and I saw you back there, we were really worried."

I nodded and thanked her quietly.

She picked up my cell phone off the coffee table and handed it to me.

It must have fallen out of my jean jacket's pocket.

"Call your mom and have her pick you up. It's almost twelve but I'm sure she would understand since she was the one who drove you to the hospital."

I cringed as the word "hospital" was mentioned.

It wasn't until 12:30 that I got home. On the car ride, my mom was asking me what happened and why I was at a random girl's house. I told her I will tell her in the morning.

But I don't want morning to come.

Please let this be a dream.

I rested my head on my pillow and shut my eyes. It wasn't shocking when the first thing that came to my mind was;

"I'll get rid of it."