Author's Note: This is a tragic fanfic. It's not something people should read if they aren't mature enough to handle it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or any of the characters used below.
It was a silent night. The river was glistening in the moonlight and the reflection of the stars on the water was a beautiful sight. But Liberty didn't care. She didn't care about anything.
She stumbled over the bridge, whiskey in hand. She was numb. More numb than she was sober. Memories sunk deep into her thoughts, haunting her every breath. Every memory was another step to her death.
She stared at the river below her. It enchanted her. The way the water flowed. The way the wind blew through her hair. It made her feel free. Like she could break away from the chains that withheld her.
She took a deep breath, ready to jump off the bridge. No one would see her. No one would care, either, she decided. It was time.
Flashbacks filled her as she leaped from the rail. Her whole life. Her family, her childhood, her friends, her child, and the most haunting of all, J.T. Yorke. She released all of these thoughts as she sailed through the sky to her end. It was an exhilarating experience, knowing that it was the last thing she would ever do. She couldn't take the pain of being at Degrassi anymore. The walls screamed her mistakes, the classes reminded her of him. Her friends constantly brought it up. Home wasn't stable, either. Her mother would badger her with gifts and sympathetic glances, looks of worry, cries late at night. Her father would get angry and shout at her. Her brother wouldn't even speak to her. It was all too much for the Van Zandt girl.
She took her very last breath right before she hit the water.
At first she felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Her mind went blank. Then the picture slowly faded out until there was nothing but black. Her blood ran cold. Her body continued to sink deeper and deeper into the pretty river water. Liberty Van Zandt was finally free.
The next morning, everyone sat in class, waiting for a lecture from Mrs. Kwan. Emma, Manny, and Toby noticed Liberty's lack of attendence, but quickly shrugged it off, since she had been missing a lot of days since J.T.'s death. The morning announcements went on, not missing a beat as usual.
Mrs. Hatlizakos made her way on screen. The niner doing the announces quickly ran off, making room for her. The expression on the principal's face was one of sorrow and confusion.
"I don't really know how to say this," She began, speaking slowly as her straight lips turned into a frown. She read the report again, a disbelieving look in her eyes. The trio took a quick glance at each other. "It seems that, um, Liberty Van Zandt was found dead this morning, in the river."
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and another few for them to actually hit the three. Manny burst into extreme tears, just like the moment she had found out about J.T.. Emma shook her head over and over again, obvious to the people around her that she was in denial. Toby had the wind knocked out of him. His best friends, both gone in a matter of months.
Words circulated the air, coming from the screen. Suicide. 12:26 am. On the third month anniversary of J.T. Yorke's death. Nobody could hear them though. They just stayed in the air, making the room slightly stuffy and uncomfortable. All of there eyes wandered around the room, wondering what to make of the situation. They stare at the puddle of Manny's tears on the tile, the white board, the distressed Mrs. Kwan. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The smart, awkward, overall-wearing, genius girl they all knew was gone. She had killed herself.
They all knew why. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know the reason instantly. It was all because of J.T.'s death and everyone knew it. She had never been the same after that night. Why should she have been, though. Her love had died on the night of her birthday. She had leftover guilt, feelings, and angst, and they could see it on her face every time they looked at her. It was eating her up in side. A truly tragic love story that deserved to be made into a movie, a book even. It would make everyone with a heart cry and make millions. They would cry for a few minutes, get on with their day and get over it completely. The people who lived through it would be living with the pain for the rest of their lives.
The three hoped that J.T. and Liberty were finally reunited. That they would get to be together for eternity. They were so destined and determined to be together that it really didn't matter if they hoped or not.
And something told them that they were there with them, at that very moment. Holding hands, smiling, watching us and wishing us good will and good luck. They smiled at the thought and let their worries fade away. They were together now. That's all that mattered.