For all of the readers of Mysteries and Two Birds One Stone: I am so sorry that I haven't been updating! School is starting next week, but I plan to keep updating-hopefully regularly.

This also isn't like your usual Clare Edwards. I've added part of me to her character so it would be unique like most stories I have read on fanfic =)

I do not own Degrassi

Clare watched as high tide came once again, breathing the scent of the salty water deeply. This was just what she had needed to have; a calm atmosphere. After she had had a tantrum with her parents, she had run out of the house with a duffel bag filled with clothing and plenty of water.

"If you guys can decide things on your own, so can I!" She angrily shouted as her parents looked at her, dumbfounded at what she had just said. Helen and Randal had been fighting for weeks, bringing Clare to a decision that she never thought she would come to-running away.

She didn't remember how long she had been running for before she found the beach; she had left at noontime Saturday night. Her departure from her home was almost a day ago, and no one had bothered to even call to see what had happened to her. Would anyone call to see why she wouldn't be in school the next day, or the day after that? A tear trickled down her cheek, wondering if she was worth living for.

Now she was on the edge of a walk that led about a mile out into the ocean, her feet dangling from the edge. She watched as the water underneath her stayed effervescent, and she smiled gently at it. The ocean always calmed her.

The water reminded her of something else, something that she had left behind in her homey town; Elijah Goldsworthy. After the Night in Vegas incident, he had been in the hospital for days, and she had been there every hour that he was awake. Clare enjoyed watching Eli fall into a comforting sleep that she yearned to have one day again. After she returned to the hospital on Saturday, she could obviously see that her father had had an affair and that he was moving out to live with her. Helen was baffled to see such a decision made without her, and they continued to fight about it. Clare reached her breaking point by then, and left with only one sentence.

"What have I done?" She groaned as she watched the water. She had done this for her own freedom, yet it led her to have no bed, no comfort. The only thing that brought her here was her conscience.

Clare's phone lightly vibrated in her pocket as her lassitude started to overwhelm her. She was so tired that she could barely go on a minute without yawning. She took out the phone carefully in case it would slip out of her hands and into the dark water. Noticing that it was Adam, she flipped open her phone and took the call.

"Clare?" Adam asked after a long minute of silence. Clare made a noise in the back of her throat; a humming noise loud enough for the cell phone to catch. "Clare? Are you alright?" Adam hastily asked as Clare could hear that he was in a car.

"I'm tired." She yawned as she looked down at the water again. Clare wondered if Adam could hear the waves crashing against the poles that held the walk in place.

"Don't fall asleep, damn it! Where are you?" Clare could feel unconsciousness overwhelm her slightly as she looked for the words to say.

"Did you ever wonder how far down a man would have to go in order to reach the bottom, and would he die if he did so?" She asked nonchalantly, as if to give Adam a clue as to where she was.

"What?" Adam asked, oblivious to the clue.

Clare shook her head, smiling down at the waters. "I want to try it, but I'd be destined to drown." She laughed lightly as she noticed that she had never felt this way before. She had always been well rested.

"Clare!" Adam yelled from the phone. "Don't do it." He urged, trying to keep her on the line.

"I won't." She said, sleep coming over her.

"Damn it!" Adam yelled once again as he noticed that Clare had fallen asleep. Eli looked curiously at him as he closed the phone.

"What happened?" He asked as he glanced at Adam, who now gripped the phone.

"She… didn't make sense!" He growled, frustrated. "She was saying weird things, and then fell asleep." Eli winced slightly as he pushed the gas harder, feeling the wound in his chest. Staying away from Clare's mellifluous voice made him insane.

"What was she saying?" He asked calmly, trying to recompose a calm expression.

"She was saying things about how far down someone could go until he or she reached the bottom, and if he or she would die doing it. And then she said something about if she did it she would drown…" Adam and Eli exchanged wide eye glances.

"The beach." He stated, losing feeling in his body. Was she this insane?

Adam shook his head, "I told her not to do it, and she said she wouldn't. I assume that she fell asleep before I could get anything else out of her." Eli sighed, turning off the highway and into a town nearby. He felt amused that she had walked this far by foot in about a day; she would've had to been furtive to get that far.

"These aren't easy roads to get by unharmed." He said, seeing Adam nod from his peripheral vision. The beach wasn't much farther, but they would have to look for Clare on foot.

"You know," Adam said, watching Eli slowly get out of the driver's seat. "I told you not to come with me. You're not healed."

Eli gave Adam death glare. "Pardon me for not being pyrrhic. If Clare dies, I am going to be next in line. I can't afford to lose two girls who are important in my life!" Adam looked at his best friend warily while Eli fell back into the seat.

"I'll go get her." Adam concluded, putting both of his hands in the air to stop Eli from getting back up. "You stay there." He demanded, before jogging off in search of Clare.