Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Degrassi, or MOST of these characters. Buuut I do own these ideas. Mhmm. OH. Story title credit isss My Chemical Romance. Great song, you should totally listen to it.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a chapter story, so pleaaase stick with me. Kay? I'll try to update regularly and keep it filled with drama! Oh, and you'll eventually find out who the two main characters are. This is just the prologue. I'll probably tell in the next update. Feel free to assume and guess at who they are, or who you want them to be! Heart ya'll who read and reply!
Boy's POV
"Just run."
"I can't stand to see you ruin your life like this."
"Death is a savior for some people."
"Screw you and your family."
"You look just like your father."
"You act just like your father."
"Your just like your father."
"I'm not my father."
"I'm not."
"Am I?"
Girl's POV
"Stop."
"I thought you were watching your weight?"
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"Don't."
"Are you really wearing that?"
"I'm sorry! You just make me so mad sometimes."
"Where were you? AND WHO WERE YOU OUT WITH?"
"Ouch."
"I love you, don't cry. Just don't cry."
"It was an accident."
"Your looking a little... plump."
"I love him. I really, really do."
Both restless bodies awoke, out of breath and soaked in sweat.
The young man glanced around at his surroundings, taking in everything from the crusty walls to the grungy furniture. To the empty spot next to him, in his bed. He was alone, as always. Not that he'd have it any other way. Leaning his head back against the mildewed pillow, sounds of screaming infants three doors down and angry couples one floor above danced around in his head. He willed sleep upon himself, but as always it never came.
The young girl swung her legs over the side of the bed, glanced at the heavily sleeping man beside her, and made her way across the cold wooden floor to the bathroom on the other side of the room. Tears stained her cheeks, tears she hadn't even realized had fallen. In the mirror the girl that stared back at her was so pale, she was so fragile. So different, so pathetic. Your worthless. Your dissapointing. Your all alone. You need me. The familar words filled her mind, and she glanced back at the man sleeping peacefully in their bed, the man who she supposedly loved, who she did love. He was all she had. She did need him. And she would do anything for him, so long as she didn't lose him.