My Second FanFic, another songfic… I've developed an addiction to this song so I thought why the hell shouldn't I use it? So basically I did. Ha. Like u couldn't tell already. Ok well it's The Matches Sick Little Suicide, and I added a verse at the end. I don't own Degrassi (sniffle) or The matches (dries tear).

Mark said he could hold his own head up
and share his mind
with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall.
One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros.
Still, I don't believe he would take that fall.
Those things will put you back
some paychecks,
set you back about a year or two.
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do,
all that we do.
And the ground downtown is a countdown,
no air anywhere in the area.
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia.
Youth in America...

Ya, smoking didn't quite do it for her. No rush, no memory, no consequences. And the "there are cooler ways to die" shirt from hot topic that looked too cool to pass up. Couldn't be a hypocrite now, could she?

There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do...
you decide,
which one's for you?

Mark my words, oh, just a little more,
Sara said,
and subtly subsistence is suicide.
Exercise and malnutrition
keep curves tight,
'cause all that matters is what's outside.
So says every magazine cover
which gallantly assaults
our own women and children,
but it's not my fault,
It's never my fault.
We dare bury our three-square fare
in a twenty-first century artery,
And feed beyond our need
so pardon me,
this part of me.

Eating Disorder. Ha. Nobody knew about the secret anorexic who hid food in a napkin and threw it out at lunch or made Spinner-like excuses about cafeteria food. "Maybe he wasn't lying about the bugs thing", she would say… Secretly emptying her stomach, obsessing over weight and pant sizes. It's a control thing. Each calorie and carb could be counted, measured and monitored.

Marking a line that's describing

Ellie's pain

Predictable and yet masked so well.

A secret under her sleeves, covered up.

Never again to be shared comfortably.

Add another razor blade severe,

And another x-acto knife.

One more and she could release,

This bottled up pain, she felt inside…

Hit the floor as the blood runs silently

Spattered on walls for a memory

Every scar, every mar, every next slice cuts away,

All the cutting clichés.

So what did you think? Please RR! Ellie is my favorite and I thought this song was a good 1 to describe her. REVIEW PLEASE! Or email your reviews to ash