Inspired by "The Lousy Truth" By NeverShoutNever. It's a really good song, check it out :)
The retcon over the past few seasons of Degrassi kind of messed up Craig's age. Without the retcon, in 2010 Craig would be 22. However, since the whole two seasons-one year thing, the 'eighth graders' (Marco, Paige, Ellie, etc) should be in their third year of college, thus making them, and Craig 20. If you catch my drift.
So, they're 20 in this, not 22 like they SHOULD be. Stupid Degrassi, messin' up everything. ;) Juuusssttt kiddin'.
PS, this is a side project to get the creative Crellie juices flowing. I know, I have three fanfics on the go at once, I get like this every now and again :S
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Degrassi, Craig and Ellie would be together, Manny wouldn't be a whore, Jimmy's stem cell surgery would succeed and he'd be walking, and Liberty and Toby would totally be together too. Alas, I do not. :(
ENJOYYY! :D
Midnight, September 10. This is surely the best way to spend your 20 birthday, Craig. I sighed, as I slid the thin key into the slot and waited for the green light to blink on the side of the door. I was in Toronto for a music festival, and I knew for a fact that none of my 'friends' would be there to cheer me on. I sighed, pushed the large door open, and entered my hotel room.
Hotel rooms always feel so empty when you're alone. I threw my bags to the floor and lay on the large bed in the middle of the room, strumming away mindlessly on my guitar. I remembered the last time I saw Ellie Nash; in Los Angeles almost two years ago. I missed her. I missed her a lot.
In my twenty years of existence, I'd never felt this alone. Not even when my mother or father died. Not even when Ashley left for England and I went crazy on the streets of Toronto. Not even when I was living on my own in Vancouver trying to start a music career for myself. Nothing hurt as much as this did.
I wondered if Ellie even remembered that it was my birthday. Probably not... She's probably too busy being a big-time journalist, living her dream. Ellie was always like that, chasing her dreams. I used to be like that, but depression and loneliness got the best of me, ridding myself of any motivation to write songs or to get off my lazy ass and perform some shows. I decided coming home would be a good idea, but now it doesn't seem like that. I figured everyone would be waiting for me, but no. All of my friends were starting their third year of university, actually making something of their lives. I was just a drifter-musician who, let's face it, has no actual future with fame. I sighed, and sat up.
I put my guitar away; even attempting to do something productive made me want to die. I'm such a failure, I groaned a bit and got up off the bed, and grabbed my carry-on bag that was still packed from the flight. I took out two prescription pill bottles; one was filled with my bipolar medication and the other with my newly prescribed anti-depressants. I took one of each, and washed them down with some water from the tap in the small bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I was a complete mess. I had bags under my eyes, my face was un-shaven, and my hair was in dire need of a trim. I pulled my shirt off and left it in a ball on the bathroom floor. I sighed, and went back out into the room. I lay back down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like a very long time. I felt a vibration from my cell phone in my pocket, which was an uncommon occurrence, since I had absolutely no real friends. It was Angie. I opened the text message from my teenaged half sister. She wished me a happy birthday, and said that she and Joey had a surprise for me, and that she loves me. Ending with a smiley face, I did the same. Smiled, for the first time in a long time. I replied and said thank you, and that I loved her too.
I fell asleep smiling, and hoping that everything would get better soon.
Angie gave me hope. Maybe life isn't so bad after all.