Clare's P.O.V.

I stared down at the scars engraved in my arms. They showed my pain. All the pain I had gone through in the last three months. Good religious Clare would never dare hurt herself, would never even think of it. Well I am a different Clare now …I've realized everything brings you pain even the good in your life ….and cutting myself was just a way of expressing how I feel. I didn't dare let Eli see my scars. Every time he would reach for my hand I would pull away quickly knowing he could feel the scars engraved in my arm. I had even started to wear longer darker articles of clothes. When my dad got angry he would beat me to let his anger out the past couple of months. I knew if Eli saw that of all things he would lose it, and I couldn't have that. Not because of me.

I grabbed my school bad from my bedside and walked downstairs and out the front door. I was surprised to see Eli standing there leaning against his hearse.

"Hey." I said surprised. I was disappointed to see he didn't look like the usual sarcastic, funny, charming, Eli, he was extremely serious.

"I'm here to drive you." he said opening the door for me.

"Thanks." I said smiling at him.

Eli's P.O.V.

I shut the door for Clare after she had got in my car. I was really worried about her. I knew her parents were fighting …but is it really taking this big of an effect on her? Are things getting worse? Did something happen? Is it me? I had so many questions running through my head and I was needed answers. I have to talk to her. I have to talk you her now.

"Clare …can we talk?" I asked

She looked down and mumbled "he needs to know sometime."

That did it I needed to know. "Clare …" I started.

"Okay ask away Eli." she said her face a mixture of sadness and pain.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked.

She laughed. Not a real laugh. A lifeless laugh. "Eli …why on earth would I break up with you?" she paused before saying. "You're too good for me if anything you should be breaking up with me

I ignored the thought that she thought I was too good for her. Yeah because that's so true.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong Clare ? I'm worried sick about you. Every moment every minute of every day I am worried about you! I can't get the fact that something is hurting you off my mind its killing me inside! Please tell me!" I begged

"o-okay." she stuttered.