Disclaimer: If I owned Degrassi, I would be with Eli right now, not wasting my time writing fanfictions! ;)
Eli wondered why it didn't hurt.
When Fitz jabbed that knife at his side, he knew it would take his life. He wouldn't even have time to see his short life flash before his eyes, because it would happen so quickly. But when it did happen, he could only think, why doesn't it hurt?
He yelped and grabbed his side, and heard Clare scream. Not in front of Clare, he begged no one, I cant die in front of her. But the lack of pain was still puzzling him. He slid down the wall, and suddenly noticed the lack of switchblade impaled in his stomach.
Glancing up slightly, Eli realized with relief that Fitz didn't kill him. He had only tried to scare him, and damn, did it work. But he was still shaking, and crying a little, because he realized how close he had been. How he could almost touch the end of his life, his story. See it, preview it for when it happens for real, someday. He could only thank god that day hadn't been today. Because for someone who was obsessed with death, Eli was pretty reluctant to die.
Fitz smiled evilly, and Eli though, that's my smile. Fitz had stolen his smirk. Clare stumbled over to Eli and collapsed at his side. He didn't know what she was thinking, but he could guess that it was something like she was relieved he was alive, but hated him for what he did. He knew. He felt the same way.
In that moment, when Eli really though with all his heart that he was going to die, something snapped. Something bad. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just sat there shaking, and wondered how different his life was about to become.
Well, there it is. I hated it, it was terrible, but it was begging to be written. Kind of drabblely... But w/e. Sorry it was so short, and this is complete. There's a lot more emotion I wanted to put in this, but I wrote it quickly. I might change it later. I might write another Eli fic, too, but I'm not so sure. Review?