Authors note: Yay! New story! This is very AU so don't be surprised when unexpected things happen. DON'T BE EFFING SURPRISED OKAY? Also this is based on of the role play I was in for a while and the plot was so good that I had to continue it because I was like" it can't just end there! So many more beautiful things could have happened." And I mean I know I could have just re auditioned but lay z and school is being a bitch so no more rps for me for a while. But this will be different in many ways because things that have happened to me will be in this story, so it's kinda personal and blah blah blah okay I'm just ranting now um um so..no one reads this part anyway so R&R, enjoy! Oh and Temeva Uno will be updated sometime I'm still writing the chapter

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Degrassi because if I did, season 13 wouldn't be shit like it is.

Summary: A clock ticks, it never stops. Time never ends. Which means things are bound to happen, and it's not lollipops and sun shine all the time. There are storms but after every storm there's a rainbow. But what will it take Clare to realize that.

A Year And A Half

Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.

-Winston Churchill

Chapter one

These girls were done hurting her, this world was done hurting her, her own mind was done hurting her. The second she jumps off of that bridge into the ice cold winter water and below the ice where she wouldn't be able to breathe, everything would be done. All the pain in her life would be done, all the pain in everyone because of her would be done. And she could go on not existing and everyone would be at peace, no one, not one person would miss her. And she most definitely would not miss this god-awful place she called earth.

It was mid-night, everyone was sleeping. Cece, Bullfrog, and Eli who lay beside her but she was wide awake. Clare turned on her side gripping the note she had written earlier today. Her last goodbye note or as other people called it a suicide note. stains from the tears that fell from her face while she was writing it were on that page she held so tightly to her chest. She looked at the alarm clock on the night side beside her.

12: 04

The light snoring from Eli let her know he was in fact asleep, finally. And she took a shaky breath and quietly but quickly getting out of bed. Clare was glad in this moment that the Goldsworthys were all deep sleepers. She placed the note on the pillow that her head was on just moments ago and took a deep breath. This was it. No going back. She didn't want to stay. Or see, or smell, or feel , or hear- not that she could very well anyways. she didn't want to breath. This was her moment and she was taking it.

12: 09

She tip-toed to the door and twisted the door knob to open it. She looked back at the sleeping boy one last time. He would get over her, he had to one day. There will lots of other girls for him to love, and do so many wonderful things for. Treat them like a princess like he had to her all the time. And whomever would fall in love with him she hopes falls in love with his eyes, and his smile, and his sense of humor, and his smug smirk, and the way he would cut her off with a kiss. Clare just hopes he'll find someone so special to him again. Clare is so glad she got to spend the last year of her life loving him and being with him and that he was her first and her last forever and always. If it wasn't for him she probably would have down this a long time ago.

Clare blinked away the tears the threatened to spill out of her eyes at the thoughts that just crossed her mind. She swallowed and left the room before she broke down even more than she already has.

12:14

She finally made it down the stairs, she pulled on her coat her and boots that were hanging and set near the door. She slipped on her hat and wool mittens that Cece had knitted for her earlier that month and left the house she had called home for the last year and a half. She shut the door quietly and turned off the light before she left.

12: 19

Clare walked quickly but careful not to slip on any ice on her way to her location in the dark streets of Toronto. The air was cold as it bit at her cheeks as she walked, the water would probably be much, much, much worse. So she wasn't going to open her mouth and complain since the cold air was nothing compared to what she's been through and what will come within the next few minutes any way.

12: 26

Cars passed by, driving slowly since snow began to fall again. Clare could guess they were probably looking at her like she was crazy being out in the weather like this and the time of night, but she didn't care, they wouldn't be thinking about her in 10 minutes from now. She turned into the park, that was always filled with happy playing children in the summer and kid collecting Easter eggs in the spring, candy in the cold breezy fall. But tonight it was cold dark and not a kid in sight. It's not like little five years olds would be out at this time of night any way even if it were the summer.

12: 34

She slowed her pace as she got closer and the minutes kept getting shorter until moment she no longer would be breathing. The bridge was in front of her now one single light at the end of it. It was a long bridge so it didn't matter much to her. Not like anyone would see her anyway, not out in this awful weather. Clare walked to the very middle of it and leaned over the edge to look down. She blinked away the tears that were freely falling from her blue orbs now, she hadn't noticed the tears were even present. Maybe it was because she was thinking way too much for her own good.

12: 42

3 minutes

3 minutes and she would be in the water.

She striped herself her coat and tossed it aside. Along with the boots and the hat and the mittens, and her cross. The cross did nothing for her anymore. She didn't believe in such a thing that let so many bad things happen to her throughout her life. The cold hurt her skin. It felt like she was being slapped over and over by a person that she called, Mother Nature. She pushed it aside and walked over to the railing and climbed over it.

One leg…

Two legs…

And she turned around so she was facing the water. The railing was cold that it stung to touch it. She took out her phone and watching the time tick away slowly it seemed.

12: 44: 09

12: 44: 10

12: 44:11

12: 44: 12

12: 44: 13

12: 44: 14

12: 44: 15

12: 44: 16

12:44: 17

"Don't fucking do it, Clare!" A voice shouted that she knew oh so very well.

End of chapter 1

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