Hey guys! So this is my first ever time really writing something Im probably going to finish. Sorry if this sucks! This is going to be my first time trying to write something dark too. So you have been warned (this is going to be dark!)

Disclaimer: I own a cat… But not Degrassi

*Flash- forward*

The nurse walked into the room with the thick, yellow folder that held my test results within its slightly wrinkled covers. She walked over and sat on the little stool just across the room and started to flip through the papers. My nerves were shot, and my eyes burned because of the many tears that had been shed in the past few hours. I watched her closely, examining her facial expressions deeply. After about two long minutes of frivolous reading, she closed the folder and looked up at me with sorrowful eyes. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and thoughts of worry and angst bounced around in my head. She opened her soft, faded pink lips and began to speak, but what she said made fresh tears sprout in my eyes, fall down my face, and softly pelt my oversized shirt. "Ms. Edwards, I'm extremely to have to be the "bear-of-bad-news", but you have caught the HIV virus. I think your best option…" She started to go on about some kind of dialysis treatment or something, but I suddenly lost all ability to hear, and I felt as if I had just been stabbed in the stomach. My surroundings began to spin, and my vision slowly began to haze. Seconds later, I was consumed by black.

*Present*

I walked down the empty street, searching like a hawk for Bianca. She was beyond drunk; she was absolutely shit-faced. The last time I saw her wasted like this, she was lying in a back ally, completely oblivious to the fact that she had been jumped by a group of stuck-up rich girls who knew they could get away with whatever they wanted. I don't think she even knew she was missing four of her teeth until I pointed it out the next morning.

I broke out into a jog, becoming more panicked to find her. Something caught my attention in the corner of my eye, and I could hear someone laughing hysterically. Yup, I think I found her. I turned and sprinted towards the laughter and sure enough, there she was in her neighbor's back yard playing with their cat. I cursed under my breath as I made my way over to her. Why she terrorized animals when she's drunk I will never understand. She grabbed the cat from under its arms and tried to stand, only to fail and topple over into a puddle of mud next to their little pond. Oh, Bianca.

I grabbed the cat from her death grip, looking it over quickly to make sure no damage was done to it, and turned my attention to Bianca again. Somehow she managed to stumble to her feet and was now standing centimeters from my face. I gagged, smelling the thick stench of vodka and cheap beer that masked her breath. Don't get me wrong, I get tipsy and sometimes a little drunk on occasion, but never as much as Bianca.

"My dad's going to- hehehe- piss- hehe- himself".

She began to topple over from her harsh laughter, but luckily I was able to catch her before she fell again and caused further damage to herself. I sighed and began to drag her sloppy self next door to her house and decided to just ignore her previous statement, knowing it's just her alchahol talking.

As soon as we got to the door, I didn't even have a chance to knock because almost immediately a tall, brown haired man opened the door. I gulped hard, but kept my mouth shut, because the way his grew angry and cold the moment he saw Bianca scared the living hell out of me.

"Hey Daddy I was just-"

Bianca was cut off when the man reached out, grabbed her by the arm in a forceful grip, and snatched her inside. As soon as she regained whatever composure she had left, the man turned and muttered a thank you before slamming the door in my face. I slowly turned around, mouthing an "ok" to myself under my breath before starting back down the street towards the soccer field.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to be a nationally ranked soccer player. The only thing holding me back from playing was the fact that I haven't been the most well behaved person in the past, and the coach thought I would be a nuisance to the team. Ass face. I live in a small town in Canada, just outside of Toronto, so it only takes about twenty minutes to get from wherever you are to wherever you're going. For some reason, the soccer field, the game, they always take my mind off everything. I guess you could call it my "escape". My face lit up like a light bulb the second the field came into view.

Now the only thing separating me from bliss was an old chain link fence. As soon as I reached it, I spider man'd it and quickly climbed over. The moment my feet hit the freshly cut grass, I felt a surge of energy rush through my body. I looked around silently, checking to make sure the coast was clear, because if I got caught, I would have to deal with a "no trespassing" violation. As soon as I made sure nobody was around, I made my way across the field to a slightly deflated ball and balanced it on my foot before kicking it into the air and forcing it into the opposite goal. Even when I'm slightly tipsy I still kick ass.

I did this over and over again for around an hour, building up a nice sweat before I decided to let my body have a break. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, looking at the bright blue numbers that clearly read 8:45. I immediately thought of the beating I was going to get when I arrived home for being out this late… or early? My head snapped up when I suddenly hear a deep voice coming from the locker rooms. I sprinted as quick as I could over to the fence, and I was over it and going down the street within a mere 10 seconds. That's a new record for me. I guess it's time to start the walk to the last place I want to be right now. There was no avoiding this anymore. It always felt like I was walking the green mile when I made these journeys home, because in all honesty, I didn't know if I would ever make another one like them again once I got there.

I began to quicken my pace to almost a jog, because maybe if I got there before 9:00 they wouldn't come down on me as hard as they did last time. My house is only a couple blocks from the field so I can probably make it there before nine. I didn't want to think about what was going to happen when I got home, but I couldn't stop myself.

The scrapes and bruises across my back began to tingle, and my legs were growing weak. An all too familiar feeling began to fester in my abdomen and started creeping up my throat. I swallowed hard, not wanting to vomit in the middle of the road. I tried once more to avert my mind to a lighter subject, to no avail.

I looked up at my house. We live in a wealthy part of town, so the structure is huge. My eyes drifted down to see my mom's car parked in the drive way. I made my way across the plush grass in my front yard and opened the large door. Immediately I made my way to the kitchen, knowing she would be waiting for me there. If I ignored her, that would make matters much worse.

She must have felt my presence when I entered the room, because she didn't even look up when she placed the belt on the counter, signaling me on what was about to happen. She looked up, anger clouding her hazel eyes. I swear I could see fire in them. With no warning at all, she swiftly grabbed a vase with flowers and threw it at me. She almost hit me in the side of the head, but luckily she only hit my shoulder. The vase fell and showered the floor and my feet with shards of glass. She got up and grabbed the belt off the counter, making her way over to me and lifting me shirt up to reveal my already beaten back. I closed my eyes, waiting for the first lash. Seconds later, I felt the metal studs connect with my skin. I bit my lip hard, enough to draw blood and clenched my fists into tight balls, feeling my nails dig into my flesh. If I screamed for the neighbors to hear, it would only make her more enraged. Soon I felt the second lash, third, and so on. After about ten of those, she stopped suddenly. She always stopped when she drew blood or broke skin.

I didn't know which one stopped her, but I would find out very soon. I could hear her husky breaths against my neck as she regained her ability to speak.

"Go to your room, and don't some out until I say so. Got it?"

I nodded quickly, and she grabbed the back of my head and practically dragged me up the stairs and into my room.

She gave me a quick look of disgust before turning and slamming the door shut, locking it from the outside. As soon as I heard her footsteps fade away, I made my way to the mirror to look at my back. When I peeled my shirt off, I could just smell the blood. I turned around and peered over my shoulder, realizing she broke the skin this time. My lower back was extremely tender, but I had to stop the bleeding.

I made my way to the bathroom and wet a rag with hot water. I rang it out so it would drip everywhere, and pressed it to my back. The sudden contact made me hiss in pain. As I made my way back into my room, I started to feel light headed and dizzy. It was getting harder and harder to stand, so I made my way to my bed and laid down on my belly after I carefully placed the rag on my back to be sure it wouldn't slide off. My eyes slowly drifted shut, and I slowly drifted into a slumber. I'm not complaining though, sleep always numbs the pain.

So… Yeah. Don't really know how that turned out. If you guys think this wasn't a total waste of time on my behalf then reviews for chapter 2? Yes? No? Review! :D