A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This is the second chapter! Please enjoy reading it. The fact that this fic doesn't have trans-fat is just the cherry on top! XD
I don't own Degrassi.
"Okay class! Don't forget to do problems 1 through 4 on that worksheet." Ellie told her class. What's the use, she thought. They're not going to listen. The final bell had just rung and the students of her class ran out the door like prisoners being released, and ignored Ellie's last comment. She sighed as she walked over to her desk and began to correct papers.
Ellie heard a knock at the door.
"Come in." Ellie said monotonously.
"Ready to go, El?" Ellie's best friend Marco asked.
"Yeah. Let me just grab my keys." Ellie told her best friend. Ellie opened the drawer where her keys resided during the daytime. That's when she saw an old-fashioned letter opener. She grabbed it in her hand along with her keys and plopped them into her purse. She noticed that Marco was watching the fish in the tank and sighed in her head.
"I think one of them is dead." Marco said without turning around, breaking the silence.
Ellie sighed. It was the fourth time this week that a fish had died. She kind of envied the fish as she dropped it in her classroom sink and ran the disposal.
Ellie and Marco walked out and Ellie shut the lights and locked the door. The two walked into Ellie's car and she drove them to their condo.
Now that Paige had moved to England to peruse her career in business and Griffin moved to Ohio, it was just Marco and Ellie who shared the condo. It was nice that it wasn't so cramped anymore, but they kind of missed listening to the different stories. Now that both worked at the same elementary school, news didn't actually sound like news.
The two were watching a movie when Ellie thought of the letter opener she shoved in her purse earlier that day. Just when Ellie heard Marco snore softly in his sleep, she gently moved his legs off of her and grabbed her purse and brought it into the bathroom.
Ellie was sober of cutting for over 15 years now. She took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. She really wanted to feel the letter opener digging through her now woundless flesh. Before she could do anything to control herself, she saw the opener in her right hand she dragged it across her skin. Ellie watched as just in that one cut, blood dribbled out. She began to feel the rush of adrenaline once again, just like she did 15 years ago.
"ELEANOR NASH. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Ellie dropped the sharp object on the ground and heard a 'clink' as it hit the bathroom tiles.