No.. no, this isn't happening. It can't be. This is all just a vivid nightmare, and you're going to wake up any minute. Just close your eyes, and when you wake up, you'll be in your cozy bed at home.

But when Clare opened her eyes, she saw that this was the furthest thing from a dream. She looked at the empty hallway on either side of her. She looked at the blood on her shirt and hands. Then she looked down at the boy and broke down. She stumbled back until she hit the wall, and her body slid down to the floor as she bawled her eyes out.

How could he be so cruel? I knew their fights were bad, but I never EVER expected him to pull something like this! How could he leave, knowing he could've killed someone? IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! I just don't understand…

Clare looked up just as Principal Simpson walked out of his office and started down the hall, back towards her. When he got to her side, he stood and stared down at the boy, sadness and shame taking over him. He turned to Clare and she couldn't help but notice how his voice cracked as he said

"The ambulance is on its way. They should be here in about 5 minutes."

"Um, o-okay" Clare stuttered, trying to recover from her meltdown.

"Clare, could you explain to me what happened?"

Clare hesitated and tried her best to calm herself down. She shut her eyes and let the words pour from her mouth.

"I was walking with Ali, and I saw them fighting, and I tried to get them to stop I swear, and nothing worked! Then he just grabbed him and smashed him into the window, and then he ran away, and now... I should've tried harder to get them to stop fighting! I'm sorry! It's my fault! I—"

"Clare, this isn't in ANY way your fault. I know how these boys can get. I've seen fights go ever further than this. Nothing you could've done would've stopped them. Don't put that on your shoulders Clare. you were the only one who helped."

"…Okay" Clare whispered, and the two sat in silence. Clare curled into the fetal position, putting her head in her knees, as her mind once again filled with questions she knew she couldn't answer.

Then she heard it; the faint sound of sirens, making their way closer to the school. Within a minute she saw the ambulance pulling up in front of the doors, and the paramedics running out. One ran into the building immediately, while the other ran around back to set up the stretcher that the boy would soon be placed in. The man in the building ran instantly to the boy, checking the wounds, checking his pulse, and looking for anything else that could be wrong with him. When he didn't find anything, he turned to Principal Simpson and told him the situation. Clare hadn't heard what he'd said; she'd only seen Principal Simpson nod afterwards.

The other paramedic came in and whispered to the first. They went back and forth like that for a bit, and then both looked at the boy, before turning back to Principal Simpson. The first paramedic spoke to him.

"Have you called the boy's parents?"

"No, I haven't. I wasn't sure if I should, or if it would be better for you guys to. I wrote the number for his parents down here… " Principal Simpson said, before pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to the paramedic.

"Okay, thank you. Now I need you to answer one thing for me."

"Okay" Principal Simpson responded

The paramedic took a step over and pointed to the boy. "What's his name?"

Disclaimer: I Don't own Degrassi! duuuh ;P

I just realized how to make author notes. Its a lot less complex than I thought it would be XD
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