Crash, Part 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.

Authors Note- I would like to clarify that Julia's appearance does not exactly match the picture shown in Eli's room. I thought of this story before anything was known about Julia, so I didn't imagine her to look like she does even though it turned out to be close. If you are interested a picture of her (not me) it is my profile picture. Also, Eli's parents are not the same as the ones on the show. Like I said, I thought of this before Cici and Bullfrog. This story will not always match with the show, but has the same idea.

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DegrassiSunshine

Its 2 am., feeling like I just I just lost a friend,

Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me.

Its 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend,

Hope you know this ain't easy for me.

Eli's POV

I don't know where I am all I know that it is dark, the kind of choking blackness that seems to suck the air right out of your lungs. I can hear footstep's approaching behind me sounding light and muffled, but forbidding, like a tiger stalking its prey. I whirled around, the alarm churning in my stomach threatening to overtake any common sense that might still survive in my mind. Two glowing blue eyes were staring at me appeareing to be attached to nothing but as my own eyes I adjusted to the light I found a very familiar face gazing back at me.

"Oh, it's you." I sighed

The relief was only momentary and I felt like something was different, like something was wrong. I suppressed a scream as Julia's eyes turned red spreading ,and I don't mean red as in it looked like she had been drinking; I mean red as in blood red, as in scarlet. A eerie white light washed over her showing me all the ugly slash's I had thought were dispelled forever, all with blood trickling off of them. I had the odd feeling I was…I don't know how to describe it. Not quite pain, but the kind of feeling you get when get a tooth pulled, you know it's there but it's not quite. I looked down and what I saw made my breath catch in my throught, and the ground seemed to sway underneath me.

Sick understanding flooded through me; drop for drop, cut for cut I felt what she felt. He pain was mine; my arms and stomach were crisscrossed with scars new and old identical to the ones I had stumbled across so many months ago. As I lifted my shirt on my stomach there were more, each deeper and redder than the next. In her hand was a huge blade, old and rusted but still razor-sharp and not aimed at me, but at her. Before I could think, she thrust the serrated metal teeth into her fair skin which sent me reeling in pain. She didn't cry, didn't scream, but just grinning unnervingly as if it was as ordinary as breathing. I felt my heart twist as I realized that for her it almost was. Even though the person in front of me was the same one I knew and loved, something inside me knew this was a stranger.

"Stop it!"

As if to say tht my complaint had beeen heard,a sudden stinging rain poured from the sky with a brutal wind accompaning it making it almost impossible to be heard. Of course, she would have ignored me anyway so I am unsure why it mattered.

"Why are you doing this!" I shrieked, which just caused her to gaze vacantly at me and when she answered her reply sounding foreign and computerized.

"It's okay, Eli. I like it. "

I like it...

I like it….

Her words were racing through my head over and over, banging mercilessly against the shell of my mind in a headache ten times worse than anything I had ever experienced. I wanted to scream in frustration, but fear overtook everything else when she picked up the knife again, bringing it millimeters from her throat.

"Stop!" I shouted, leaping forward.

I seemed to miss the ground, or perhaps the ground missed me. I didn't have much time to think contemplate that as I was plummeting through nothingness. I writhed through the air, shreiking in fear.

I am falling, falling, falling, falling….

"Julia! Help me!"

Falling, falling, falling….

She looked down at me, still grinning.

"Bye-bye, Eli."

Falling, falling…

I looked down to see the ground inches from my face, and I gave one final, frantic attempt to beg for help.

"Julia!"

I opened my eyes, still seeing black.

Was I dead?

After half a second it occurred to me that I was breathing and evry bone in my body wasn't shattered, so I figured that was a good sign. I tred rolling over which I did sorta successfully since I collided into my bed, and realized I was in my room and it was probably just a dream.

The idea didn't surprise me, but it was so vivid and I felt as spooked as if it had really happened. My breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as if I haven't breathed in months and my heart was pounding like a drum, my hands clammy with sweat. I must have been rolling so much in my sleep that I fell off the bed, and judging from the bump and throbbing headache, I had landed on my head. I could hear the steady drumming of rain on the roof which didn't bother me in the least, but I admit I was a little-err- surprised when white lightning lit up the room followed by a crash of thunder so loud it shook the very floorboards. I could all too easily imagine Julia teasing me along with her signature laugh and eye roll:

" Eli, you're such a baby! Even Morton isn't that scared of a little rain."

I gave a half-smile thinking of old Morty, the world's only hospitable guard dog. I sat up and looked my alarm clock, winching at how late – scratch that, how early- it was.

2:17 am.

I sighed heavily, scratching my disheveled black hair and surveying the blankets that had joined the fun on the floor of my room. I had nowhere in particular to be at two in the morning on a Wednesday night, so I figured getting up was the first step. I stood up with a groan and turned on the light, squinting my eyes a little at the bright light filled the room. I threw the covers back on my bed and lay down even though I knew impossible to fall asleep now. That part was right, because instead of doing what everybody else was doing and going to sleep, I found myself reflecting on my fight with Julia. I winched a little as I recalled the detached look on her face that reminded me so much of the look she got when I spilled about her problem with self-injury to her parents. It was the face that promised me it would be a long time -perhaps never- until I regained her trust. And gaining the trust of Julia is like mining for gold- you have to go through many tons of rock to get an ounce of what you are looking for, but if you find it you'll be rich.

I unconsciously wondered if she had gotten home before the rain had started, feeling a little guilty for making her ride home in the dark. I don't understand it, we just got in a fight; shouldn't I be mad at her? I am angry- but I feel a little remorseful too like I just got back right where I started. Julia is unlike anyone I have ever met, and I know she's not as tough as she looks. She's like an ocean- on the surface she looks troubled, at war with herself like the waves that beat the surface of the water. Looking at just the top is pretty enough (who isn't captivated by a sunset on the beach?) but the real beauty lies underneath, peaceful and full of life. The rainbow of coral and fish and other sea creatures, all the little crevices and undersea cliffs- more treacherous, in a way, but more rewarding as well. When you think about it, anyone worth knowing is like that. Some people in particular let very few underneath; some of their waves are so rough nobody dares to try. Some people are easy to figure out- so shallow you hardly have to dive while others are so deep your brain screams for air, but your heart wants to get to the bottom. I am pretty sure I just got pushed strait up into the surface of Julia's ocean, and it is a long, long, way down.