My memory of the night Julia died is iffy. Some parts I can remember with sharp clarity, but other parts are just a blur of images and sounds. There was always one part of that night though, that bothered me. It was an idea I had that I'd never told anyone about because the thought, quite frankly, terrified me. It was the intuitive feeling that Elizabeth had been there that night, that she had been the one to hit Julia. I had no facts to prove this, just this gut-wrenching sensation in my stomach that told me I was right.

At Julia's funeral I saw Elizabeth a couple pews in front of me. As the minister droned on with his bogus speech that didn't do justice to the wonder that had been Julia, I watched Elizabeth. The room was filled with people crying quietly, including Elizabeth. That is until she looked up and saw me staring at her. She gave me a huge smile and I saw her shoulders shake with laughter. Then, before I could do anything she pretended to be crying again. It was then I knew that Julia's murderer was in the same room as me. I left the funeral and drove home, my heart hammering in my chest.

I remember the second I got out of my car I vomited. My body was shaking and I had broken out in a cold sweat. Elizabeth had killed my girlfriend. I couldn't process it but I knew that I needed to get the hell out of town. I was scared shitless of who else Elizabeth would harm. In a week, my family had packed up and moved to Degrassi. I had thought I'd gotten rid of Elizabeth but clearly I was wrong.

Knowing what Elizabeth had done to Julia I realized I needed to come clean to Clare. Clare wasn't safe anymore, not when Elizabeth knew I was interested in her. I headed to Clare's house right after school.

My knuckles rapped sharply against Clare's front door and I prayed to God that she would be home. God answered, and Clare opened her door. She stared at me for a second and made to shut the door again but I quickly jammed my foot into the doorway before she could.

"Clare, I'm sorry," I began, "I want to tell you about what happened."

Clare looked at me and then opened the door and I quickly walked in.

"Is anyone else home?" I asked her nervously.

She gave me an odd look but she nodded and replied, "Yeah my dad's in his office. Why?"

I just shook my head and led Clare upstairs to her bedroom. I shut her door and leaned against it as Clare sat on her bed and pointedly stared at me, waiting for me to talk.

"Elizabeth...killed Julia," I whispered. I'd never said that out loud before and I felt a shiver go up my spine.

Clare looked at me, her eyebrows rising in disbelief. "Excuse me?" she spluttered.

I sat on the bed next to her and launched into my tale. How when I started dating Julia, Elizabeth would give me flirtatious looks, which turned into crude notes that morphed into sexual advances. I told Clare about how at first I had just thought Elizabeth was a bitchy friend of Julia's but I soon realized just how crazy for me Elizabeth was. I told Clare about the time Elizabeth had shoved me into a room at a party and tried to go down on me. Then, I told Clare about the night before Julia's death and what had happened at Elizabeth's house.

"I wouldn't have gone to Elizabeth's that night if I thought she was still crazy but for a couple of weeks she stopped trying to get with me. She was really polite to me and I thought maybe she had just given up and was done playing games but...I was so fucking wrong. When she told me she had a gift for Julia's birthday that she wanted me to see, I thought maybe she felt bad for trying to steal me away from Julia and wanted to get her a really big birthday present or something. So I went to her house. And...and her parents weren't home and there were candles and rose petals all over her bedroom and she was there, just wearing a bra and underwear. God, the sickest part of all was that she...she," I tried to finish my story but that night was so vivid in my mind that it made me sick.

Clare put her hand over mine and said, "You don't have to finish the rest Eli-" but I shook my head. I needed to tell my story, it needed to be said.

I took a big breath and continued, "She was standing there and she had carved my name into her stomach. I just remember how the L was dripping blood and I was so scared, even scared for her because I didn't know how sick she was until then. Before I could do anything though she walked up to me and kissed me and I just remember running out of that house as fast as I could. I guess she had a camera in her room that recorded us because the next night, the night Julia died, she sent a picture of the kiss to her."

Clare was gripping my hands in hers and I told her the rest of what exactly happened the night of Julia's death and what I had witnessed at Julia's funeral.

Tears streamed down my face as I recalled all the horror that I had happen to me and I looked up into Clare's face, which was also streaked with tears and whispered, "I'm so fucking afraid Clare. For you and me. I'm sorry."

Clare pulled me to her and hugged me and she whispered, "It's different this time Eli. She won't do anything. I won't let her hurt us."

Despite Clare's promise, I felt completely uneasy and knew that whatever horror Elizabeth had planned, hadn't even started yet.