A/N: Okay, there was this one review that made me know exactly where this story should. You'll understand who it is once the part that they reviewed comes up. Ummm...there will be an M rated chapter later on this story. But the whole entire thing is rated T. You'll understand that once I come to it. What else did I want to say...Oh if your familliar with my stories you'll be already for my plot twists. Because I have lots of thoughs. Like tons. Okay...I sound like I' blabbering now but there is one more thing I want you all to be aware of. *Clears

throat* If you all are right now reading "You Found Me" thank you all so much! But if your not, I strongly recomend you reading it. Because...well because.

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Song recomended for this chapter: Nobody's Home Avril Lavigne

Chapter 5

"Please stop! PLEASE!" I shrieked. He had me cornered. I had nowhere else to go. My own life was flashing before my eyes...And I had no strength to stop it. He did.

"Clare-bear, stop moving. You're gonna wake the neighbors, honey. And I want to get this done before you're mommy gets home from her late shift at work." Jeff came closer to me an I huvered. This was the time when I wished Darc hadn't been over any of her friends houses tonight. Because here I was alone, in my bedroom, with this psychopath.

Jeff inched closer to me and I fretted. What was he gonna do tonight? rape me? Or cut me, marking that I was his and only his.

"Come here, Clare." He pulled my arm up and through me against my lavender wall. My head banging off of the hollowness of it. When Jeff came over to throw me again I picked up the closest thing near me. It was one of my flats. And I through it straight at him, sending him tumbling onto my bed and giving me a chance to escape. I was nearly out the door when I felt his cold hands wrap around my throat. And the last thing I remember was him snickering the most dangerous words that would forever frighten me.

"I love you Clare. And always will."

I woke up in my bed, my breathing was hitched at the nightmare. Even though I was here I just could never escape. He'd always be there in my dreams. Strangling me or violating my body. I turned my gaze toward the clock and it read 2:12. My right hand shot up to feel my forehead-and it was sweating like crazy-. I needed water. something. I got up out of the dorm's bed and walked over toward the bathroom. I got a plastic disposable cup from the sink and filled it up with water. Then, in no time, chugged it down.

Ever since he visited me the other day I've been on look out for more of his returnings. I didn't want him to come back here with my family. My family. I threw the cup away and returned into my room. I immeadiantly turned on the lamp that was just beside my bed and breathed.

This whole issue seems unrealistic. I know. But when ever my mom first brought him home (When they were just dating) I thought he was the best thing that happened to our family after the divorce. But weeks went by and he grew meaner towards me. He made me feel like it's all my fault that my mom and him casually fought. But how in the world could I have caused that? It was his fault. He could never hold a job. When ever he'd go out at night he'd come home drunk and would instantly go to my room. And then...the issues started.

My head fell back onto my fluffy pillow and I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. But I just couldn't. I was so afraid that he'd come back into my dreams.

And the worst part of all of this was I could never tell Eli. Jeff threatened me if I did...

...He said he'd find me...

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"ELI!" Brook called me, running her black converse down the hallway. I turned to look at her and found that she was holding two tickets in her hands for the upcoming dance. Than it was clear to me that I was really going through with this, wasn't I? As she came more near me, she hugged me. Her black sweat jaket wrapped around me. Someone was in a good mood.

"Look what I have!" She flipped the tickets around and were now facing me. They were decorated with a midnight blue color and there were to silver stars on the top overlapping eachother. The ends of my mouth curled up and I looked directly at Brook. She was biting her bottom lip, perventing her from grinning.

"I see you have my ticket I said." Brook nodded and handed me the second one. "It's really happening, Eli. I'm really going to a dance!" She spun around and laughed. (Now you know what I mean by she has awkward emotion mixes. And...They're pretty big. But, strangley, I wasn't worried about the dance at this point. I wanted to talk to Clare. I know that I shouldn't be talking to her because my problem would devastate her...But there was this strange connection the two of us had. Like...Our stories were meant to be combinded...But...then again...this isn't the adjustmant bueruo.

Brook noticed I wasn't paying the slitest bit of attention towards her, so she wacked me on the arm with her ticket. My attention was seized and I looked straight at her.

"What's up with you?" She asked as her eyes narrowed down at me. I shrugged. "Just...uh...waiting for Clare." Brook's expression fell and she got very mad. Like she usually did.

"Of course you are. I'll leave you alone to do what ever it is you guys do."

"Brook-"

"Bye."

She pundered off in the opposite direction and like she ususally did, left me feeling guilty. I waited by the room that Clare and I usually talk in. Where the hell is she? I leaned my back against the cold wall, staring down at my shoes. So...I've been thinking a lot about Clare. Good things I may add. There's this connection we have and sure I can be a real ass about it...But, there's this connection that she probably doesn't feel. And...No Eli! You are not gonna let her in. Do you want her to end up like-

"Eli?" A soft toned voice whispered. I got up from my leaning position on the wall and looked around. Clare? Sobbing came from inside of the room and I knew it was Clare. I placed my left hand on the knob and got ready to open it up when the door swung open.

There standing right infront of me was Clare. Her face flushed from crying-I asume- and her right hand clutching her wrist. What the fuck was going on? I held onto her shoulders pushing her back gently, trying to ease the pain that was coming from her. Closing the door behind me, I pushed her lightly to sit down.

"Clare, what's wrong?-"

She broke down, tears falling from her eyes. I've never seen someone in so much pain...Besides her.

"I know you really don't care...But I really need to get this out..." She began, sniffles sounding from her. I wanted to do something to make her feel better. But...what was there to do? So, I just patted her back. Whispering soothing words in her ear. But, the patting on her back turned on me when she came up and hugged me. It took me moments to finnaly put my arms around her. But atleast I didn't push her off me.

"There's...something bothering me Eli. And I can't eat...sleep...think...I'm petrified." She cried into my chest. The feeling of her warmth on me made me want to touch her. Want to...Kiss her. "I need to get release...So I have to cut...And...I don't want too...But I do." My eyes went wide from her confession. No, No...she is torn after all.

I pulled her back and looked at her intensely, pulling her arm up to see the fresh cut on her skin. My sweet innocent Clare was...In too deep.

"Don't...Just please promise me you won't do this again." Silence. "Please." She pulled her arm back and sat there akwardly. This was all happening way to fast. One second she's cheerful..The next she's a sinner. Vioalting her own body.

"Eli...I really wish I could tell you...But-" She stopped to take a deep breath, turning her eyes on me. "-I'm afraid...I'm afraid that if I do..."

"What? You'll get hurt?" Silence...again. I got up off the table and reached my hand out for hers. Once she took it I placed my right hand over the cut, whimpering escaped her mouth. "Promise me you won't do this again..." Nothing. "Promise me."

She nodded her head and said, "I promise."

Clare looked down at the floor as I kept staring. She's beautiful when she's pained.

I could tell she was stressed and needed to relax.

"Why don't you go back to you're dorm and rest. It's seems as if you need to just settle down a bit." Her blue orbs stared back up at me and nodded. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Before she left though, she turned back around and said,

"I'm sorry.." I smirked and mouthed an "it's okay" and wathched the door shut. Was it possible? Could I be falling for the unpredictable?

And I couldn't help her, I just watched her make the same mistakes. -Avril Lavigne

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I ran for my dorm. My wrist felt like it was on fire. The warmth of Eli's hand being placed over the cut was still on me. (Even though it wasn't) Once I got into my dorm I fell on my bed. Letting the unfinnished tears pour out. I wanted to tell Eli. But...Couldn't. When ever I was so close to letting it out...My throat closed up and I heard this voice in my head. It was him. It's like he didn't want me to be safe-Why would he though? He's been killing my sanity.- like I was just another girl. Not valuable.

The day that I was convicted in going to Crodane fleded back to me. My eyes stared up at the ceiling and I saw...That day.

"Clare! Stop...Stop it now!" My mother cried-literally-

I was standing by the front door. Clutching my left thigh. She didn't believe me like usual. She just didn't want to belive that her precious Jeff could do such a thing. But..It was possible Mom! She walked closer to me but I snapped. I started fretting, cursing even.

"Get the hell away from me! You let him in here mom! I'm not safe!"

"Clare! You need to get help!" My mother yelled, her voice breaking and a scarce look coming over her. Darcy was in a corner, crying. She got to her feet and yelled.

"JUST LISTEN FOR ONCE MOM!" She yelled.

Jeff came running down the stairs. Exchanging looks with me. I hated him. He is making me this lifeless soul just walking the earth. I wasn't the cheerful Clare anymore. I was dead...to myself.

"I called Crodane. They're sending over some of the helpers. They're gonna take her." Mom and Darcy looked at eachother. No words seizing to come out. They hated me..

She wants to go home...Broken inside...-Avril Lavigne.

I opened my eyes, tears coming out. I sat up and turned to look out my window. Nightfall had already hit. Still groggy from my nap, I gained energy to do the number one thing that would give me relief.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed. After moments of silence I turned to my lamp. I stared at it cautiously. And with the swing of my fist, I knocked over. Glass going everywhere.

This was what I am now. I was a monster. I had a little bit of sanity left. But it wasn't enough to go through another day. The wrist that had the cut on it was in my view. I clutched it again. I needed to. I just needed too!

I walked over to the shattered glass and picked up a piece. Closing my eyes tightly, I dug it into my skin. Deeper and deeper I went. I cried out..

The dorm's door opened and a nurse came in and saw. She ran to my side and pulled the glass out. Holding me and calling out,

"We need help! Help in room 301!"

My vision became blurry as I once saw the moonlight...then darkness.

(End of chapter 5)

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