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"Adam, come with me. Now." I grabbed his hand, and pulled him from the bed. He looked at me like I had three heads. "Please, it's really important."

Adam nodded and followed me.

"Wait, guys!" Eli pleaded. I ignored his requests, and made no attempt to tell him my ridiculous mistake. There was no point in scaring him like that. Adam and I exited the room, closed the door, and I whispered to him our situation.

"Nice move, genius," Adam said. "but whatever, it's not a big deal. Let's just run outside really quick and find it. Trish is probably on her second or third motel by now." Adam grinned.

"Yeah!" I said, the corners of my mouth spiralling up, revealing my teeth. "Sorry, I guess I didn't really think."Adam and I walked toward the elevator and hit the down button, and my face turned a light shade of pink. I felt so stupid because I had freaked out without even leaving Eli an explanation. There wasn't even anything to freak out about. I shrugged and told myself that we could explain when we returned to Eli's hospital room. The elevator made a bing noise, and we left it, and walked to the main entrance. We exited that too, and walked into a world of darkness, except for a few street lamps. I squinted my eyes, looked forward, and saw the tree.

"I threw it somewhere near that tree." I stated. Adam nodded and we walked quickly towards the tree, the steps of our feet in complete unison. The breeze ran through the sunless skies, taking nips at my unclothed arms. The only protection I had an my arms was the short sleeved shirt that stopped just below my shoulders. I felt the goose bumps form on my skin, and I crossed my arms over my chest. Adam looked over at me and smiled. He pulled his grey sweatshirt over his head and handed it to me. I just looked at him.

"Because Eli isn't here to do it himself." I laughed, and took the sweatshirt from him. I pulled it over my head and let the warmth of it take over my body. I stopped walking.

"I think I dropped the journal somewhere near here." I said. Adam took out his phone and pressed a button so that the whole screen lit up. He moved pointed the light at the ground and started walking, looking for the journal. Then, instead of one bright light pointing on the ground, there were two. I looked behind me to where the other light was coming from and saw Trish smiling with a flashlight in her hand.

I screamed. I don't know why, but I did it. It's not like the flashlight was a gun or anything, but I honestly didn't care. That woman was downright malicious and she had harmed my boyfriend. I loathed her. I wanted her dead. However, being only in grade 10 and barely 5'2, that seemed close to impossible. So, I kept screaming. It was so blaring and ear-splitting, I heard dogs bark in the distance. It had seemed that that one day when Eli and I had skipped English class to work on our assignments had taught me something.

"Shut the fuck up!" Trish boomed. I did. She continued. "It seems you two have lost something."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said almost instantly.

"'Oh really?" Trish asked in a sarcastic tone. "Because.. I swore I could have heard you say that you dropped Eli's journal somewhere around here." She said the last three words like I had said them minutes prior, mocking me. I saw Adam's cell phone light flicker to different places behind me. I knew he was looking for the journal, but I don't think Trish noticed.

"Leave us alone." I said.

She laughed. "Or what?" Then, I saw Adam run east for about 20 seconds, bend over, and pick something up. Trish definitely noticed this.

I started walking quickly towards Adam the journal in his hand. Adam then shined his light on Trish, and I got a good look at her. She had changed out of her short blue skirt, and replaced it with tight skinny jeans. She wore a long, black coat with one of her hands in her coat pocket, and the other hand was holding the flashlight which beamed in my face.

"Listen Clare," She began calmly. I stopped walking "I like you. Besides you lying to me about where Adam was earlier, you seem kind of sweet for an ugly girl." The word 'ugly' stung like a thousand needles in my heart. Deep down I knew it was true, but the voice in my head told me she was only saying this to get on my nerves. She knew I had a low confidence from reading Eli's journal.

"Come on, Clare. Let's go." Adam said.

"No!" I roared. I took a step towards Trish.

"Trish," I started. "There are two kinds of bitch in the world. The first is where you see something wrong happening, and you let it keep happening. And the second is where you actually do it yourself. However, you are both kinds of bitches which is a whole new level of pathetic. Go fuck that drunken under-achiever. I hope you still get pleasure even though Eli's not going to be there to watch it, whore." I gave her one last glare are starting walking away but stopped when I saw her pull something silver and shiny from her coat pocket. Her eyes were formed into slits and filled with pure hatred. She started to walk toward me, and I saw what the silvery shiny thing really was: a knife.

My mouth formed an o, as if I was trying to say something but the words just wouldn't come out. My mind flashed back to the night when Fitz almost stabbed Eli, only this time I was in Eli's place. My legs couldn't move, my arms couldn't move. I felt completely frozen. Trish stepped closer and closer to me, smiled, and poked the knife against the sweatshirt Adam was letting me borrow.


sorry for yet another cliffy. i'm starting to think that i don't know how to end a chapter without one haha..i guess chapter 2 was kind of a cliffy..i don't know, its up to you. anyway, i want to thank all of my reviewers..one of them just sticks out in my brain..zeldaskeeper..she was my first reviewer for this story and is always so nice, haha. but i also want to thank ALL THE REST OF YOU TOO! p.s. the story is almost over.