A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated this in like…forever! Once again—and I hate that I have to say this, again—I hope you guys didn't loose interest. I'm such a horrible person.

I'm so very sorry once again. So, uh, here goes nothing.

Summary: I isolated myself from everyone. I made sure everyone knew I was the death obsessed Elijah Goldsworthy. Noone could save me. NOONE! But what happens when an inocent saint enters Crodane? Can she save him? Or even have a darker past.

Chapter 6

I awoke to a low humming noise presented from one of the nurses. Just about now I realized this wasn't just a psyche ward. It was also a hospital. I shifted on my bed a little only to feel a sharp pain in my rib cage. Possibly from falling?

"Good morning Miss Edwards." A woman—probably a doctor—greeted. She had her clipboard in hand and was checking my wrist. Which had four stitches plastered in them. I didn't think it would get this bad. But, as you can see, it has.

"What—What time is it?" The woman turned her head to the clock and gasped.

"Two PM. I'm missing Ellen!" She ran out of the room, practically knocking down A lean boy walking in. Then I realized, it was Eli.

A smile appeared on my face as it always did, until I remembered what he said to me. The day I confessed my scars.

"Hey!" He ran in, sincere written all over his face. "..What happened?" Hesitation. Yep, that was the first thing to describe what I felt. Even though Eli had this strange hate toward me…I still felt this connection. A crush perhaps?

"Clare, answer me. What happened?" Nothing. Eli studied me and suddenly his eyes dropped to my arm. I wanted to pull away. Show no mercy. But that would just be showing him that I was hiding something.

His right arm extended and lifted up my arm. You could feel regret and fretting in his touch. Like he didn't want anything to be there. He was wrong.

Eli twisted my arm over and his emeralds went wide. My face was flushing.

"Clare!"

"I couldn't help myself. I was in a bad place." Eli let my arm drop and he turned away from me. Almost like he was disgusted by my bad decision. I sat up in the hospital bed and touched his shoulder gently. Only to find him shaking me off.

"Eli, why are you acting like this?"

"Why are you doing this?" Eli stood. I wanted to say sorry. Something. No words could process at all.

…Except for the wrong ones…

"Why do you even care? Ever since I've got here you've been nothing but an ass to me! And when ever I try being friendly, that girl Brook is always watching over me. Like a hawk!"

"You don't get it.." Eli began. He sat down beside me and pushed a strand of my hair out of my face. His touch was so cold. "…Brook is just hard to understand. I think she has a crush on me." Motionless.

Eli caressed my cheek as he bent down to whisper in my ear,

"..But she definitely is oblivious to the fact that I like you. More than anything." And with that, the thing I've been so desperately wanting him to do since our first encounter, was to kiss me. In which he did.

The kiss was sweet and chaste at first. Until we got more into it. My fingers intertwined with his black, shiny locks. The ones I loved so much. Eli layed me on my back, his arms never letting go.

Our tongues locked together and caused a strange moaning sound to form in the back of my throat. The feeling was exhilarating.

Eli's hands began to stroke down to my hospital dress –Hint, Hint. I had nothing on underneath. – As he tried getting it undone a gasp, perhaps from a girl,- formed.

Me and Eli both sat up to find Brook, in the door way, teary-eyed.

"Eli?"

"Brook! No it's not…It's not what it looks like—"

"Save it. You and Clare are so fucking perfect for one another! Enjoy her! I'm not going to this stupid dance with you!" The blonde haired girl through a beautiful ticket on the ground and ran off. Eli looked shocked.

"Eli—"

"Don't-" His voice broke. He kneeled down and picked up the ticket. His hands shaking with it in his palm. "—I'm gonna go. Let's just pretend this never happened, okay. I need to clean up this mess."

"What mess? You two were never together!" Eli froze in his tracks and turned around to face me. A frown growing on his face. "..I know. But she's the only thing close to me as family. I have to go."

And there I sat, miserably confused in a hospital bed who was bothered in dirty and sad ways.

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"Brook!" I yelled. I ran down the halls and searched every aching corner. Where the hell was she.

My lips still were vibrating from Clare's. I knew after all of the things between me and Brook get cleared up, that Clare will never forgive me for abandoning her in a hospital bed. But she'd never get the situation I was in anyways.

Brook was a risk for me to bring her into my life. I didn't have anyone. And truthfully, I wanted so badly to keep it that way. But Brook showed me newer ways to forget the past that you've shared and go on with the new. She was the other half of me.

Clare, on the other hand was different. She was this new responsibility known as love and caring. She was a handful, but my handful. And I just messed all of that up because I cared to much about Brook.

I heard the security sirens of Crodane going off and I knew that was my cue to find Brook probably outside 'trying' to commit suicide. My combats ran outside, finding everyone surrounding a spot by the front entrance doors.

I pushed through people to find the other half of me on the ground. Surrounded by a puddle of her own blood.

Things just had to get worse…..

(End of chapter 6)

A/N: Sorry that was short, but I just wanted to post something for those who have been waiting. Oh, and before you get any conclusions…..Who says it was suicide?

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