A/N: Okay, so I have gotten rid of my terrible disease known as 'Writer's Block' . Here is the cure, Making A Twitter, lol . This should be a better chapter... I hope !
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Disclaimer: *Sigh* It pains me to write this... I don't own Degrassi ...
Clare's POV
Clare watched as Elizabeth was put into a casket. She had already watched them clean up her daughter, wiping up the blood that had poured from her forehead. The same spot on her forehead where Clare would kiss Elizabeth every morning before saying, "I love you. Be good at school". Tears freely ran down her face, splattering on the ground. Why did it have to be her? She thought. Clare slightly jumped as she heard a voice whisper in her ear.
"Clare, it will all be fine, trust me," Eli whispered, causing Clare's mood go from sad to angry.
She whirled around. "No, it's not, Eli! My only daughter has just d-died in a car accident! Don't you get that? I'll never be able to talk to her, look at her, or anything else anymore! She's gone because YOU kept her after class! YOU are the one to blame! Why can't you just leave me alone?" Clare's throat was sore from the yelling. She continued to glare at Eli.
His jade-green eyes were wide with shock as he realized what Clare had just said. He didn't want to believe it, but Eli knew it was true. He blinked his eyes several times in an attempt to rid them of the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. "I know I am... But, if that's how you feel then fine, you get your wish,I'll leave you alone. But," Eli pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, "take this." He handed the note to Clare and began to walk away.
She took the note, unfolded it and read it over. Some of the words had been smudged by tear drops. The letter was in her hand writing. It was also dated 6/29/2011. It was the note she hadn't writen the day she ran away! Clare instantly began to regret snapping at Eli like that. He was only trying to help, and she had rejected him. She felt guilty, cold, remorseful, sorry, and that was just the begining. Clare also felt bitter, sore, grief-stricken, dreadful, cursed, and execrated (:A/N: Look it up :). The last time she had felt like this was when Elizabeth was four, and Clare found out her parents had been murdered. They hadn't divorced. Her parents stayed together to help eachother look for Clare. The news had shocked Clare. Sure, she had gotten all the money her parents had saved, but Clare loved them both and cried for days over her loss. She did more than crying though. Clare had gotten into the habit of cutting herself to forget about the pain. That's when Fitz came along, claiming that he'd get her help. But, he didn't. All he did was add to her pain with beating her and Elizabeth.
*1 hour later*
Clare had gotten home about ten minutes ago. As soon as she did, she grabbed her old knife, and went into the bathroom. She ran the metal blade along her skin, loving the fimliar sting as blood began to drip out the long, deep wounds. Little did she know, Eli was in his own bathroom at his apartment doing the same thing.
A/N: AND FINISHED ! JK ! No... I think this will be about 16 chapters ? Maybe more ? And a sequal ? Or however you spell that . So, was this chapter better than the last ? REVIEW !
Is anybody gonna write me that story I asked for ?
