Clare walked into school, everyone was staring at her. She was dressed differently, she looked more like her sister use to instead of her normal attire, not the mention the hardness in her face. No Clare Edward, the once sweet, kind, and loving girl was gone. She had left them, and there was no signs of her coming back.

Eli watched Clare, as she walked over to Bianca. Watched as Owen put his arm around Clare. When had she got chummy with that crew?

It had been 2 weeks since the funeral, and since then Eli hadn't talk to her. She had blown him off many times, and hadn't returned any of his calls. He had put helping her above everything, even his sister. Declan was right, this wasn't healthy obsessing over her, when she sure didn't care. No he had a sister at home the deserved his attention, a sister that hadn't left the house in weeks, devastated by the loss of the beloved KC.

Alli looked behind her, Clare was skipping class again. Clare was changing before their eyes, and yet there wasn't anything they could do about it. She had abandon them, she didn't want anything to do with her old friends, she had begun to hang out with the slum of Degrassi, and that worried her.

She wanted to hate KC for leaving her like this, but she knew that wasn't his fault. Coach Carson had hurt him, and nobody knew how long that it had been occurring for; he probably felt like that was the only way out, the only way to get rid of the images. She couldn't even to begin to imagine what he was thinking that last night, how he felt.

She just wanted Clare back, she wanted to be able to help her get through this, past the hurt, devastation. But she didn't know how to. How do you get past something like this, past your boyfriend committing suicide.

Clare walked into the Dot After Dark, on Owen's arm. They had come to party. Had this been the old days she wouldn't even imagine partying, let alone on a school night.

Her cell vibrated, she looked at it, it was her mom; it was the third time she had called. It was past curfew, but she didn't care anymore. She stuffed it back into her purse. What was there left in her life, now that he was gone. She carried a huge burden, feeling like it was her fault for all of this, that this could have been prevented if only she had been home, or if she hadn't left her cell in her locker that day. She just wanted to forget everything, and she would do anything just to numb the feeling, if only for a little while.

Owen and Clare sat a spot with Bianca, and her friend. Bianca's friend spoke up, " Aren't you that girl, who's boyfriend commit suicide in the school."

Bianca's eyes popped, and she nudged her elbow into her. She couldn't believe her friend just mentioned that.

"Yes," she said, in a cold tone. Was that how they were going to associate her as from now on.

"And to think what that horrible teacher did to him, I'm surprise he didn't kill him instead."

Clare was growing quite uncomfortable, Owen noticed it, "Why don't we get you something," grabbing her hand.

They walked off towards the bathroom, he stopped right outside. Took something from his pants pocket. "Here take this, it will help take those worries away. Everybody needs to get away from it all once in a while."

Clare took the packet, and debated for a few minutes whether she wanted to take it. But she knew she wanted to forget it all, make it all go away. She walked into the bathroom.

The girls were all dancing, when Clare began to feel like the room was spinning. Something wasn't right. She fell to the ground.

Owen jumped up from his seat and was right by her side. His heart was pumping, he knew this couldn't be good. "Clare, wake up. Someone call 911!"

Elli and Alli walked into the room, their heart went out to Clare. She had been stuck into suicide watch, just like her sister had a few years before. Her mom had called them in hopes to get to her daughter. She wasn't sure what to do anymore, how to get through to her.

"Hey," Elli said, as he sat beside her. Clare just sat their silently.

"Clare please talk to us. We want to help you," Alli said.

"You can't help me," she yelled. "Your boyfriend didn't kill yourself, he didn't call you, or come to your house in need of help. I let him down, I wasn't there when he needed me the most."

"You didn't do this. Coach Carson did, he was the monster that hurt him."

"What am I suppose to tell this baby when it grows up and asks about its dad," she cried.

The two were taken back, they didn't know she was pregnant. "You will tell them, that their dad loved them very much, but he was just hurting very badly. When they're old enough to understand, then you can tell them the whole story."

"We're here for you Clare, no matter what. We will help you get through this," Alli said, as she took her hand.