"Going Under"
By: Sesen ObsidianMoon
Site: http://www.lizzieandgordo.cjb.net
Journal: http://www.blurty.com/users/me221
eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Or any of the characters mentioned. Nor do I own the song "Going Under". That belongs to Evanescence.
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SPINNER'S POV (Whole story)
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[A/N: I LOATHE POV changes, but I feel this one's necessary.] I went through another uneventful day at school. I of course only liked Media Immersion. We had a free period - the software Mr. Simpson ordered wasn't shipped yet - but we had to stay in our seats. Marco & I got a direct connection, and spent most of the period talking.
Spinner: hey
BaddaBoom: hi
Spinner: i saw you talking to ashley this morning. what'd she have 2 say?
BaddaBoom: Nothing too much. We were both early, so we just started talking.
Spinner: look man. i talked to ashley online this morning, and i realized that all that shit i said about you being gay was way outta line. sorry man.
I saw a small smile creep over Marco's face.
BaddaBoom: No hard feelings man.
Spinner: cool. so, wanna play some bball with me jimmy and craig after school?
BaddaBoom: What about Sean?
Spinner: .......
Spinner: what about him?
BaddaBoom: Doesn't he usually play with us? It's just odd for him to pass on playing.
Spinner: two words. emma nelson.
BaddaBoom: Figures. I wonder if since he's dating Mr. Simpson's step-daughter if he can swing for some A's on our parts...
Spinner: I wish.
BaddaBoom: Lol... shit, my connections dropping. I'll talk to you l8r.
BaddaBoom signed off 1:35:12 PM.
I got home from the store at around 5. Me and the guys only got to play one quick game before Craig had to be at work. Then Jimmy had to go home to help his dad make dinner for his parents anniversary. I thought this was weird. I mean, his rents are never home. Oh well. So Marco an I walked home together, after playing some quick one on one.
I took the cordless phone from the kitchen, ignoring Kendra's complaints. I feel bad about being so rude to her, but I really hoped Marco would call. I think he really is gay... so, why aren't I more freaked out about it? I mean, possibly my best friend - besides Jimmy - is gay, and I don't care. Okay, so this morning I thought I was falling for Marco, but come on... this is Marco. I don't like him... right? I mean... oh shit. I don't even know.
The phone rang. I quickly picked it up, hoping the nervousness in my voice didn't show. "Hello?"
"Spinner? I-it's Marco."
I smiled. Sometimes, you have to thank man for not advancing really far in technology. "Hey, what's up?"
"I really need to talk to you."
His voice was shaking. I didn't know what was going on. What happened, who died? "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just really need to talk to you."
"Okay, What's up?"
"In person."
"Um, okay... I'll be right over. Bye." I imagined how confused I must have sounded, but I didn't care. I hung up the phone, and grabbed my coat. I called to Kendra that I was going out, and began the walk to Marco's house. But what I saw when I got there frightened me beyond words. Marco was sitting at the curb, with a duffel bag. His face was bruised, and he just looked... broken. He didn't look like the confident person I know. He looked lost, confused. Dazed. He was crying, tear dracks running down his face. Some dry, some fresh. "Marco..." I whispered, mostly to myself, and then ran over to him. "Marco... are you okay? What happened, what's going o-"
"Please, just... let me explain later. Please, just get me out of here." His chocolate eyes were wet and pleading.
I just nodded, without even thinking, and helped him stand. It looked at if his ankle was sprained... maybe even broken. He could barely stand. I took his bag with one arm, and put on of his arms around my shoulder. I walked him slowly but surley to my house, and knocked on the door. I was greeted by Kendra, who gasped.
"Oh my... God, what happened?!"
I pushed past her into the living room. "I don't know, but you need to get me the first aid kit." Kendra did as she was told, and I placed Marco on the couch. He went to lay down but I stopped him. He winced in pain. "Marco, listen to me. You're gonna have to site up, okay? I can't wrap your ankle if your laying down." I placed a pillow behind his head so he could be a little comfortable. I put his foot on the ottoman, and rolled his pant leg up. I quickly removed the sandal he was wearing, as Kendra returned with bags of ice, and the first aid kit. "Okay, put a bag of ice on his eye, and his lip." she did as she was told, and then stood there, anxious. I wrapped his ankle, hoping it was just a sprain, or he was going to be in even more pain. "Marco, come on... just help me a bit. What else hurts?"
"Sh-shoulder. I c-can't move it." He tried to, and took in a deep breath. Why did it hurt me so much to see him in this much pain?
"Marco... you're gonna have to help me here. You need to take your shirt off." I helped him remove his shirt, and seeing his physique bruised in several deep shades of purple, back, blue, and yellow... it made me want to kill whoever did this to him. I helped his arm into a cheap sling, and placed some ice beneath his shoulder blade. "Okay... here, just lay down, alright..." Marco slipped into unconciousness, and I looked up at Kendra. "Keep an eye on him. I'm gonna go call mom."
Kendra gave me a knowing look. "So much for Michaelchuk, eh Spin?"
I smiled at her. We always knew eachothers deepest secrets without even saying anything. "Just keep an eye on him." I walked into the kitchen, and picked up the phone. My mom wasn't answering her cell phone. I knew I couldn't call her at work. She'd already be on her way home. I sighed, and walked back into the living room. "Okay, I'm gonna stay out here tonight, you can go to bed."
"'Kay. Night, Spin."
"G'night, Kendra." I watched her go upstairs, and enter her room. I looked over at Marco one last time. Kendra had placedd a blanket over him. At least I didn't have to see those horrible bruises again. I turned to the chair, and settled in for the night.
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I woke up to a loud thud the next morning. I looked around the room. Marco was gone. I immediately started panicking. I jumped up, and began searching the house. The den, nope. My parents' office, nope. But in the kitchen I found "Marco!" He was sprawled out on the floor, knife in one hand.
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AH!!! I know it sucked, but I wanted Marco to try to kill himself.
By: Sesen ObsidianMoon
Site: http://www.lizzieandgordo.cjb.net
Journal: http://www.blurty.com/users/me221
eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Or any of the characters mentioned. Nor do I own the song "Going Under". That belongs to Evanescence.
==========================================
==========================================
SPINNER'S POV (Whole story)
=========
[A/N: I LOATHE POV changes, but I feel this one's necessary.] I went through another uneventful day at school. I of course only liked Media Immersion. We had a free period - the software Mr. Simpson ordered wasn't shipped yet - but we had to stay in our seats. Marco & I got a direct connection, and spent most of the period talking.
Spinner: hey
BaddaBoom: hi
Spinner: i saw you talking to ashley this morning. what'd she have 2 say?
BaddaBoom: Nothing too much. We were both early, so we just started talking.
Spinner: look man. i talked to ashley online this morning, and i realized that all that shit i said about you being gay was way outta line. sorry man.
I saw a small smile creep over Marco's face.
BaddaBoom: No hard feelings man.
Spinner: cool. so, wanna play some bball with me jimmy and craig after school?
BaddaBoom: What about Sean?
Spinner: .......
Spinner: what about him?
BaddaBoom: Doesn't he usually play with us? It's just odd for him to pass on playing.
Spinner: two words. emma nelson.
BaddaBoom: Figures. I wonder if since he's dating Mr. Simpson's step-daughter if he can swing for some A's on our parts...
Spinner: I wish.
BaddaBoom: Lol... shit, my connections dropping. I'll talk to you l8r.
BaddaBoom signed off 1:35:12 PM.
I got home from the store at around 5. Me and the guys only got to play one quick game before Craig had to be at work. Then Jimmy had to go home to help his dad make dinner for his parents anniversary. I thought this was weird. I mean, his rents are never home. Oh well. So Marco an I walked home together, after playing some quick one on one.
I took the cordless phone from the kitchen, ignoring Kendra's complaints. I feel bad about being so rude to her, but I really hoped Marco would call. I think he really is gay... so, why aren't I more freaked out about it? I mean, possibly my best friend - besides Jimmy - is gay, and I don't care. Okay, so this morning I thought I was falling for Marco, but come on... this is Marco. I don't like him... right? I mean... oh shit. I don't even know.
The phone rang. I quickly picked it up, hoping the nervousness in my voice didn't show. "Hello?"
"Spinner? I-it's Marco."
I smiled. Sometimes, you have to thank man for not advancing really far in technology. "Hey, what's up?"
"I really need to talk to you."
His voice was shaking. I didn't know what was going on. What happened, who died? "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just really need to talk to you."
"Okay, What's up?"
"In person."
"Um, okay... I'll be right over. Bye." I imagined how confused I must have sounded, but I didn't care. I hung up the phone, and grabbed my coat. I called to Kendra that I was going out, and began the walk to Marco's house. But what I saw when I got there frightened me beyond words. Marco was sitting at the curb, with a duffel bag. His face was bruised, and he just looked... broken. He didn't look like the confident person I know. He looked lost, confused. Dazed. He was crying, tear dracks running down his face. Some dry, some fresh. "Marco..." I whispered, mostly to myself, and then ran over to him. "Marco... are you okay? What happened, what's going o-"
"Please, just... let me explain later. Please, just get me out of here." His chocolate eyes were wet and pleading.
I just nodded, without even thinking, and helped him stand. It looked at if his ankle was sprained... maybe even broken. He could barely stand. I took his bag with one arm, and put on of his arms around my shoulder. I walked him slowly but surley to my house, and knocked on the door. I was greeted by Kendra, who gasped.
"Oh my... God, what happened?!"
I pushed past her into the living room. "I don't know, but you need to get me the first aid kit." Kendra did as she was told, and I placed Marco on the couch. He went to lay down but I stopped him. He winced in pain. "Marco, listen to me. You're gonna have to site up, okay? I can't wrap your ankle if your laying down." I placed a pillow behind his head so he could be a little comfortable. I put his foot on the ottoman, and rolled his pant leg up. I quickly removed the sandal he was wearing, as Kendra returned with bags of ice, and the first aid kit. "Okay, put a bag of ice on his eye, and his lip." she did as she was told, and then stood there, anxious. I wrapped his ankle, hoping it was just a sprain, or he was going to be in even more pain. "Marco, come on... just help me a bit. What else hurts?"
"Sh-shoulder. I c-can't move it." He tried to, and took in a deep breath. Why did it hurt me so much to see him in this much pain?
"Marco... you're gonna have to help me here. You need to take your shirt off." I helped him remove his shirt, and seeing his physique bruised in several deep shades of purple, back, blue, and yellow... it made me want to kill whoever did this to him. I helped his arm into a cheap sling, and placed some ice beneath his shoulder blade. "Okay... here, just lay down, alright..." Marco slipped into unconciousness, and I looked up at Kendra. "Keep an eye on him. I'm gonna go call mom."
Kendra gave me a knowing look. "So much for Michaelchuk, eh Spin?"
I smiled at her. We always knew eachothers deepest secrets without even saying anything. "Just keep an eye on him." I walked into the kitchen, and picked up the phone. My mom wasn't answering her cell phone. I knew I couldn't call her at work. She'd already be on her way home. I sighed, and walked back into the living room. "Okay, I'm gonna stay out here tonight, you can go to bed."
"'Kay. Night, Spin."
"G'night, Kendra." I watched her go upstairs, and enter her room. I looked over at Marco one last time. Kendra had placedd a blanket over him. At least I didn't have to see those horrible bruises again. I turned to the chair, and settled in for the night.
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I woke up to a loud thud the next morning. I looked around the room. Marco was gone. I immediately started panicking. I jumped up, and began searching the house. The den, nope. My parents' office, nope. But in the kitchen I found "Marco!" He was sprawled out on the floor, knife in one hand.
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AH!!! I know it sucked, but I wanted Marco to try to kill himself.