Blink 182 played on Ellie's radio as she flipped through last year's
yearbook. Terri had lent it to her after their conversation by the lockers.
There were pictures of the chess club, cheerleaders, soccer team and other
school clubs and teams. Then, the grade 7 pictures followed by the grade 8,
then Ellie's class. She scanned the pictures and soon found her homeroom.
Underneath her photo the quote was: Our hearts are with you, Ellie, stay
strong and get better soon.
Ellie threw the book across the room and felt tears fall down her cheeks. She grabbed her pillow and buried her head into it. Her mind faded to the day she left Degrassi.
Her footsteps sounded loud in her head as she blindly walked to the girl's washroom during class. She kept her hand on a few lumps in her bag. She looked up at the door, the room swirled around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery.
She pushed the door open and made sure the washroom was empty before leaning against the wall. She pulled out a half empty bottle of vodka she found in her mother's stash. She took a long sip and began crying. All the evil in her world rushed through her head...including the death of her father.
Ellie felt around in her bag and grabbed the black revolver gun in her hand. The gun had belonged to her father before he was shot in combat...
She held the gun in her hand for a few minutes. Her mind was trying to work it's way passed the influence of the alcohol and the determination. It was trying to talk some sense into her. Ellie didn't want to listen to her common sense she wanted to take action...now...
As she held the gun to her head she heard the washroom door open and footsteps coming in. Screams sounded throughout the washroom and before Ellie knew anything there was an explosion next to her ear.
Everything was black...dark...was she dead? No, Ellie woke up in a mental institute surrounded my smiling nurses and doctors. But where were the screams?
Ellie screamed loudly into her pillow and lifted up her head. She hated remembering that day. It was the first time in a while she had clearly remembered...well almost...what had happened. Finally she knew where the screams went. They went with her best friend Ashley Kerwin.
Ellie threw the book across the room and felt tears fall down her cheeks. She grabbed her pillow and buried her head into it. Her mind faded to the day she left Degrassi.
Her footsteps sounded loud in her head as she blindly walked to the girl's washroom during class. She kept her hand on a few lumps in her bag. She looked up at the door, the room swirled around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery.
She pushed the door open and made sure the washroom was empty before leaning against the wall. She pulled out a half empty bottle of vodka she found in her mother's stash. She took a long sip and began crying. All the evil in her world rushed through her head...including the death of her father.
Ellie felt around in her bag and grabbed the black revolver gun in her hand. The gun had belonged to her father before he was shot in combat...
She held the gun in her hand for a few minutes. Her mind was trying to work it's way passed the influence of the alcohol and the determination. It was trying to talk some sense into her. Ellie didn't want to listen to her common sense she wanted to take action...now...
As she held the gun to her head she heard the washroom door open and footsteps coming in. Screams sounded throughout the washroom and before Ellie knew anything there was an explosion next to her ear.
Everything was black...dark...was she dead? No, Ellie woke up in a mental institute surrounded my smiling nurses and doctors. But where were the screams?
Ellie screamed loudly into her pillow and lifted up her head. She hated remembering that day. It was the first time in a while she had clearly remembered...well almost...what had happened. Finally she knew where the screams went. They went with her best friend Ashley Kerwin.