Ellie sat in her living room looking at her a knife that was in front of her. She grabbed the elastic that was in her wrist and began snapping it against her wrist, causing red mart on it.

Things didn't seem to be any better with Sean gone, she had just found out about Gavin's death, and even though they were never friends, it was hard to see another one die. All this death was really getting to her. She felt like she had no one to turn to.

Oh, she craved the feeling of the knife going across her skin. A few hours of forgetting about the horrible life, she had now. She had no mother really, her father was gone with no sign of coming back anytime soon and Sean was with his family.

Ashley slammed her door shut to her bedroom with great force. She had a crazy look in her eyes. She saw something that reminded her of Craig, and freaked out, grabbing it.

She picked up her lighter, and lit it on fire, throwing it in the trash. As she watched it burn, "Craig I'm going to make you pay for breaking my heart again. You'll think twice about doing it again once I'm through."

You could see the fire blaze through her eyes, and you could see the change in her eyes. They were almost devil-like.

"Emma, I hope you're ready for a fight, because you're going to need all the help you can get," she laughed.

Sean sat on the stairs in front of his parent's trailer, worried. He got a distinct feeling that something wasn't right, but he didn't know what.

His mother saw this from inside, and could see that Sean look more upset then he did when he arrived. She decided to see what was up with him maybe she could help.

She sat right beside him, "Sean, what's got you so upset?"

"I feel something's not right back in Degrassi, but I don't know with whom," staring off into nowhere.

"What do mean?"

"Well I know a couple of people who could be in trouble. Like Craig who last time I heard was still in a coma, Emma, or Ellie."

"What about Ellie would worry you?" looking with great interest.

"She has a problem with cutting."

"What?" surprised by his answer.

"You see she has a problem with her mother being a drunk. She always had to take care of her, and with her dad in the army. She thought it was her only way to easy the pain. However, since her and I have been dating I've got her to stop. But now that I'm not there to support her, and with all that's happened in Degrassi, I'm worried what she will do without me there to help her." A tear fell from his face.

Putting her arm around him, "Things will be okay, but if you're so worried why don't you call, and see how things are going."

Getting up, and looking down at his mother, "I think I will."

Emma and Craig arrived back to the hospital in cab. Craig helped Emma out, and then handed her, her crutches. As soon as they walked through emergency doors, Craig went and got a wheelchair.

"Here we go my lady," he smiled as he wheeled the chair up to her.

Looking at him, giving him the puppy eyes, "Do I have to?"

Staring at her without blinking, being firm, "Yes!!!"

"Fine, but know that I'm not doing this willingly. I think I'm very capable of walking myself," she said, being a little cocky.

"My lady, you have a huge cut in the back of your head that hasn't stopped bleeding. I wouldn't want you to end up passing out."

Putting her hand on her chest, "Oh my hero!"

"Stop mocking me," he laughed. He grabbed his shoulder; laughing had caused a little pain.

Seeing this, "Now you look like you should be the one sitting in this chair, and resting."

"Emma…Craig," they heard hollering from behind them.

Craig turns around to see Joey, a little hesitant to answer, "Yeah."

Running up to them, "Where have you both been? We've been looking all over for you two."

"I went to find Emma," Craig responded.

Walking over to him, "You really shouldn't have in your condition."

"Joey, let's not argue about this. I really need to get Emma's head checked out."

His eyes widened, "What do you mean by that?"

Pointing, "If you can see, Emma's head is bleeding."

Joey grabbed Emma's wheelchair, and began to wheel her out to check her in again. Craig followed behind him. He knew that Joey would end up keeping a close eye on them, which left no time to talk to Emma alone.

Kendra sat there staring at her ceiling, with her fingers on her lips. She could still feel the imprint on her lips, as they tingled. What had he meant by the kiss? Did he want something to come out of it or was it just to cheer her up?

He had left right after the kiss without saying a word.

She decided to get up and call Liberty, and get advice. Maybe she would know what to do about it. "Should I feel this happy after losing Gavin?"

She picked up the phone, and dialed Liberty's number, "Hi, is Liberty there?"

"Speaking."

"Hi, this is Kendra."

"Oh Kendra, How are you doing?" with sympathy.

"A little tired of hearing that."

"Okay, so what can I do for you?"

"I need a little advice."

"What about? School?"

"No nothing like that, about boys."

"I'm not sure that I really qualify to answer anything in this subject since I haven't had any luck on my own."

"I don't care about that."

"Alright, question away."

"See earlier Toby came over to see how I was. We were talking, and then out of nowhere he kissed me, but the thing is he left right after it. So I don't know what it means, and I don't want to make a fool out of myself it didn't mean anything."

"Well how do you feel about it?"

"I really liked the kiss, I can still feel it. I think I really like Toby," she smiled.

"Then I think that you should go and tell him how you feel. I mean it can't hurt. If you don't do anything about it then you'll always think what may have come out of it."

"I guess you're right." Sighing, "Do you think it's wrong that I'm thinking about going after Toby so close after my brother's death?"

"Kendra people deal with death in different days, sometimes in the comfort of others."

"Thanks, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

Ellie grabbed the knife in front of her and put it on her wrist. The metal felt nice and cool against her arm. With the tip of it, she slid it across her wrist in a diagonal line.

The phone rang scaring her half to death, causing her to drop the knife. She quickly picked up the phone, with a shaky voice, "He…hello."

"Ellie, are you okay?" Sean asked.

Ellie's heart dropped at the sound of his voice. She didn't even answer his question. She just sat silent, watching the blood drip from her arm. She was scared.

"Come on, El, talk to me." He had a real bad feeling in his gut that she did something stupid.

"I can't tell you, you'll hate me," she cried. Cutting her arm, this time didn't seem to help as it had in the past. She felt more pain then she had ever experience.

"Did you start cutting?" he sad with anxiety.

"Yes, I just couldn't take it anymore. Sean, they found Gavin's body yesterday at the river. He killed himself," she cried holding on to her knees, getting blood all over them.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm coming home right away."

"But Sean what about what you need? I mean you have inner wounds you need to deal with."

"Ellie, I'm feeling a little better about what has happened with the shooting and my parents. I can't leave you alone when you seem to have no one now. I love you too much to have you hurt anymore."

"I love you too Sean."

Ashley sat in her room, planning what she was going to do the happy couple. The moment Emma gets out of the hospital she won't know what hit her.