Back to our lovely Paige's point-of-view. Thanks, ReRe, you always review! Woot woot!! Pellie slash, no complaints. I'm sorry that the Ellie chapter sucked, but I wanted to know how my Ella-Belle was feeling...because I'm a loser like that. Anyways, on with the chappy!

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I sigh. "Turn around," I demand, shoving My Chemical Romance into the CD player. "Turn the fucking car around!" I scream.

"Paige, no. Come on--" Craig pleads.

"Fuck no. Turn the bloody car around! I want to be back in Toronto. Please, Craig. Please..." I yell, starting to cry as my voice gets stuck in my throat.

"Paige? Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not fucking alright." I smile sadly. "Pull over," I whisper.

He obeys me.

I show him my arm, which is littered with long, deep gashes. "That's why I need to go home. I need some closure. I need to know that this is real," I say.

Craig nods. "I know what you're going through --" he tries to say.

"No, you don't. You don't know what's going on. My brother could die and the person I love is blocking me out of her life. I need to be there... I have to..."

"Her?" Craig asks.

"It's Elle," I say, nodding slowly.

"Cool..."

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Two hours later, Craig pulls into my driveway. "Sorry for...like...everything... The kisses, the song.. the french fries --" he mutters, but I squeeze him in a hug and walk off into my house.

Mom is sitting at the table when I walk in. "Mom?" I ask quietly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"

She looks up at me with sad eyes. "Someone was with him..." she starts quietly.

I immediately know what she's saying. "Marco?" I ask, almost silently.

"Yes. The doctors say that he'll..."

I start crying. "He'll what?"

"That his chance of getting better is very slim, but very possible," Mom sighs, then stands up and hugs me. Despite all of the beatings, I love my mother.

I cry into her shoulder, and when she let's me go I run to the bathroom and sift through the medicine cabinet, only after dialing Ellie's number.

"Hello?" she asks.

"It's Paige," I say, digging through the cabinet.

"Paige, are you okay? You sound upset...Maybe I should come over --"

"No need, I'm ending it here," I reply nonchalantly.

"Ending...your life?" Ellie whispers. I can picture her reaching for her razor and pulling down her sleeve as she speaks.

"Yeah..."

"I just want you to hear one thing before you do it."

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much, and if ripping my heart out would impress you, I'd do it."

"I love you, too..." I sit down on the floor and start crying. "I can't...I can't do it.. I love you I love you I love you..."

"Paige, meet me at the park." And with that she hangs up.

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Ellie embraces me when she sees me. "Ellie?" I ask.

"Hm?"

"Marco was with Dylan. Dylan was in a really bad accident this morning..." I stop, sit down, and grab Ellie's hand. "They say he'll probably get better..." My cell phone rings, interrupting me. "Hello? Oh -- hey, Mom. Yeah. No shit! Yeah, okay." I smile at Ellie. "Dylan's awake!" I cry, sighing with happiness.

Ellie smiles sadly. "What happened...between you and Craig?"

"A friendship," I answer happily.

"Paige, you're too much pep for me... I mean, we're total opposites..."

"Ellie...what are you saying?" I ask, getting worried for her. For us.

"I'm saying that I really can't do this.. but I love you so much. It's not your fault...It's really over this time. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

I start panicking. "No, Ellie, please. I love you, you love me! What's the fucking problem? Opposites attract, remember? We have something that I love -- that you love.. Please, please, please, please..." I start hyperventilating, and I shove my hands in my pocket.

Wait -- I feel something cold, and rectangular. I pull a razorblade out of my pocket, then pull down my sleeve and start going at it. Ellie is screaming at me the entire time, but I don't care. I take blood from my arm, and wipe it across her face, because she hurt me so much. I kept cutting and slicing and shredding and slaughtering my arm. It hurts so good.

"Paige!" Ellie screams, dialing 911 on her cell phone. "Paige," she whispers, kissing me.

"I'm sorry," I reply.

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An "I love you" passes my lips, and then everything goes black.

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This chapter sucks. But it's okay, because I'll make up for it. Please, suggestions and shit are appreciated. I want to make more Ellie poetry chapters, but I dunno. Feedback. I demand it.