A/N: I just wanted to say thank you sooooooooooo much for the reviews, this story actually seems interesting to some of you! Gasp? Can I actually write? Hmm….

On to the reviewers I suppose then:

Goth-girl2: Is the main character Ellie? Yes and no, you know I always have to have a twist. I hope you like this chapter.

mellowyellow36: I'm glad you like the story, here's the update

ilovedc: It is? –Blushes- Why thank you. I hope you enjoy this one as well

babytera: WHHHOOO! CAPS LOCK RULES! I think that means the story is good right? Thanks for the review and enjoy!

Cradlerobber Speedo-kun: Good observation, you're right. Ellie wouldn't say baby unless delusional or desperate. Thanks for the review, and you shall see what is really going on…

SkittlesStar25: Spinner? A SPACRO? No, that's with my other story, Sparkle, Shimmer, Shine. A tom slash story? Mmmm…he'll be floating around in here, very subtly though at the least. I just have to say that your name kicks ass by the way, I like it, it's so…shiny. Oh, off subject… a twist? I' see you've read one of my stories before then… here's the second part!

Thank you to all who reviewed so far, you now all officially KICK ASS in my book! Enjoy the next chapter…

And the truths too hash to comprehend

You just pretend there isn't a problem

No no, I ain't got a problem

It's you with the problem

-The Libertines

Chapter 2: Twinge

They cradle me away now, I'm on a stretcher, I think, as the college students gather out side and watch as I get shipped off and away into the ambulance. A little bit longer, 2 seconds, and I would've been gone. It's kind of like a root canal, you think it's scary as shit and then after you go through with it…it is. But you handle it. The blue lights look kind of like angelic stars as my vision slips again, filling with haze spots of all sorts of different colors. There's a driving rhythm in my mind, like a pounding guitar beat. Craig did tell me to stop drinking, but then again, he was rarely sober himself.

I'm not going to cry like I normally do after these attempts, my doctors says it's because I'm un stable. No, I don't have a problem, I'm in love. Love, love love. Never mind, why or how, or even due to the fact of sexuality, but the fact that I am in love is the worst of it all. As I feel the familiar tingle of a needle hitting my veins I loose the color in my eyes and think back to the first time I realized that I loved him.

"Today is a day of celebration" Marco said as he stood above the podium, his head held high and his eyes cold. "We are transcending onto a higher level of your educational process, we are growing, we are learning. Initially, when I came into this school I pretty much hated it, but it grew on me, people grew on me." He smiled softly," I love this school and after serving as president for 2 years, before for my junior and senior year I have to say that we deserve this, we deserve to be hailed for the achievements that we have all accomplished. We've done it, we've graduated. So Degrassi, toss your hats up high, we can finally get the hell out of here!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd as students threw their hats up into the air and confetti flew on top of them. Looking high, Marco tossed his up into the air, only to have it caught by Dylan." So, senior boy, where are you off to now? More dangerous adventures or are you taking a subtle scenic route?"

"I don't know…" Marco trailed off, watching couples jump into each other's arms and hug and kiss," I think I'll go to that new college that opened up, that all boys one, St. Peter Sinclair's School for the gifted and talented. They have the best classes for literature."

"Oh, well I was hoping that we'd be able to have some alone time" Dylan pouted.

"Oh, and that we will" Marco smirked. He trailed a finger over Dylan's tie. "Later, now, I have to go to my house and change into something more…loose. You will have the first dance with me won't you?"

"Of course" Dylan smiled. He kissed his hand happily," And I have a surprise for you…"

"A surprise? Wow, Dylan, you are going all out for me. What's the special occasion?" Marco asked suspiciously.

"Oh, you'll see" Dylan smirked as they walked over towards the parking lot and opened the door. Marco stepped in and Dylan pulled down the top, letting the wind tussle his perfect curls. They rode in a comphortable silence and 10 minutes Marco was in front of his house. He hopped out eagerly and turned around to see Dylan driving away." Dylan?" He called out, confused, "where are you going?"

"Pick you up in a half hour babe!" Dylan shouted as he drove off, smiling happily. Marco, confused and somewhat giddy, ran inside the house the change into the outfit that him and Dylan had picked out a few days ago and hopped around the room, looking for his socks. While he was on his search, Ellie called him on the phone. He placed her on speaker phone," Darling, where have you been? Why weren't you at the graduation?" Marco asked, searching through the drawers.

"Uh. I—I had something to take care of, it—it was important." She stammered out. "Things are just confusing, Marco"

"Of course they are sweetie, we're free though. I mean, aren't you happy to have no more Mr. Raddish or any other teachers bossing us around? Can't you wait to get into college? I know I can't." He paused, putting on deodorant and pulling on his socks. "It's amazing. I haven't been this happy in a long time…weird huh?"

"Ye—eah" Ellie's voice cracked.

Marco didn't notice. Instead he smiled," How about you, are you at least coming to the dance?"

"No…" Ellie whispered," I'm going to stay home. It's kind of killing me…"

Marco dropped his sock. "Killing you? What? Oh, Ellie, don't say kill, please…" He sat down on the bed, his breath becoming shorter.

"No, Marco. Calm down, I didn't mean killing…I mean...hurting. I meant to say hurting…breathe…" Ellie stammered out quickly. She closed her eyes, "Breathe…" She whispered.

Marco calmed down a little bit before biting his lips." Ellie, you know that I—"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry" Ellie flinched. Marco's mom died last year in a freak shoot out at a store. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it didn't make himself feel any better for it. He lived with his dad now, they moved into a smaller house and he was rarely happy. Moving out was probably the best thing that could happen to him besides Dylan.

"I want you to come to the dance, I need you to come. One final dance Ellie darling, one last dance?" Marco pleaded, buttoning his silk white shirt down to the bottom." We need an official send off, that final good-bye"

Ellie remained quiet," Marco…I just want to stay home"

His face fell," Well, okay then. I guess…" He trailed off a little bit. "When will I be able to see you then?"

"I don't know" Ellie whispered.

Marco frowned at her behavior." Ellie, what are you doing over there alone anyway?"

"N—nothing" She said quickly," Nothing Marco, nothing"

"Right…" Marco said," Promise me you won't do anything drastic at least, since I know you're lying"

Ellie looked down at the phone," I love you Marco…"

"As do I Ellie, as do I" Marco whispered as he heard a car outside honk its horn.

"Prince charming is there I guess" Ellie said, smiling despite herself.

"Yeah" Marco said. He pulled up his pants and zipped them," I'll call you then El"

"Okay Marco…"

"Okay…"

"Love you…" Ellie whispered.

"Bye" Marco said, hanging up, forgetting to add the love part.

Going into detail over this whole thing is becoming tiring, God, I wish that my mind didn't work in VCR mode right now, it's like that, incept worse. It's in DVD mode all most, instead of just pausing, playing and rewinding the pictures, they also come with special features, each one for my viewing pleasure. It's almost like the butterfly effect. I relive ever smell, breath, tear. Every touch and taste and kiss…and bite. It's as if I'm there all over again, spilling my heart out through some freaky time warp.

There are a lot of wires hooked up to me now, and I have this beautiful bracelet that is hanging on my bony wrist. It's so alluring…kind of, it's weird. Oh well, it's funny, how I remember more about Marco's parts in the story than mines, I guess I black out too much, I rarely have recollection of anything that I do anymore. My mom says that it was because I had a short attention span. And yet she was the one who got hit by a car…how odd.

My first boy friend, David, said that my problem was that "I never fucking focused" and that "How can you ever love someone if they don't love you back? Are you trying to become depressed, or is it just etched into your robotic like mainframe?" I guess he had a point, but after he died…

No…no…no…

I thought I got rid of that voice.

Trail me for murder…I'm guilty…please…

No, not really. I didn't kill him. After we got into an argument at his apartment he fell off the balcony. Slipped on the rain apparently.

No, it was me. Just Like Marco-

I really need to shut that voice up…I can't concentrate on thinking clearly, or at least semi-clearly with that damn voice…wait…

I reach over to the needle hanging next to my IV bag and pull it over onto the bed; I quickly jot it into my arm and listen closely…

No….NO...no…no…

It died down again. Finally. I think I kind of miss David. I finger the necklace around my neck; it's a small vial actually, no bigger than a quarter, filled with blood. Not my blood, hell, I lost too much of that already, but Marco's blood.

It's a long story how I got that. But I'm getting kind of tired again, this new drug that they're giving me…Lebethonal, is pretty powerful , the best pain killer I ever took. And I've taken a lot of those. The last thing I remember was someone coming into the room and sitting down in the seat besides me as I shut my eyes...

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