Disclaimer: Do I need to remind you again that I don't own Degrassi?

Chapter Two:

I only cut myself once after Sean left, the night he had gone. Like I had done so many times before, I pulled out my CD case, turned it to the fourth page and took out that stupid compass. Who knew math tools could be so handy?

At first I just stared at it. It had been almost eight months since that last time I had cut, I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to return to that place again. That hurt, broken place where the only way I could escape was the scratch up my arm. During that time, that dumb compass became two things, my worst nightmare, and my best friend. I depended on it, I was addicted to it. And I hated. People thought that I like to cut myself, but let me tell you, it sucked. Badly.

I ran my finger down the smooth, cold metal and sighed. Well if you really gotta do this El, I thought to myself. So I closed my eyes and put one quick gash in my arm.

But unlike the many times before, the times where I felt relieved after I did this, I only felt worse. It didn't help at all. No adrenaline rush, no overwhelming comfort, nothing. Because it was then that I realized that all the self-inflicted pain in the world could never hurt as bad as the breaking of my heart.

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