A/N: I only have about an hour and 10 minutes to write this chapter, because I'm in class. So, if its rushed, then I may rewrite it later tonight. Also, I'm not sure if these memories are actually correct, like word for word, but they're basically the same. They may be paraphrased a little.

I lay on my bed, thinking about the words Snake had said to me. There is always hope. Was he right? Was there still hope for me? Had there been hope for Rick?

"Rick, why did you come back here?" I asked him that day after I had kept Alex from releasing her anger about her mom on him.

"I like Degrassi. Well, I used to…now its hell." He looked like he was in pain. Emotional pain, the kind that doesn't heal very easily. "But I've changed. All those people in there that hate me…I want to show them that."

"They're not interested."

"They will be. One day."

One day. They were interested one day. The day that it became too late.

"Is this about Rick?" Sean asked, as he and Ellie came up behind Paige and me.

"It's a silent protest," I said. "We want to make his life hell."

"Emma is a genius; Raditch can't do anything about it." Paige said.

"Wow, such hero's," Ellie said sarcastically, walking between us.

She had been right. Did we actually think we were going to end violence against women? Was that even our goal? No. We had done it for the wrong reasons.

Mom and Snake had stopped asking me to come to dinner a long time ago, when they realized that nothing they could say or do could drag me from my dungeon-like room in the basement. Tonight, I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want to see Jay.

I found myself slowly climbing the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the door slowly. Mom and Snake were sitting at the table, their plates in front of them. Jack was in his height chair next to them. Mom had made veggie-pizza-the kind that you don't bake.

"Mind if I join you guys?" I asked them, lingering in the doorway.

They looked surprised. "Of course we don't mind," she said, standing up. "do you want something to drink? We picked up some green tea today."

"Green tea would be great," I told her, sitting down at my seat.

Mom placed a plate and the glad of green tea in front of me and I helped myself to a slice of the pizza.

"How are you holding up, Emma?" Mom asked me, sitting back down.

"I'm okay," I said, not sure if I was lying or not.

"We don't have to talk about it right now, if you don't want to," she told me.

"Thanks, I'd appreciate that."

"You have another counseling appointment tomorrow, remember?" she took a bite of her pizza. "I thought, that, if you'd like we could do some retail therapy after it."

"That sounds like it would be fun," I said. I felt awkward, like I was a stranger in my own house. And that's when I realized it. I'd been pushing everyone away. If I was uncomfortable in my house it was because I had made it that way.

That night, around 9:00, I changed into my pajamas and curled up in my bed. Within five minutes, I was fast asleep. And I stayed that way until my alarm clock went off the next morning.

A/N: Sorry if it was short, but I have to do make-up work now. Hope you liked the chapter. Has anybody figured out who's going to help Emma yet? I want to take a poll, so please answer in your review.