Summary: This is mostly about Ellie and what she has to go through but I also give you a look into the lives of the other Degrassi students. Basically, its an intense fanfic about teen issues.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi: The Next Generation or its characters.
Rating: PG-13 for Mild Language, Some Sensual Content, and Brief Thematic Elements.
-Unexpected-
-Back at the Nash house-
I placed my hand on the cold hard banister that guided me to the bottom of the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I looked over in the living room and saw my mother sprawled out on the couch with her left arm hanging over the couch and the other tightly clenching a near empty bottle or the alcohol that has for now permanently placed her on that couch. I calmly and quietly walked over to her and took the bottle form her grasp she was holding on as if without is contents she would surely die. I walked into the kitchen and poured the remaining drops into the sink. After, I took that along with one other empty bottle that was on the counter top and put them deep into the trash can. I then took a damp wash cloth and brought it to living room placing it on my mother's fore head, but as soon as I had placed it on her she tore it off flinging it across the room. With no real intent for any sort of struggle I just took the cloth and placed it on the nearest counter top. I walked over to the couch again, stepped over the broken glass remains. As I leaned over to pick up the shattered glass drenched with the scent of alcohol the door bell rang. I then took my attention from cleaning the floor to the thought that I went over continuously in my head, Please don't be Sean, just please don't let it be Sean. I slowly turned the door knob and cracked the door open slightly only to see my best friend standing on the other side. I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh Marco, hi"
"Thanks, its good to see you too"
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that" I said trying to clarify for my seemingly confused friend.
"Thats okay, Actually can we talk for a minute?"
"Um well, hold on" I left the door cracked and took another glance at my dead-like mother's figure, I wanted to talk to Marco. I wanted to get away from it all, but the truth was no one knew my actual mother the unrelient drunk she was. I had no chose, but to turn him away. "No, this isn't really the best time"
"Oh, are you okay?" He asked with noticeable concern, everybody seems to be concerned. Well, if my friend had been acting like me I might be concerned as well.
"Yeah, I just-" My mother cried out in pain interrupting the excuse I was about to make up to get him to leave. Now, it was to late for excuses I had to just get him out of here before he asked me anything I wouldn't want to answer. "You have to leave"
He looked confused, but gave me the benefit of the doubt and didn't bother with a question. "Um, okay tomorrow then"
"Yeah tomorrow, bye Marco"
"By-" I shut the door before he had time enough to finish, but in all fairness he would have done the same if he was in my position, at least I think he would.
I moved back to the living room, picked up the glass pieces on the floor and brought them to the trash can letting the broken remain slide from my hands into the half full garbage. After, I had cleaned up downstairs I trudged back up the stairs and into my bedroom. I walked over to my dresser looking into my mirror seeing not Ellie Nash I had been weeks ago, but the Ellie I had grown to be since my father had left on his retreat and my once perfect-like family fell to ruins. I had not grown as in difference of person but I had become to be more grown up in the sense of the term. I dropped myself onto my bed, pulled my comforter to my chin, and did the only thing I felt I could do at that moment, let my tears stream down my face and drip onto my black pillow cases. After a few minutes of actually allowing myself to cry I fell into a deep sleep, feeling totally unattached to the world or any of my problems.
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