Eli POV

I anxiously paced back and forth in the living room, beside myself with worry. Jillian just took off and disappeared from school and I haven't seen her ever since. She wasn't even answering her cell phone. I picked up my phone and tried dialing her once more. "Come on, Jill, please pick up. Please pick up!"

Heyy!

"Jillian! I was so worried! Where are y-"

Um…..do I start recording my voicemail? Ok then…um hi people! This is Jillian. I can't get to the phone right now, so just leave a message after the big beepy sound. Ok bye…um….I don't know how to stop recording…..uh, if anyone is listening to this, can you tell me how to stop recording? Hello?

"Damnit!" I yelled, snapping my phone shut, "Where the hell is she?" Right on cue, familiar silver convertible swerved its way into the driveway and crashed into a stack of garbage cans. I watched out the window as Jillian stumbled out of the car with a bottle in her hand and made her way to the front door.

"Jillian!" I ran to her as she sauntered through the door, "There you are!" Jillian gulped down what was left in the bottle that she held. I grabbed her head and tilted her face up to look at me. I studied her eyes and then looked down at the empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, "Have you been drinking? AGAIN?"

"Whatzitooya?" She asked incomprehensibly. She shook herself out of my grip and began to walk away.

I ran up to her and got in front of her, "Hi, me again." Jillian rolled her eyes. "Jillian! Where were you?"

"Uh…." Jillian slurred, "I was…..I was….ya know….." She waved her hand in the air, as if she could point out a specific direction that she was in.

I crossed my arms, "No, Jillian! I don't know what that means! Use your words!"

"Ugh! I was at the church, mmm-kay?"

I raised an eyebrow at her, "You mean the old abandoned church?"

She looked at me stupidly, "No, the good church of the holy hoppers. We all do the worm out on the front lawn." I looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes, "Ugh, yes! I was at the old abandoned church!"

"What were you doing there?"

Jillian scoffed, "Justleavemealone." She was so drunk, that all of her words ran together.

"Where are you going?" I asked her, as she went into the dining room.

"I-I'm going-ta bed!" She dropped the bottle at her feet, and then climbed up onto the dining room table. She took the table cloth and wrapped it around herself, like a blanket.

"Jillian!" I ran into the dining room after her, "What are you doing?"

"Get outta my room!" She bellowed at me, shooing me away with her hand.

"You're in the dining room!" I yelled at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Jillian groaned, "How am I supposed to sleep with all your racket?"

"Jillian!" I rolled my eyes, "You can't sleep on the dining room table." Jillian didn't respond. "Jillian?" I went over to her and gave her a gentle shake, "J-Jill?" Too late. Jillian was already sound asleep. I sighed and placed my hand on my forehead. "Oh Jillian…" I scooped her up off the table and carried her upstairs. I brought her into her room and plopped her down on her bed, pulling the covers over her. I was getting really worried about her. I wondered why she had been acting like this lately, between the drinking and the acting out all the time. I was scared. I needed to figure out what was wrong before she did something really dangerous, like go into a bulimic relapse. When I first found out that Jillian was bulimic and that she couldn't control it, I was afraid that she was going to die, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Sometimes, I even blame myself for not recognizing the early signs. But then again, I barely remember how it started:

*Flashback*

"Mom," Jillian groaned from the back of Cece's car, "do we HAVE to go clothing shopping now?"

"School starts in three days," Cece explained, "and you and Eli need new clothes. Especially you, Jill."

Jillian crossed her arms, "Why me?"

"Well, lately I've been noticing that you've been…uh…falling out of your shirts." Cece subtly gestured towards her chest, "You need a little more support, baby."

"Oooh, Jillian needs some boobie covers!" I teased.

"Shut up, Eli!" Jillian said, embarrassed, tugging her blue t-shirt up. Her shirt had the cookie monster's face on it. It was funny because on Jillian, the eyes were stretched out and bulging.

I laughed, "You can fix your shirt all you want, but cookie monster's head still looks like it's ready to pop!"

Cece rolled her eyes, "Ok, Eli, stop teasing your sister."

I whispered, "This episode of Sesame Street was brought to you today by the number 32 and the letters double D." I began laughing, hysterically.

"Mom!" Jillian whined.

"Eli…" Cece warned. We got out of the car and walked inside the mall. We went to the girls' department and Cece started looking around for clothing.

"Hello, Ma'am." One of the young saleswomen smiled friendlily, "Are you finding everything ok? Do you need any help?"

"Oh hi," Cece smiled back at her, "I need some new clothes for my daughter. All of her old stuff doesn't fit anymore."

"Oh of course." The lady looked over at Jillian, "How old is she?"

"Thirteen."

"Wow," The saleswoman looked fascinated at Jillian. "Well, I think she might be ready for adult sizes."

Jillian looked slightly shocked and confused, "R-Really?"

"Come with me." The saleslady motioned us to follow her. She walked over to the clothing rack for adult sizes XS and picked up a few shirts, "Of course, Jillian would be a XXS or a XS size since she's so slim, but she needs shirts that have enough room in the chest area." She handed the shirts to Jillian, "Here, honey, try these on in the dressing room." I followed Jillian to the dressing rooms. She went into one of the booths and I waited outside.

"You know Eli," she said from behind the curtain, "I think the lady was wrong about me being an adult size. I think I'm still teeny enough for a girls' large…..right?"

"Well, Jillian," I shrugged, "mom says that all your shirts are too tight and you're falling out of them."

"But, Eli, there are a lot of girls my age who still wear girls' sizes…." Her tone of voice became concerned, "Am I….am I getting…FAT?"

"What?" I said, surprised, "No. Of course not!"

Jillian came out of the dressing room, wearing one of the new shirts, "Then how come I need adult sizes now?"

"You heard the lady. She even said you needed the smallest size because you were so thin." I explained, "And the reason you need adult sizes now is because you don't have the body of a little girl anymore. For Pete's sake, Jill, you've got boobs bigger than most adult women!"

Jillian smiled, "Well, I don't know who this Pete is and what he has to do with my boobs, but I hope you're right."

"Are you done, dear?" The lady called in, "Can I see?"

"Yup." Jillian nodded.

The lady walked in and studied Jillian in the shirt, "Very nice! It's so much better. You look beautiful!"

"Thanks." Jillian grinned.

"Ok, I'll go get the other shirts in that size." The lady said, leaving the room.

"See?" I told Jillian, "You've got nothing to worry about."

"Well…..if you say so." Jillian said, studying herself carefully in the mirror.

*End of flashback*

I shook the thought out of my head, for fear of the memories that followed. I stood up and grabbed my keys to Morty. There was one more thing that I had to do.

Clare stood in her doorway, surprised to see me, "What are you doing here?" I walked inside and sat down on her couch. She closed the door then came over and sat down next to me.

I took a deep breath, "It started after Julia died…t-the not throwing stuff out. Every time I try to throw out something…..I feel like I'm gonna die!" My hands began to shake, "O-Or someone else is going to….someone I love."

"Have…..you ever heard of hoarding?" Clare asked, reluctantly.

"Yeah, mom said she would take me to talk to someone…a therapist or something." I took another deep breath, "I wanna change."

"That's good, Eli." Clare smiled at me, "That's really, really good. If you need anything, just ask me, ok?"

"Here's what I want, Clare. I want you not to give up on me." I told her, "You're the only thing that makes me feel like I could ever get better."

Clare noticed that my hands were still shaking, and she reached out and held them in hers, "Well then I guess you're stuck with me….just like you said I was stuck with you." With that, she slung her arms around me and hugged me, pulling herself into my lap. I hugged her back tightly, never wanting to let go.

I emptied my books into my newly clean locker, except of course for the bottom of it, where I desperately shoved all of my trash that Clare tried to throw out. Having told Clare about my issue yesterday, I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. She was even going to help me clean out my room today during lunch period. I closed my locker door and spotted Jillian walking towards me. She walked slowly, leaning over into the lockers. She wore dark sunglasses, with the hood of her navy blue Degrassi hoodie up over her head.

"Jillian…." I removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of puffy red eyes that were even worse than yesterday. "What happened last night?"

"That's what I would like to know." She mumbled.

"You can't possibly get through the day like this."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She argued, "I'm fine."

Holly J. suddenly popped up on the morning announcement TV screen in the hallway, GOOD MORNING, DEGRASSI! Jillian cringed as Holly J. continued to loudly yap away on the screen right above her head.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, covering her ears, "Turn it down!"

"I don't understand why you're doing this." I told her, "What's with all this drinking?"

"I'm fine!" Jillian took her sunglasses and put them back on.

"Admit it, Jillian," I said, calmly, "You have a problem."

"No I don't! It's everyone else that has a problem with me!" She grabbed her books and took off down the hallway.

I stood in my bedroom with Clare. Clare held a big garbage box by my side, while I clutched an old binder in my hand, like a stubborn five year old, "Eli, you have new binders."

I continued to hold on to the binder, "But…maybe I need another one."

Clare raised an eyebrow to me, "I'm pretty sure your parents would buy one for you."

"But maybe someone else could use it!"

"It's just stuff, Eli."

I looked at the binder, and then at the box, and then back at Clare, who urged me on with wide eyes. I sighed deeply, then let go of the binder and let it slide into the box. I smiled lightly at the satisfaction of finally getting rid of something. I looked back at Clare, "Says the girl who broke into my room for a busted watch." I smirked.

"If it means something to you, keep it."

I pulled out the watch and examined it, "No, I think you should keep this." I handed it to her.

Clare smiled and looked at the watch in her hand, but then she gave it back to me, "I want you to have it. I need to let go of some stuff too." I put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.

We both began to scour the room for more junk. Suddenly, through all of the rubble, I came across an old flyer-type thing. I un-crinkled it and looked at the flyer. It was a picture of Jillian next to a picture of a heavy-set girl with big, round glasses. On the top it said, Who will YOU choose for your student body president? In Jillian's picture, she was standing in front of a bathroom mirror, bending over slightly so her cleavage showed. She wore a thin, almost see through tank top with skinny straps and it barely supported her. The other girl wasn't very attractive, especially next to Jillian. She had sort of a pear-shaped head, with practically no neck. She had long, thick, and frizzy red-orange hair. And to top it all off, she had freckles and checkles gallore.

Clare looked at me, questioningly, "What's that?"

"Oh….." I looked nervously at her, "it's just a flyer from Jillian's old school from when she ran for president."

"You mean garbage?" Clare smirked, pointing into the big box.

I shook my head, "I can't throw this out."

"Eli…." Clare began to protest.

"Look, it's just one thing." I countered.

Clare rolled her eyes, "Well, I guess we can't quit a habit cold-turkey. But I'm still proud of you." She smiled, "You're taking the first step."

I looked around the room and shook my head, "This is gonna take forever."

"I'm here." Clare said, "As long as you need me."

"You could work hard enough to earn a whole year free stay at the Hotel Eli." I smirked.

"What is it?" Clare said, jokingly, "Four stars?"

I sat down next to her, "Once it's ready….and you are."

Clare looked at me, then shyly down at the floor, "Maybe someday." She looked back up and smiled at me. I leaned in close to her and lingered there for a moment. Clare craned her neck up, until her lips met mine.

I followed the directions that my dad gave me to my therapist's office. After parking my hearse, I went inside the building and looked down at the piece of paper that Bullfrog gave me:

Floor 4; Room 167

I went up in the elevator and got off at floor four. I searched the hallway for the correct room number. Finally, I got to the door with the number 167 on it. I hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Come in!" said a woman's voice. I slowly opened the door and walked inside. The woman sat in a big chair in the corner of the room. She looked to be around in her mid-30s. She had wavy black hair that just went past her shoulders, and she was long and skinny. The woman looked up and smiled at me, "Hello. You must be Elijah Goldsworthy."

"Eli." I corrected, extending a hand to her.

She shook my hand, "Well, you can call me Jessi." She sat me down on the couch across from her and pulled out her notepad. "I just want to start out by getting to know you a little bit better." I nodded. "So, the one thing I know is that your parents were concerned that you had a problem with, uh…hoarding. Can you please explain this to me a little more?"

"Yeah…." I took a deep breath and for the next fifteen minutes, I explained to her about Julia and how I started hoarding. I told her about the way I felt every time I tried to throw something out.

Jessi nodded and scribbled things down in her notepad, "Wow….that must be really hard having to deal with losing someone who was so close to you." She looked at me sympathetically.

"Yeah…." I looked down and folded my hands, "I'm really trying to get better. I even had my girlfriend come to my house today and help me clean my room."

"That's very good, Eli." She smiled, "And it's great how you were able to move on and find someone else to have in your life."

"It wasn't easy," I admitted, "but I love Clare so much and I'm glad that I found her. She's so beautiful and smart…and we've been through so much together."

Jessi smiled, "That wonderful. It's nice that you could open up to her like that, so she could help you." I nodded. "I'm sure it isn't easy breaking a bad habit. When you and Clare were cleaning your room today, were there things that you still had trouble letting go of?"

"There were a few…." I confessed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flyer that I had found in my room earlier today.

"What's that?" Jessi asked, curiously.

"Oh it's just an old flyer." I said, handing it to her, "The girl on the left is my twin sister."

"Oh really? What's her name?"

"Jillian."

Jessi studied the flyer and chuckled. "Well, she sure is cute."

"Yeah, and also Julia was her best friend, ever since they were 5 years old."

"Wow," Jessi nodded, "and how did Jillian take Julia's death?"

My face dropped and I sighed, "Not so well. She was devastated. She still doesn't like to talk about it."

Jessi tapped her pen against her chin, "Tell me more about Jillian."

"Well…..I don't really know where to begin." I laughed softly, "Um, well she's very…interesting. She can be quite a ditz sometimes." Jessi laughed at this. "She's very strong-willed and she doesn't let people push her around."

"Are you guys close?"

I nodded, "Oh yeah. We're like best friends."

"That's very nice." She commented, "I love it when brothers and sister get along so well. I can tell you one thing…..I never got along with any of my siblings at all. Although it might have had something to do with the fact that there were seven of us." We both laughed. Jessi looked back down at the flyer in her hand, "Just out of curiosity, why did you feel the need to keep this when you were cleaning out your room with Clare?"

"Well…." I twiddled my thumbs, "it's just something I wanted to keep with me." Jessi raised an eyebrow at me. "If I throw this away…someone could go through our garbage! They'll find this picture of Jillian, and then…something bad will happen to her again."

She looked questioningly at me, "What do you mean 'again'?"

I sighed, "This picture that you're holding…..is what started Jillian's bulimia problem."

"You're sister was bulimic?" She asked. I nodded. She placed her hand over her chest and gave me a sympathetic look, "Oh, dear, that's terrible. That poor girl."

"She's over it now." I reassured, "But…..it was a really dark stage."

"Now, how did this picture end up causing a problem like that?"

I folded my hands and explained, "In middle school, Jillian went to a boarding school, called Chives. She was in 8th grade and ran for middle school president against a girl named Amanda Stone." I pointed to the other girl on the flyer. "Of course, Amanda wasn't as popular as Jillian. As a matter of fact, she was kind of a loser."

"How do you know that this girl was so unpopular?" Jessi asked.

"Jillian would email me, and she would also tell me about her when she would come home to visit on the weekends." I explained, "Plus, I was always reading the school tweets online." Jessi nodded, urging me to continue. "So anyway, this Amanda got jealous of Jillian and she knew that Jillian made fun of her behind her back…..and that's how it all started…."

Vote Jillian Goldsworthy for class prezidunt! I chuckled, holding the flyer that Jillian mailed me. Right under the big bold letters was some dopey bathroom mirror picture that she took when she was bored. Under that picture in littler letters said, Jill has skill! I thought it was a pretty cute logo. I went on my laptop and on twitter to see how the election was going for her. I scrolled down the newsfeed that had "chivespresidentialelections" trending. Many of the tweets supported Jillian. In fact, also trending was, "jillianforschoolprez". I clicked on that and scrolled down. Everyone was saying how Jillian was going to win and how much they loved Jillian and blah blah blah. I would have hated to be in that Amanda girl's position right now. Just then, a new tweet popped up with the same trend. It was from Amanda Stone and she tweeted a link to a picture. I wondered what Jillian's opponent would be tweeting on her trend. I clicked on the picture. My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what the hell I was seeing. What I saw next made me want to hunt Amanda down and cut her throat open. It was Jillian's poster picture, and Amanda had written a caption on it:

BIG BOOBS DON'T COUNT IF YOU'RE FAT!

My hands shook with fury, "Oh my god…..that bitch." About two seconds later, my phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"AHHHHHHHH!" Jillian screamed into the phone, furiously. I pulled the phone away and rubbed my ear. "Eli, have you been on twitter lately?" She practically shrieked into the phone.

"Jillian….." I said in a calming voice, "I know. I saw."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna KILL Amanda Stone!" She growled, "I'm gonna kick her ass tomorrow!"

"Relax, Jill, you don't need to kick anyone's ass."

"You bet I'm kicking her ass!" Jillian said, determined, "I'm gonna shove her ass down her throat and make her eat her granny panties!"

"Look, it's just one stupid tweet." I told her, "Even you know that you're not anywhere CLOSE to fat, don't you?"

Jillian was silent for a few seconds. Then she just simply stated, "I'm gonna kill her." The line went dead.

The next day was Friday and Jillian was coming home for the weekend. That afternoon before Bullfrog went to pick her up, I went to go check out twitter again. I saw the picture of Jillian again, with the caption that called her fat. The picture already had a lot of comments on it. The first two comments I saw were both from girls, who were obviously friends of Amanda's:

- Haha! Maybe she should use potato sacks for a bra! LOL!

- ^^ I think she should put a potato sack over her FACE! ^^

I shook my head and clicked off of the picture. I didn't feel like reading any more of the comments. Just then, a new tweet popped up from a guy. It had a link to a YouTube video and it said, "OMG! Smack-down!" I curiously clicked on the video link. Next thing I saw was Jillian on top of some girl.

"You BITCH!" Jillian yelled, "You little bitch!" That was the least vulgar of what she said, because then she continued to scream out curse words that even Bullfrog would never use.

"Holy shit!" chuckled the guy who was holding the camera, "This is sick!"

"Man…." the guy next to him said, "If Amanda was hott too, this would be awesome!"

"Totally!" The camera guy agreed, "But this isn't even a fight. Jillian's just kicking Amanda's ass." He laughed, "Oh shit! I'm so putting this on YouTube!"

Jillian continued to beat up Amanda, until finally, some long-haired blond boy stepped in and grabbed Jillian, pulling her flailing body off of Amanda. He held Jillian by her shoulders and made her take some deep breaths, until she was calm again. I had never seen this guy before. He wore a long-sleeved shirt under a short-sleeved one and he had a skateboard strapped to his backpack. Just by looking at him, I could tell he was one of those bimbo, skater-boys. I shut my laptop and went downstairs.

When Jillian was home, we all sat at the kitchen table and talked, while we waited for the spaghetti to be done. "Aw, we've missed you baby-girl." Cece smiled.

"Really?" Jillian giggled, "I've only been gone for a week."

"It's still a long time for us." Bullfrog added, "So tell us all about school."

"What about school?" Jillian asked.

"You know, how are the teachers? The work?"

"Any new boyfriends?" Cece asked in a suggestive voice.

Bullfrog turned to Cece, "Oh, hell no!" They both started laughing.

"Hey, what about the presidential elections?" Cece asked.

"Oh yeah!" Bullfrog looked eager, "Tell us about that!"

"Oh…." Jillian's face dropped a bit, "the elections." She bit her lip and her eyes rolled down to the floor, "Those have been going…..great. A lot of people wanna vote for me."

"That's great!" Cece said, delighted, "I saw a picture of that Amanda on the school website." She laughed, "Oh man, if that's your competition, you're sure to win."

"She looks like one of the girls that we used to have to date if we lost a bet." Bullfrog added, laughing.

"Trust me, Jill," Cece told her, "people want their president to be a girl like you. I mean, no offense to that Amanda girl, but they're not gonna want some cow." Suddenly, the stove timer went off, "Oh! The pasta's done."

Jillian squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, and then quickly stood up, "Um, you know what? I think I'm gonna skip dinner tonight."

"Really, Jill?" Cece asked, "It's your favorite."

"I know." She said, "But I'm….really tired. I'm not feeling well. I think I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Oh alright, Baby. If you're still hungry later tonight, I'll make sure there's some left over."

"That's ok." Jillian shook her head, "I'll be fine." She left the kitchen and went upstairs.

As I concluded my story, Jessi finished scribbling in her notepad then looked up at me, "Wow, and that's how it all started?" I nodded. "Well, this has been a great first session. I feel like I really got to know you, Eli." I nodded. "Ok, so having your girlfriend help you clean your room was a good idea. You need close friends to help you through this, Eli. Maybe Jillian can help you clean your room some days."

I laughed, imagining Jillian trying to help me clean. Everything she would pick up would be picked up lightly between her thumb and index finger, while she repeated, "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew….." Then she'd probably fall asleep and not 'help' me at all. I shook my head and laughed, "Nah…..I don't think that would work out."

Jessi laughed, "Well, the minute you see how clean your room is when you're done, you'll be inspired to keep it that way." She pulled a little white slip out of her pocket, "Here, if you ever need any help, just call me."

When I got home, I heard Jillian in the kitchen with Cece. "Are you insane?" Jillian yelled at Cece, as she stormed out of the kitchen.

Cece ran after her, "Jillybean, we're just trying to help you. We're worried."

"I don't need your help!" She huffed, "And I certainly do not need rehab! I could stop if I wanted to!"

"But, we need you to want to stop drinking." Cece begged, "If we don't do something now, it's gonna mess up your life."

"My life is already messed up!" She spat, "When I'm drinking is the only time I feel good! Why do you wanna send me to rehab….because you couldn't find another boarding school to ship me off to?"

Cece looked at her with a hurt expression, "Jillian, the last thing your father and I want to do is send you away."

Jillian stood there with her arms crossed, "Then why do you want to send me to rehab?"

"We don't want to send you to rehab!" My mother looked almost driven to tears, "But we don't know what else to do! Bullfrog and I feel like we've lost control of you! We're losing you, baby!"

Jillian rolled her eyes, "You think you guys are losing me? I'm losing everyone else! All these rules and changes…I don't have anyone anymore!"

"Jillian…." Cece reached out to touch her arm, but Jillian shrugged her off.

"I'm going to bed!" Jillian charged upstairs.

Cece shook her head and dropped down onto the couch with her hand over her face. I sighed and sat down next to my mom. "I'm such a terrible parent." She cried.

"No you're not." I put my arm around her in comfort, "None of this is your fault. Jillian is just confused. Look, I'll talk to her."

"Please do, Eli." Cece nodded, "Maybe you'll get through to her."

I patted my mom on the shoulder and ran upstairs. I walked into Jillian's room and saw her curled up into a ball on the floor with an un-opened whiskey bottle in her hand. "Jillian!" I looked at her in shock, "Really?"

"They wanna send me to rehab!" Jillian cried.

"So you think that drinking yourself silly is going to fix that?" I said, harshly, "You need help!"

"All I need is for everybody to get off my back!" She said, returning my harsh tone, "Especially you!"

I knelt down next to her, "I'm just trying to help you!"

"Sure!" Jillian stood up, "Help me! Help me! Everyone's trying to 'help me'! No one realizes that they're the reason that I need help! I'm completely happy with my life and being myself, and everyone's trying to screw that up for me!"

I crossed my arms, "If you're so happy, then why do you drink all the time?"

"That's my choice! Just because I drink doesn't mean there's something wrong with me! In two years, I'll be able to drink legally! So why should it be a problem if I choose to start now? Why do you care so much anyways?" Jillian turned away from me.

"Because Jill…..I'm scared!" I yelled at her, "All the nights that you come home at 3 am, so shitfaced drunk that you can't speak….all the mornings you come downstairs, looking like hell! I'm terrified! I feel like you're slipping away and there's nothing I can do about it! I feel like I'm gonna lose you!" Jillian didn't say a word. I continued, "That night at the Vegas Night dance where Fitz almost stabbed you because you were drinking-"

"Wait!" Jillian whipped back around to face me, "You think that was my fault? You think that I asked Fitz to come and stab me?"

"Well, you might as well have!" I yelled at her, "With your stupid ipecac idea and the way you got wasted!"

"You're the one that listened to my 'stupid' ipecac idea!" She spat at me, "And what does my drinking have to do with that?"

"Well, if you had been sober, you wouldn't have been stupid enough to go with Fitz! Of course, you're so stupid that maybe you would have gone with him anyway, just for kicks! And if your drinking wasn't the problem, it was definitely that slutty outfit you wore! That's what attracted all the attention of Fitz's little posse! They probably had their eyes on you the entire night, wondering who would gang-bang your unconscious body first, after Fitz was done stabbing you!" Jillian looked at me, wide-eyed and speechless. But I wasn't done, "You put us all in danger! You ruined everything! You think that it's everyone else's fault that we have these new, stupid rules? You think that everyone else is you're problem? It's you who's the problem! You're your own problem, and I can't believe that I risked my life for a stupid whore like you! I hate you!" The minute that came out of my mouth, I wished that I never had said it. Jillian stared furiously at me, with teary indigo eyes. "J-Jill…..I-"

"GET OUT!" She bellowed at me, making me jump, "JUST GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!" I spun around and headed out her door. Jillian slammed the door shut behind me. I ran into my room and threw myself down onto the skull-patterned comforter on top of my bed. I couldn't believe myself for what I had just said to Jillian. I called her a whore and said that I hated her. Jillian and I have had many fights before, but never like this. I wanted to take it back so badly.

Jillian's POV

It was 1 am and I couldn't get to sleep. I sat up in my bed, sobbing, with dried-up tears all down my cheeks. Cece and Bullfrog had already fallen asleep in their bedroom, after I had to listen to them whisper to each other about me for about two hours. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't stay here and watch everything around me fall apart, because I knew that eventually, I was going to fall apart with it. And now the one person, who I thought was the only person who understood me, hates my guts. I never understood why the people you loved the most always ended up hurting you the worst. Because if someone you don't like hurts you, you never really care because you don't give two shits about them. But if it's someone you love, someone who's been there….well….since you were born, that's when it really hurts. I slowly got up and walked down the hallway to Eli's room. I peeked inside and saw him sound asleep. I tip toed up to his bedside and stood there for a few seconds, wanting closure in the worst way, but I knew that I was never gonna get it as long as I was gonna go through with what I was about to do. I almost felt like waking him up…

No.

This was for my own good. I couldn't stay in a place that threatened me and my personality, and I couldn't keep hurting people the way I was. I gently picked up his hand from his sleeping body and held it in mine. "I'm sorry…." A tear rolled down my cheek, "I'm sorry that I caused so much trouble. I promise, I'm not gonna be a problem anymore." I squeezed his hand one last time, before letting go and letting it drop back down to his side. I walked out of his room, fighting the urge to look back at him. And then…..

I left.

So, what you think? ;D Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE REVIEEEEW! Omg please! I wanna know what you guys think! You guys are my inspiration to keep writing and if I think that no one is reading my story, then I'm not inspired : ( I NEED YOU GUYS! :D

P.S. When Eli used the word "checkles", for those of you who don't know what that means, it's chest-freckles...get it? CHECKLES? xD kk...