chapter 3

I walked out of my house monday morning, the crisp Toronto breeze hitting my face and soothing my puffy eyes.

It's been three months since everything happened, Ali and Adam still hate me, but things seemed to have calmed down at Degrassi. I walked to Morty and got in, starting the engine and the short drive to school. I pulled up in my usual parking spot, took a deep breath and got out of my car.

The weather outside was really nice but something didn't feel right. I felt like I was being watched. I whipped around and breathed a sigh of relief when I only saw two girls leaning on a car, talking, and laughing. I brushed off the feeling and walked up the front steps of the school, heading to my locker.

When I reached my destination, there was a pink sticky note stuck to my locker. I ripped the sticky piece of paper off the door and read what it said.

"I'm still here Eli, dont forget that :)"

I got chills,thinking ,knowing who wrote this and remembered what 'Clare' told me when she showed in my room.

"YOU JUST FEEL BAD THAT I DIED, YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME, YOU HATED ME...AND I HATE YOU, WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE DEAD."

What was she going to do to me?

I didn't realize I was talking to myself until I turned around and saw people giving me looks like I was a crazy person. I couldn't blame them, I felt like I was going crazy. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. I turned around to see Fitz with his hands up in surrender.

"Whoa man calm down its just me."

"Sorry just a little jumpy is all."

"You alright man you look sick, maybe you should go home."

"No I'm fine just..didn't sleep that well last night, homework and stuff." I haven't had a good nights sleep in weeks. I would always wake up sweating from a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep, or I wouldn't sleep at all. I would be awake and alert waiting for Clare to strike, but she never came.

I could tell that CeCe and Bullfrog were worried about me. They would always ask me how I was doing, and check up on me. They've started taking me to theropy 3 times a week so I could talk about my 'feelings' and get help with my 'mental stability'. My mental stability is fine, it just pisses me off how the fucking theropist tries to get into my fucking head.

I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard Fitz say something about Clare's dad being arrested. I stopped in my tracks and turned and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, what did you say?" I said my voice reeking of interest.

"Clare's dad got arrested for beating up her mom, yeah she confest about everything he used to do to her and Clare, he's going to jail for a while, it's all over the news dude." Fitz said.

I was so happy that rat bastered of a father finally got what he deserved for what he did to Clare, but I still didn't put my guard down. I was still watching out for 'Clare' and her revenge.

"Hey Fitz what would you say if I told you, a few days after Clare died she showed up in my room." I asked looking up at him.

"I'd say whatever your on I want some." He said and started laughing, then stopped when he realized I was being serious.

"Are you serious, Eli I really think you need some sleep man, take a break." He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off.

"No man I'm not tired and I'm not crazy, she sowed up in my room and told me what her dad used to do to her, and I told her that if I had known I wouldn't have done what I did, I tried to apologize man, but she started yelling at me and telling me that I would wish I were dead." I explained and the look on Fitz face would say that he didn't believe me.

"Dude, go home ,go to sleep, relax, and stop worrying about Clare, she's gone." He said then walked off down the hall.

The bell rang signalling first period was about to start and I was dreading it. Today was going to be a long day.

At home

I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking, and talking to Clare.

"You know I didn't mean anything I said." I said.

No answer

"I really did love you."

No answer

I was getting irritated that she wouldn't answer me. I knew she could hear me, she just wanted to make me go crazy, but I'm not crazy and she's not getting to me.

Knock

Knock

Cece walked into my room, a timid smile on my face.

"Hey baby boy, how you feeling?" Sher said walking over to my bed.

"I'm fine, I guess." Total lie.

"Eli I'm worried about you, you've been really distant, and talking to yourself quite a bit...maybe we should make your theropy sessions 5 times a week." She said as more of a qustion more than a statement.

"No mom I'm fine I don't need some stranger trying to read my mind and have me talk about my feelings...I'm good, I'm tired of him talking to me like he knows what I feel, when he has no idea."

"Eli-" She started to argue but I stopped her before I got mad and sayed something I would regret.

"Mom I don't need help...can you please go, I'm tired." I said and layed back on my bed.

Cece ruffled my hair and left the room, closing the door behind her. I sighed heavily and walked to my bathroom to take a shower and calm my nerves.

I walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light and a bright pink sticky note on the mirror caught my attention. I looked at it for a while before peeling it off to read it.

"Almost there Eli :)"

Sorry this chapter took so long but I've been caught up with school a lot and I really got writer's block on this one and I hope you liked it.

What will happen to Eli's sanity?

Is Clare really there, or is it just Eli's conscience playing tricks on him?

Coming soon to a computer near you :)