Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep

Clare's P.O.V.

The noise was loud; I heard it through my closed door a floor up, even while I was tightly covering my ears. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as shiny tears dripped down my face. My stupid parents' arguing was ruining my life, and what's worse was that they knew that and didn't change. I dropped my hands from my ears and reached over to my bedside table to pick up a pair of scissors, rolling up my sleeves, I carefully put the scissors to my wrist, right above where the last cut was made. I pushed down harder and harder until I started to draw blood, I then sliced across my arm before retreating the scissors. It all started with Darcy, then K.C., and now my parents.

When I glanced at the clock, I realized it was getting late in the morning and I needed to get to school. My head was pulsing from all the yelling; when I got up I gripped my bedside table to prevent from collapsing. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking a glance at my wrist to make sure my sweater was hiding all evidence. Once my mom saw me she stopped yelling and grabbed her keys indicating she'd drive me.

"The little bitch walks down the stairs and you shut up?" I heard my father yelling at my mom, taken aback by the words he used. "She deserves to hear, after all she's the whole cause of this! Her and her sister Darcy!" I couldn't believe him, we haven't seen Darcy in almost a year and he was blaming her for their arguing.

"I'll walk." I mumbled before walking out the door. Once outside I was shocked to see a familiar face, one that made me smile.

"Miss me blue eyes?" he smirked, lying back against his hearse, 'Morty'. He stood straight and walked over to me before wiping away a few of the stray tears on my face. "Parents again?"

"They blame me, for everything. My dad, he called me a bitch. I've never heard him use that language!" he pulled me into a hug.

"Come on blue eyes, we'll ditch school and go some place quiet and just talk." I nodded against his chest. We were best friends, but of course I wanted more.

"Thanks Eli."

We walked over to Morty and he held the passenger door open for me. He may look like he's all about death, but he's really a true gentleman. "Where to?" he asked me. He turned his heard and his beautiful green eyes locked into mine. He was perfect; the moment was perfect. I felt the need to lean up and kiss him, but I tried my hardest to resist.

"Your house," I replied, trying to regain my breath. Whenever he looked at me I was always left speechless. He could tell and he smirked.

"Enjoying your time with me Clare?" I loved that stupid smirk and his sarcasm too.

"Think whatever you want Eli, just keep your eyes on the road and drive."

"I'll try my hardest blue eyes." He started up Morty and was about to drive when I told him to stop. "Everything ok?" he asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yea, I just kind of figured that with my mom and dad, I don't think I really want to stay at my house tonight." My heart started beating faster, "Do you mind if I get some clothes and spend the night at your house? And if I get them now, then I won't have to come back later, you know?"

He chuckled a bit, "My parents are away anyway, get whatever you need."

Eli's P.O.V.

I watched as she got out of the car. I couldn't believe I agreed to her staying at my house, rather than even letting her visit. What is she sees the blood stains from when my dad hit me? Crap, I just need to get her to stay out of that room until I clean it.

In about five minutes, she came into view with a bag in her hand and tears on her cheeks again. I took notice to the way she limped over to me. I rushed out of the car and took the bad from her hands. I put the bad on the floor and put her arm around my shoulder as I helped her walk to the car. I put her bag in the back and got in Morty, glancing over at Clare every now and then.

"Just drive already," she whispered as I took off to my house. The ride was all but two minutes; we lived relatively close to one another which came in handy. I parked in my drive way, but before she could get out I grabbed her wrist.

"What happened before?" I admit, I was petrified her parents had started hitting her like my dad did to me.

"I stepped on glass, it's nothing really Eli," she smiled weakly and turned away to open the door to get out.

I got out as well, then walked over to help her walk to my front door. I took out my keys and unlocked the door, as I helped Clare walk over to sit on the couch. She pulled off her shoe quickly, and started rubbing her foot, wincing in pain.

I watched her hesitantly before walking to the bathroom and retrieving a first-aid kit. "That looks more painful than you're letting off, let me help." I leaned down with some stuff for the cut and began to clean it out. Small tears fell from her eyes as I finished putting on a bandage.

She was sitting on the couch, my couch, just staring at the blank T.V. in the center of my living room. I decided to sit next to her. I figured she was being bold because she then laid her head on my shoulder. I brushed back her hair and kissed her forehead, things would be less awkward right now if we were a couple.

"Hey blue eyes, I need to ask you something." I decided to make an Eli move and figure things out.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked up at me, staring into my emerald eyes. I felt like she was looking straight through me, and I wondered if I gave her the same feeling. "Yes?" she asked sweetly. I loved her innocence, it was so Clare.

"Would you like to play a game of 20 questions?" I smirked. Her face looked disappointed and confused; she was probably expecting something more deep and thought out about her parents.

"Sure," she smiled and it sent my insides on fire. Believe me when I say, I was doing everything I could not to kiss her right then and there. "But I get to go first!" she giggled, not chuckled or laughed, she actually giggled like a 5 year old kid on Christmas.

I rolled my eyes and gave her my signature smirk, 100% Eli just for her. "Whatever princess Clare," I tried to sound bored, but I truly was amused and what she could possibly want to ask me. "Whenever you're ready."

"Okay, first question. Why do you drive a hearse?" I was expecting this, and really, she was going to be quite bored with the answer.

"Multiple reasons really. First off, it's unique, how many other people do you know who drive a hearse as their first car? I also like the fact that I'm different, I don't like to fit in, it bothers me. And lastly the fact that it's rather cheap. Morty is like family to me." She seemed to be amused at the last part. "Glad to make you smile blue eyes. But I do believe it's my turn now. My question to you is quite simple. Team Edward or Jacob?" I laughed remembering when we became English partners and Ms. Dawes accused her of hiding behind vampire fiction.

Clare gave me her best smirk, clearly not as good as mine, then said, "I thought it was quite obvious. Edward! He's my screensaver and everything." She exclaimed happily. "Same question to you." Her face beamed as she awaited my answer.

It was evident she was trying to embarrass me, but I wasn't going to let her. "You see, I'm allergic to dogs so Jacob wouldn't really fit with me, and knowing Edward sparkles completely wipes him off my list. I'm going to have to say I'm team Harry Potter." I smirked, being completely proud of myself for beating Clare yet again.

"So I suppose you're apart of Dumbledore's army then?" she asked playfully.

"Nah, I thought you'd realize by now that I was recruited by Voldemort?" she giggled again, I love when she does that. "Now my second question is also an easy one. Who is your hero?"

I jumped back a little as she was overcome with excitement; this should be good. "Alex Gaskarth from 'All Time Low'!" she exclaimed before singing a little. "So maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year…" I chuckled and she started blushing instantly. "Can you sing your favorite song for me? And 'no' doesn't count as an answer."

Now it was my turn to blush. I really had no other choice; although I didn't have to I knew she'd get mad if I didn't. "This is what I brought you, this you can keep, this is what I brought you may forget me. I promise you my heart, just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep."

Clare's P.O.V.

There was something mesmerizing in his voice, almost hypnotizing. Suddenly I couldn't resist the urge and I leaned over to him and crashed my lips against his. He seemed shocked at first, but then started moving his lips in synch with mine. My body was burning, the sensation was so magical. This wasn't just an average kiss, it was a mixture of passion and lust, it was everything Eli and I had been trying to hide for the endless month of flirting and teasing.

I felt our lips separate for a mere second as Eli tried to catch his breath, and every time he drew in, and released his breath it hit me, the warmness tempting me. My arms flew around his neck and pulled his head closer to mine so I could kiss him again. My hands ran through his hair as I felt his tongue sweep across my bottom lip begging for entrance. I happily obliged and our tongues started wrestling for dominance. It was only then I realized I was pinned down his couch caught in a make-out session. I carefully pushed him away and sat up.

"I'm so sorry!" I blurted out, feeling my cheeks start to blush hot pink.

He chuckled a little, "I'm not." He said with that stupid, yet adorable smirk on his face. Gosh, why does he turn me on so much?

"Eli…" I hardly whispered, you have no idea how much I wanted to erase my thoughts and kiss him again. He raised his eyebrows in a questioning matter, as if he wanted me to continue. "What if we don't work out, what if what happened with K.C. repeats itself." I felt tears welling up now as I tried to blink them away. "Or even worse, what if we make a relationship work passed high school and then…and then we end up like my parents. Constantly fighting and throwing things at each other while…" I was cut off by Eli's lips on mine again.

"Clare, K.C. was stupid, he didn't realize how amazing you were when he gave you up for that stupid blonde Barbie, but I do. And I won't ever even think of making the mistake he made with you. But with your parents, I understand how scary a relationship may seem when you witness that every day, but I'm not like your father Clare. What I'm trying to say here, is take a risk with me Clare. Be my girlfriend. I'm not perfect, not even close, but I think I can be for you. Just let me try." I had never seen Eli get so emotional before. But there was something he was wrong about, horribly wrong. He was the perfect one in the relationship, he didn't cut himself, he didn't have horrible scars on his body.

"Of course, Eli. I've liked you for awhile, but I was too scared." My heart was speaking for me, but my brain kept screaming 'DANGER!' I honestly didn't know what I was doing anymore. I felt him kiss my forehead and saw him smiling, I fell into a daze as my eyes started to close and before long, I was sleeping.

"Clare, you look beautiful tonight." Eli stared at me, smiling. Tonight, our prom, well at least Vegas night. I blushed as he called me beautiful. I was wearing baby blue knee length strapless dress with a bow in the middle. My hair was pinned with a blue rose, and I was at least an inch taller in my silver heels. "The dress brings out your beautiful blue eyes."As I blinked he kissed each closed eye."I'm glad you ignored Fitz, I'll handle it, I promise."

I felt myself blushing again as I remembered pushing passed Fitz as he told her she'd better go to Vegas Night with him or else."Ignore him Eli, for me." I said hopefully.

"I'll try my hardest blue eyes." He gave me his smirk as he grabbed my hand and we walked to his hearse quietly. But suddenly there was a change of scenery. I was in a hallway, one of Degrassi's; I was against a locker looking forward. Suddenly I was horrified, I screamed as I watched Fitz stab a knife into Eli's stomach.

I ran over to his side as Fitz stared at me with an evil glint in his eyes. "Bitch," he spat at me before running down the halls.

"ELI! WAKE UP PLEASE!" I cried. How could such a perfect day end like this, it wasn't supposed to end like this. "ELI! PLEASE DON'T DIE! I – I LOVE YOU!" I screamed with tears flowing down. I knew what I said was true; it had been since we first met, and now he had to hear me say it like this.

I heard him start mumbling something, so I leaned down to hear him better. My once beautiful blue dress not was being flooded by pools of red, but I didn't care. "This is what I brought you, this you can keep, this is what I brought you may forget me," he paused as he winced in pain. His voice grew smaller, almost impossible to hear. "I promise you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep." And just like that his heart stopped, and I was left sitting there, silent dying inside; crying.

"NO! ELI, YOU'RE OK! YOU'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Eli's P.O.V.

"NO! ELI, YOU'RE OK! YOU'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS! DON'T LEAVE ME!" I woke up to Clare screaming. Panic stricken, I looked at Clare still asleep, but screaming and scared.

"Clare! Clare wake up!" I pushed her slightly and her eyes shot open. She jumped up and clung to mu, crying against my chest. "It's ok Clare, I'm right here. It was just a nightmare. Everything's ok." I rubbed her back soothingly. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I knew I was scared for her.

All these emotions just jumped out of me, love, horror, happiness, and hurt. I had never had this before, not since Julia, but I never loved. I thought I did, but it wasn't true. I had always been emotionless, with nothing inside, but Clare broke me open, and it all came back.

"Y-y-you're alive. E-li, you're ok," She managed to choke out. I was confused, but she explained further. "He killed you Eli. He took a knife, and he just-just…" she didn't seem to want to say the next part, but after looking into my eyes she screamed it out. "He stabbed you. You were DEAD Eli!"

I didn't know what to say to calm her down. So I didn't say anything, I just kissed her head and continued to rub her back.

After about an hour of just laying on my couch, Clare started to get up. "Are you ok?" I jumped up quickly. She looked more beautiful now then she ever did. Her eyes were red and puffy and she had mascara stains on her cheeks, her eyeliner was smeared everywhere, but she was a vision of beauty still.

"Yea, I'm ok Eli. I just need to use the bathroom." She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Down the hall, first door on the right."I smiled back at her as I watched her start to walk in the direction I gave her. "Hurry back!" I called to her, and she chuckled.

Take the pills that they give you mornings

Spit them out while they aren't looking

Keep a smile but you burn it hot

It's a mad, mad world!

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