Hey y'all:D well here is the next chapter. I want to say thanks to all the absolutely amazing people who have favorited and reviewed this story, it really keeps me going! This is my favorite chapter, even though it kind of turns depressing, but dont worry Eclare fluff is soon to come.

Her eyes were brimmed with unshed tears. She couldn't let them fall; she wouldn't let them fall. Fallen tears showed her weakness, and she already had cried enough that day. She came here to forget everything that had happened to her. She came here to make new friends, but now she just wanted to push them away. After the talk she had with Eli, she decided to skip the rest of school. She remembers running out of the double doors of Degrassi. She remembers the warm wind hitting against her face. She remembers feeling the pain in her legs, the pain that kept her mind sane. She remembers bursting through the front door and sprinting up the stairs before landing on her bed. She replayed these memories over and over again. She made sure that she didn't let her mind array to anything else. She feared that if she did then she would start turning to worse memories, or she would end up thinking about Eli.

Eli.

She didn't want to fall for him. She couldn't help herself from falling for him. He was the only one to chase after her. He was the only one that she was able to open up to. She didn't know why she felt so comfortable around him. It was like when he stood next to her she could just forget about everything else.

There she goes again, letting her mind go astray. People would blame love. Clare vowed to never love again, to never give out her heart just for it to be broken into little bits. Clare also knew that just being with someone for a day could not bring the intense feeling of love.

Her weakness eventually took over as her throat let out quiet sobs, and the tears she left in poured down her face. She hated feeling this pain, but she never found a way to get rid of it. Pain and troubles seemed to follow her everywhere that she went. She understood that her friends would soon be back from school, and that they would come try to find her. That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want their pity; she just wanted to sit alone.

Her full story hadn't been heard. She did tell Eli the truth, but she left out what happened after that. The guy ran off, but the next day at school he came back. He would keep winking at her, and everyone at school kept glaring at her. K.C. had even heard about "what happened".

It was the end of the day and Clare was putting her books back into her locker when she heard a loud bang right next to her. She turned her head only to find K.C. giving her a disgusted look.

"So, you won't let me get more than a kiss, but you aren't afraid to go have sex with some random guy?" he screamed at her. She was on the verge of tears but still managed to yell back at her boyfriend.

"You're one to talk; I saw you making out with Jenna. Also why don't get your information from a person who was there instead of believing every rumor you hear. Just to let you know, nothing happened. We didn't have sex, he tried to rape me. Now take your cheating self and get out of my way." Clare stormed away, leaving K.C. standing alone in the hallway.

After she told off K.C. she walked home in tears. That's when she ran into the guy yet again. He forced himself onto her. It wasn't until he was about to take away the single most important thing to her, she got away. It wasn't easy; she tried everything until he finally just gave up. She had to live with this memory for the rest of her life. She never would want to get close to a guy sexually ever again. She was mortified, and felt as if everyone she met would try and do this to her.

Clare peered at her arm, where thin, horizontal scars were glaringly apparent. That had been the way she dealt with everything. During those few seconds she felt like she had control. The throbbing in her wrists would be able to overpower the throbbing in her head and heart. Eventually her mom had caught her, and sent her away to her father's to "deal with the problem".

She slowly got up, wiping away the tears on her checks, and walked into the bathroom. The razor on the bathroom counter mocked her. She was overwhelmed with her pain, and slowly reached over to it.

No. She couldn't do this again. Her face lifted up, and looked at it's reflection in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes took in the pale blotchy face and tangled hair. A hand went towards the sink's handle. The sound of rushing water flooded her ears, instantly calming Clare down. Cold water splashed on her face, washing away any signs that she had been crying. She hoped that it would also wash away her troubles, but she knew that it would take a lot more than water to be able to do that.

She would never forget that day.

Teehee:D told you it was depressing...well review por favor:D adios

-softy :D