Authors Note: Ok so my computer is finally working! I'm so so sorry I haven't been able to update! I really hope people are still reading this story. Today I'm home sick and I was in fan fiction and was like Holy Shit today is the perfect day to update! Now I will try to update daily!
I do not own DegrassiL
No POV: Clare woke up screaming, gasping for air. To her surprise Eli was the person to wake her. Eli jumped back. "Jesus Clare you scared the shit out of me!" Said Eli. "I-I'm sorry" Clare stuttered. " C'mon Clare your freezing". Eli helped Clare up and they began to walk to Eli's car. Once they were there Clare froze in her place. "You drive a hearse?" Clare asked with a confused look on her face. Eli only smirked and Opened her door. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the hearse and got back in the car and gave it to Clare. "Thank you Eli". Clare said " Clare why were you sleeping on the bench in the rain?" Asked Eli. " I didn't get much sleep and wasn't feeling well so I- I don't know I guess I just was really tired". Clare replied. "And why did you run out on me during class?" Eli asked. " Eli I just wasn't feeling well ok? So can you just drive?" "Uhh Sure do you want to go home or go to the dot or any were else?" Said Eli. "Please just take me home". Clare said.
Clare's POV: "Please just take me home" I said to Eli. I gave him my address. The car ride was silent. Not really akward, Just comfortable. Eli must have known something was wrong so he didn't want to question me any further. We pulled up in front of my house and Eli opened my door for me. "Clare here is my phone number, Just call anytime you need to talk." Eli said. "Oh uh Thank you Eli. Goodnight" I replied. He smirked and said "Good night Clare". Wait, did Eli Goldsworthy just give ME, HIS number? Wow. I Go into my house. As soon as I walk in I hear my parents fighting. My Dad throws a plate at my mom and it barely misses her. They don't even notice me. They don't notice I'm wet from the rain. They don't notice I'm late. They don't notice me or how they are breaking me. They don't care about me. I run up stair and grab my scissors. I hold it to my fore arm and just cut. I sigh in relief as the blood gushes down my arm. I put my arm under the sink focet and wince as the cold water touches the new open wound. It looks like I'm wearing long sleeves tomorrow.
A/N I know I know its sort. But I just felt like this was a good place to stop. I don't want to move to slow, But I don't want to move too fast either. So yeah. Review please? It will make me feel better!J