WARNING: VERY disturbing writing! Might be messed up after seeing this! Crazy guys, clawing at eyes, blood and crawling babies
Chapter Seventeen: Hallucinations (Eli's POV)
Anger. Furious. Hot headed. The anger boiled through my veins yet again. It felt like being burned to a crisp, that's how bad the anger that Bianca had brought on. As I ran out of Degrassi, I past Bianca, she was there with Ron Ron and smiled smugly. "How's it going goth kid? Going out to buy razors? I have one here." Bianca then reached into her pocket and threw a razor at me, it bounced off my chest and hit the floor. At that moment, I wanted to punch her. Never so badly in my life had I wanted to hit or abuse a girl. I had my fist balled up, all I had to do was to punch her lying lips or her flirtatious eyes. But I un balled my fist, as much as Bianca was a tramp who ruins relationships, I couldn't lay my hands on a girl, no matter who it was. I had too much respect for girls to do that. So instead I had ran out of there. I hopped into Morty and revved the engine. I need to get the hell out of here. With that I drove the hell out of the Degrassi parking lot.
I threw the front door open and my mom's head poked out of the kitchen, she was drying dishes. "Honey? Eli what are you doing home? School doesn't end in a another two hours." Mom said, "Are you alright?" She asked, concern raising in her voice. I didn't utter a single word as I bounded up the stairs, I ran at full force to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it, I could hear my mom's footsteps hurry down the hall. "Dammit." I cursed. I wanted no one to soothe me or help me. I needed none of that. I ran into my joint bathroom and rummaged through my cabinet and came across my medication. I looked into the jar to see the medication I forgot to take this morning, due to over sleeping. I heard knocks at the door. "Eli? Honey are you alright? Can I come in?" Mom asked. I didn't answer her, I just stared at the pills in my hand, the ones that make me sane, not as sane as Clare does. Another jab at the heart. I winced feeling the pain of a broken heart. "Eli?" Mom asked again, the doorknob was being jumbled with. I sighed and was about to reach out to unlock when I saw a figure through the mirror on the back of the door. I stood there shocked staring at the figure. My hand was still out stretched. "Eli?" Mom asked again. "Honey just open the door. I need to speak with you." She said. I shook my head staring at the figure. I turned around to see the figure sitting in a fetal position by the bathtub. "Are you alright?" I asked, I could feel my mind start to go into that state, the state where my mind switches from sane to.. Insane. I dropped the pills, sending many tablets to scurry around the floor. I got down my knees and crawled slowly towards the scared figure. "Hello? Are you alright?" I asked. "Elijah! Who are you talking too!" Mom shouted, her voice edging on anger. "A friend." I said. The knocking and talking seemed to stop. "Hello. My name's Eli." I said. I sat next to the figure. The figure looked at me, raised its head to show.. Gashes across her face. Blood seeping through the cuts. "Help me Eli. I'm hurting." The voice called. I crawled backwards, away from the frightening figure. "No.. Go!" I yelled. The figure crawled towards me. The blood started to crawl.. "No more! STOP!" I screamed. "YOU DID THIS! I'M DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" The girl screamed. Her arm was torn off, blood was.. Everywhere. "YOUR DEAD JULIA! STOP COMING BACK!" I screamed. My door flew open and Mom and Dad stood there. "Oh Elijah." Mom murmured. She kneeled by me and held her in my arms. Julia was still there, staring at me with emerald eyes that were slashed. "SHE'S STILL HERE!" I screamed. Then in a attempt to make her leave, I reached up and tried to claw my eyes out, I could feel as one fingernail dug into my skin above the eyebrow. "JOE! STOP HIM!" Mom shouted as she feverishly removed my hands from my face. I felt a sharp needle insert my veins. The sleepiness hit me instantly. My eyes began to feel tired and droopy. I slumped into my mom's lap and was completely out seeing Julia's horrific face seep into my dreams.
I stuffed my French book into my locker, I looked around wary that no one was watching me. It had felt like all day someone was watching my every move.. I swear that while using the washroom I saw someone on the ceiling. Maybe I shouldn't have persuaded mom to let me go to Degrassi. Maybe I should have stayed home after my small episode at home, but mom would have me under her watchful eye all day long. I slammed my locker shut and gasped heavily. Clare was there, but.. It wasn't Clare. Her beautiful reddish brown hair was black, she wasn't wearing the Degrassi uniform and she had on a unhealthy amount of makeup. "Clare?" I gasped. Clare nodded and had a flirtatious smile on her face. "I did this for you Eli.. Now we can be together." Clare whispered in a velvet voice. The voice wasn't hers.. That I knew. "Clare.. We're already together. What are you getting at?" I asked. Clare winked and smiled. "Clare.. I'm not Clare. How can you not remember your precious emerald Jules?" Clare said. I jumped back. "GO!" I screamed. "GET OUT OF CLARE!" I screamed. Julia smiled. "Your little girlfriend is right where I want her.. in hell." I screamed on the top of my lungs, people were staring.. They were covered in blood. It was dripping off their faces. I started dropping my papers and backpacks. Sending it all in a fury. "Kill her. Kill her." The voice echoed in my brain. I clutched at my face and screamed. "NO! NO! GET OUT! NOW!" I collapsed on the floor and heard gasps and screams as I started clawing at my face. "MR. SIMPSON! ANYONE!" Someone screamed. I looked through bloody eyes to see the real Clare standing there, her body rigid. Fiona had a hand over her mouth, she was clearly disturbed, Adam was gently pushing Fiona away from the scene and Jenna.. Jenna's body was bulging.. It took me a while and I lot to clawing to see her baby climbing from her body and crawling towards me. I screamed the loudest I could. I felt hands on me, holding me down. People in white. Darkness. Blankness. Laughter from Julia as she morphed into her own body. Clare crying heavily. Me.. Insane.
O.. M.. G. Are you messed up after reading this? Eli has finally reached his boiling point. Oh and the Julia-Clare person was Eli's imagination, the real Clare was with Fiona, Adam and Jenna.
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