Thanks for the lovely reviews. They are what I keep writing for. So we all know the last chapter was really, really intense. So I hope you guys like this intense chapter also. I'm trying now to make them not so short anymore. 800 words is not good for a chapter, some are even only one, ONE PAGE! That's not good, is it? So I hope you guys like this chapter. I'm trying to make these chapters more intense, and I'm going to split some storylines into two because I want MORE chapters, and I don't really want to end this story.

Also, a little heads up. I've been getting a lot of suggestions from the scissors scene…I'm just letting you guys know that that is going to fit in here somehow. I will make it fit, I promise. (: It's probably going to be soon. Maybe in this chapter maybe?

I just didn't want to make it sooo…Ordinary. There are a lot of stories out there with self destruction storylines, and some people are saying that that storyline is overly used…So I'm just going to tell you this now: This is DEFFINATLY going to be original. I promise you! (:

I'm rambling…Here you go now.

Eli's POV

I really hope Clare is ok…I didn't know what was up with her. It could still just be her dad, but it's been a few weeks or so since that happened, you would think she would feel better by now. What am I thinking? I'm a guy! Girls are more emotionally challenged than us. I need to learn to be more sensitive.

Yes, I chose to go after Clare. I couldn't just let her walk home in almost freezing weather, and it was raining too. I guess I'm an overall good guy, looking over Clare like that. I love her to death, so I need to look out for her.

I pull up to Clare's house. I wanted to know if she was ok. It was killing me. I walk up the steps and knock on the door and a girl, she looked older than me and looked like she about out of high school.

She grins. "You must be Eli," She laughs. "I'm Darcy." She says.

"Nice to meet you," I laugh nervously. "Is Clare here?" I ask her.

"It's Saturday, so she usually sleeps all day." She points to the stair case. "If you want to go wake her up, be my guest." She says. She gestures for me to come in and I take a step and she closes the door. "Her room is the first door you see when you walk up the stairs."

I give a polite grin. "Thanks," I say and head up the stairs to the first door I see. I knock on the door. "Clare?" There was no response. I knock again just to make sure. "Clare…" I say again. Why the hell isn't she answering? I slowly open the door, hoping I'm not thinking she's just sleeping really well or something like that. It creaks open and I see that the room had two beds and no one in sight. That's strange. I look around then find my foot crunching on something. I lift it up and see broken glass under it. I look around a bit confused and see that there is a broken lamp knock off, supposedly on the night stand it was laying by. What the hell? Clare was still nowhere to be seen.

"Is it the door on the left?" I yell downstairs to Darcy.

"Yes!" She yells back up. Ok, so I'm not in the wrong room.

"Oh, then I went into the wrong one. Sorry!" I lie. I turn my head a few more times to see if I'm just imagining that she's not there. Nope, she wasn't there. I was starting to get worried.

I walk back down the stairs to see Darcy sitting on the couch changing the channels. "Did you find the room?" She asks not looking up from the TV.

"Yeah, but she was sound asleep. I probably shouldn't wake her up." I say and leave as quickly as possible. I stop at the steps and pull out my phone to call her. It rings two times, and then it goes straight to voice mail. Ok, so she's ignoring my calls, she's not at home, and there is a broken lamp on the floor of her room?

I started to get really worried, and hopped into my car and drove to a few places that I thought I could find her at.

Clare's POV

I see my phone vibrate and see its Eli. I didn't want to talk to him, so I pressed the ignore button. For some reason, I wanted him wondering. I wanted him worried, but yet, I didn't want to tell him what was really going on. I couldn't tell him that I had sex at the ravine, and I couldn't tell him that that's what's been bothering me.

I walk over to our storage shed and sit down in the dark room. I turn on the light switch and see the boxes filled with old pictures and other stuff I like that. I pull out a packet that said: "Clare 9th grade year." I open the packet and slide out the pictures. The first one I saw was me, in my old school uniform, standing by a bus with my text book in my hand. I remember that. I refused to wear anything but my uniform. I guess I just didn't like change…and that really shows now.

I slip that one to the back of the pile and then the next picture was me and Alli standing outside our classroom with our arms around each other's shoulders and being silly. I missed those days. Grade 9 was probably my easiest year before KC. But really, when we were just friends, it wasn't too complicated. You know teenagers; it's hard to just be friends with a guy without having feelings. Except for Conner, I thought of him just as a friend.

I pull out a picture that probably got mixed in there from this year. It was a picture of Alli dancing in front of everyone and me jumping in with her. I smiled. I really miss those days. The days where everything was easy, and I didn't have to deal with this drama.

I pull out my iPod and put the headphones in my ears. I put in on shuffle again because I can never pick a song to listen to. The song that comes on is "Tired Of You-The Exies." The song made me stop and listen.

I'm tired of breathing, tired of feeling, tired of looking at the past for meaning. I'm tired of running, tired of searching, tired of trying, but I'm not tired of you. Wow, this song really summed up my life really. I was tired of everything, but I wasn't tired of the people around me. It made me think of Eli. I shouldn't have ignored his call. Maybe I should call him back.

I take the headphones out of my ears, even though I really didn't want to, and take out my phone out of my pocket and call Eli. I hold it up to my ear and wait for him to answer. As the phone rings, I start to conceal things to say. I always had trouble apologizing, even though I really shouldn't…

After it rings a few times, he finally answers. He sounded scared. "Clare," He says sounding angry. "Where the hell are you?"

I look confused. "What are you talking about?" I ask him.

"I came over this morning and you weren't there. I'm worried."

I shake my head and smile a bit. I was glad that he cared about me. "I'm fine," I say weakly. "I'm here now."

He sighs in relief. "Where were you?"

I start to get a blank look on my face and say nervously, "I've been here, I've just been in my backyard thinking."

"…I just wanted to know if you were ok."

I smile. "I'm fine Eli."

"Good," His voice lightens up.

"Eli," I blurt out. "Sorry I've been acting weird." I continue. "I've just been going through a lot."

"I know," He says. "You're dad must be really affecting you. I can't imagine how hard that's been for you…I'm really sorry, Clare."

I look down and get choked up. "You have no idea," I barely let out.

"So," He changes the subject. "Have you found your ring yet?"

My heart fell to the pit of my stomach. "Uh," I start nervously. "Not yet."

"That's too bad." He says.

"Actually, I was just looking for it." I lie. "Yeah, I think it's gone for good."

He pauses for a second. "Well, I'm going to get going." He says. "I'll see you Monday."

I was so relieved he didn't ask anything about it. "Bye." I say and we both hang up.

He had no idea…