Don't kill me for not updating much! D: But don't give up, I beg you please!
Blame school. :/ Giving me crap loads of homework and expecting me to do it all. IT IS PURE CRAP; I say we do a protest.
He-he, that'll never happen...
So October 8th is two weeks from tomorrow! I am uber excited for this! ;)
So I'm excited for this chapter. I just am kind of making it up as I go, so bare with me here.
God, I have a lot of OneRepublic song titles coming your way. What? Their music is great, and their music is inspiring.

Hello, world, hope you're listening.
Forgive me if I`m young or speaking out of turn.
But there`s someone that I`ve been missing,
and I think that they could be the better half of me.

Eli's POV

I saw him start to raise the knife a tiny bit. "Stop," I start losing my breath. "I'm serious."

"So am I," He says and pushes me back again. "You've had this coming for a while." I couldn't make out anymore words. I wanted to say something along the lines of: I never thought you were this much of a monster but then I would get sure of him stabbing me and that being it for good. "What's the matter emo boy? No smart-ass comments?" He asks and pushes me once more causing me to hit my back on the wall. There-fore I couldn't step back any further, which led my life to flash before my eyes.

I felt tears build up and had no time to stop them. I started to shake and become terrified. "Don't do this," I hardly let out.

He smirks his evil smirk. "Someone's got to shut you up."

Damnit. There I go again; thinking about that night. That horrid night. I've done some stupid things, but I've never been that close to dying.

I felt a small buzz in my pocket and pull out the source of the buzzing. I take a look at my phone and check my text messages.

1 new message from: Adam.

Eli? Did u die or something?

Oh Adam. I don't text back after about 20 minutes of a short nap and he's already on my ass.

No stupid. Even I need my beauty sleep. I reply back. Of coarse I'm always witty when I'm in a bad mood.

I haven't slept well these days. There has been a lot on my mind lately, all the way from the Night in Vegas. Two weeks with a small amount of sleep gets to you after a while.

But the painful sore from this couch gets to you quickly. Damnit.

My phone vibrates again. Really?

Oh, and look, it's from Adam! What a surprise.

I'm meeting Clare at the dot. U should come. Now's your chance!

Is it sad that I nearly thought about taking up on that chance? But sadly, I still needed my self-respect.

I reply back: I'm not desperate.

Less than a few seconds later, there comes another text.

But yet, u so r. ;)

I role my eyes. I am not desperate. Although my heart wanted her back so much. At the roll of my eyes, the clock pops up into my eyesight. 8:30 already? I haven't even started my essay that was due tomorrow!

I guess I'm just going to have to pull an all-nighter.

Hmmm. What to write about, what to write about. Ms. Dawes said that it can be anything we want. I always liked that, because then I don't have to write about an amateur topic that Ms. Dawes probably got from a Time magazine.

Its official: I had writers block. I, Eli Goldsworthy, had writers block. What has the world come to?

Then suddenly, it hit me. I knew what I needed to write about, but I was just too much of a coward to write it.

Just do it, Goldsworthy.

They`re in the wrong place, trying to make it right
And I`m tired of justifying

I've been dreading English all day and the day passed way to quickly. But when English came, I felt like a huge weight was about to be lifted off my shoulders.

I take my seat quietly and sit in silent for more than a few minutes until Adam walked in and took his seat next to me.

He glances over at my strained face and gives a polite grin. Although I appreciated his manners, I refused to look at him. I refused to look at anyone.

At the corner of my eye, I could see the look on his face looking slightly offended, but he knew exactly why I didn't want to talk to him. I just wanted to get this crap over with.

That familiar light tap of flats starts to slowly get louder and closer. A bag plops onto the desk behind me and I knew exactly who it was. Clare.

"Morning Clare," Adam says to her. No response. And I could tell Adam was started to steam up like a tea pot. He looks down at his hands and taps his fingers together. Poor guy.

"Okay class," Ms. Dawes basically yells from her seat. "Take out your stories and get into partners. You guys are going to be editing each other's papers."

Fuck. Those words stung as they stuck into my brain.

I turn back to Clare who looks completely disappointed. She lets out a small sigh. "Let's just do this, shall we?" She holds out her hand, signaling for me to give her my paper.

I reach into my bag and pull it out. I take a good look at it and think to myself. There goes my dignity.

I hold it out. "Don't laugh."

Clare's POV

Don't laugh? I look down at the paper and read the title That Certain Feeling.

Everybody has lost someone in their life. Maybe a best friend, maybe a family member, but losing someone close to you, maybe the closest person in your life, leaves a sting in your soul. It's as if someone took your heart and tears it into a thousand pieces. It's pitiful but it has happened to everyone ever since the beginning of time. We've all lost someone, someone we can't get back.

I think it was safe enough to say that I was completely speechless. A lump in my throat came, and then came the leakage of my tears.

"Well?" He asks me nervously.

"Uh," I say and think of something to say. "It's a little wordy." I say giving his flawless paper back to him.

"I know," He says and slams it back on the desk. "Not the best I've written."

"I didn't say it wasn't good."

"You didn't…" He shakes his head and holds out his hand.

"…What?"

He gives me an obvious look. "Your paper," He says raising an eyebrow.

"Oh," I say feeling my stupidity. I reach into my bag and pull out my paper and hand it to him.

Eli's POV

Just A Kid

We are all just kids inside, and that meaning that we don't quite understand what we are, and what our purpose is, a kid that doesn't hardly know how to speak their mind, maybe not even know when and how to speak about that something that is bugging you. A kid never wants to be caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and we just don't want to get caught making a stupid mistake like something that simple, and it may be held on you forever. We could be banned from sweets for a long while, and no child loves that. That one mistake is like a scar: It'll start to fade a small bit, but it will always be there. But that's life. We were built to make mistakes and made to be forgiven even if we feel that we don't feel that we don't deserve it. Maybe we don't feel anything at all. Maybe the people around our melancholy lives are just a blur to us. You know that something is there, someone, but you just can't quite understand who they are, or what they are, and why they are there, or if they are there for you. There to care for you. Maybe that someone or something is just there to whisper in your ear that everything will be okay in the long run, but when you know that really it isn't. That person could be the closest person in your life, or someone just about to step into that category.

I nod my head and try to make out words to say. "Wow," I chock out. "It's really good."

She slips the paper back into her hand. "Thanks."
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all i see is you and me
And the fight for you is all i've ever known ever known
So come home

I meant the "Come Home" part in a metaphorical sense. Meaning as in, she's better with him, so she needs to come back. (;