Wow, I just thought of that chapter as I was writing it. Now I have the ending chapter figured out. This is going to be great guys. No, this isn't the last chapter. We've still got a ways to go. (: So this song Cut that I am listening to is really inspiring for this chapter, so I'm going to kind of go by the lyrics. (:

I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore
A fragile flame aged
Is misery
And when our hearts meet
I know you see

My heart dropped the pit of my stomach. "No," I whimper shaking my head. "No, you can't do that to me!"

"Bu—

"But, nothing, mom! You've only known this guy for 6 weeks!" She stood there in disbelief of my crying eyes that shortly after became narrowed in a death glare. "How could you do that to me?"

She says nothing, but just stands there next to Kurt and reaches for his hand which disgusted me.

I shake my head. "Look at yourself…This is pathetic. You don't love him mom, you're just desperate."

I run back up the stairs and close my room locking it. My breath started to become shorter and shorter as I felt as if I was having some sort of panic attack, but that I didn't care for. The only on my mind right now was to get the anger out.

The first thing I could find was a small glass heart shaped box that I got for my 2nd birthday from my so-called mom. I didn't want it anymore, so the quickest solution was to throw it against the white wall of my bedroom. The glass shattered quickly on my wall which scared me to death. I didn't want to be Clare Edwards anymore. Now's the time that I wanted to live a perfect life even though that wasn't humanly possible.

I lean on the back of my bed and cry into my knees. It couldn't be possible to live such a horrible life.

This time I didn't care what was right or wrong. I needed to let the anger out.

I pull out my bag under my bed and take out those familiar scissors that I had before my little sessions with Ms. Suvae. My conscience was telling me not to do it, but I knew I had to. I knew that this was the only way.

I take the scissors to my wrist and then take it from vein to vein, although I am much too weak to actually break one. All I was capable of doing is break the skin, which I knew I needed more of.

A thudding noise rings into my ears and I notice that someone was at the door. "What?" I yell out still shaking.

"…It's Kurt."

No, no, no. I shake my head and slip on a long sleeve shirt. I creep over to the door and open it. He stands there motionless. "What?" I ask stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind me.

"I thought that I should be the one to come talk to you."

"You thought wrong." I say starting to shut the door, but his grip grabs a hold of it and swings it back. That startled me.

"Just listen." He says more aggressively this time. "We are tired of your behavior."

I laugh in disbelief. "Wow," I say sarcastically. "Last time I checked you weren't my father."

He raises an eyebrow looks even more pissed than before. His angry look becomes worse as seconds passed by. He then pulls my shoulders back against the wall quiet enough that my mother wouldn't hear. "You listen here you little brat, your mom is happy. Don't ruin it like you always seem to do."

I couldn't break free of his strong grip that was starting to hurt my shoulders. It held onto me like I had no way out. "Got it?" He says quietly but intimidating.

I nod my head, still shivering in fear, and holding back my tears. "Got it," I answer and then refuse to look him in the eyes. "Now let go." I say calmly.

He lets go of his grip and then trots back downstairs. Then there came the water works again. I felt my shoulder and could feel the pain burning it.

I needed to get out of here for real this time.

I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut

I run down the stairs and out the door not even acknowledging my mother and Kurt yelling out my name. I could never face Kurt, and the thought of moving in with him killed me inside.

I run down the street, as fast as I could, and I didn't dare to look back. I didn't dare to try going back now, because this time it was real. I was in deep shit this time.

The only problem was that I didn't know where I was even going. Somewhere where my mother least expects. For the first time this week, I really wanted to see Eli.

Eli's POV

A knock goes on the door. That was odd. No one bothers to come here anymore.

I lift myself from the couch and trudge my tired self over to the door.

I open it and notice an unexpected surprise.

"Clare?" I ask. "What are you doing here?" I tried my best not to have such a cold tone.

She looks up with her eyes looking red and swollen. "I-I'm sorry," She stutters. "I shouldn't have even come.

"No," I say holding her arm to stop her. "What's going on?"

She's faced away from me, but I knew that her head was shaking. "I'm moving." She says not even turning to me.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing right then and there. "What?" I ask. This couldn't be true. I couldn't be hearing this.

She turns around to face me. "To Virginia." She adds.

I shake my head, still not believing what I'm hearing. "Why?"

She sniffles and then wipes a tear from her eye. "It's Kurt."

"Who's Kurt?" I was obviously clueless.

"My mom's new boyfriend," She crosses her arms. "He wants us to move with him to Virginia."

"You can't just move." The thought of her moving and the look on her face made me want to cry also. I couldn't lose Clare like this.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?"

I had no answers for her this time, but I still just couldn't let her move away from here.

She opens her mouth to speak again. "I've lived in Toronto all my life and now I'm leaving just like that…" She looks down and shakes her head again. "I'm in a living hell, Eli. I hate this."

"Clare," I say holding her shoulders. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

She breathes in hard as if she was in pain. I slowly move my hands off her shoulders. "Clare, is something else wrong?"

She takes a seat on the front step and I follow after taking a seat next to her. "He came upstairs slammed me against the wall."

My jaw fell to the floor this time. "He hurt you?"

She nods her head lightly and then I saw more tears fall down her face. No one should have to deal with this, especially Clare. "I can't tell my mom," She starts. "Or she'll think I'm lying. And I'm afraid if I do, he'll get mad and—

She stops right there and then cries more. "I don't know what to do." She finalizes.

"Maybe you should tell your mom anyways. Maybe she'll believe you."

"She's so infatuated with Kurt that she'll be too blind to believe me."

"It's worth a try…" I say.

She looks up to me. "I can't go back there Eli," She says. "I just can't."

"Then," I start. "You can stay here."

She raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

I chuckle. "It's not like I'm going to try and seduce you," I start and she laughs. "That would be taking advantage of you."

She gives a smile. This time for real. "Thanks." She says.

I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye