Alright, let me first say that I'm REALLY SORRY for not posting soon. The never ending battle of school and me just took the WORST turn ever and it literally FORCED me to stop writing. I'm sorry :( Blame my science teacher for giving me the most RIDICULOUS project right before graduation.

Well, other than that, I did get this sent to my beta EFlareDegrassi and got it uploaded ASAP, and here it is :)

Oh yes and a little reminder for those that forgot something, JT is still alive, I kinda just threw him and Liberty into the last chapter because I missed him so much and he just popped in my head. So yeah, if that confused anybody... sorry ^~^

Oh yeah, before I let you read this, I want to say thank you to all those that have been extremely patient with this story. Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, alerts, everything. It means SOOOOO much :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, but I do own a bunch of thick bracelets :)

Chapter 4:

Later on, I woke up on a soft bed. My head was hurting, my arms were numb, and my legs were hurting as well, overall, everything on me hurts. It felt like someone hit me with a truck, and the impact smashed every part of my body. I look around the room I was in. It was filled with posters and pictures, very much unlike my home. Then I noticed something, I wasn't home, nor was I outside. I'm in a place I've never been in. I was kidnapped.

When I moved from the bed, I feel pain shoot through me. It paralyzed all my body, and I feel my breath shorten. I've never experienced pain like this; not even after the fights I'm in. I always get stiff or sore, but I'm never paralyzed. I let a groan escaped my lips, and heard pounding in response. Someone is here with me, that can't be good. Down the stairs to the right was a boy, no bigger than me. he walked to me. He had short brown hair that came to his ears, and brown eyes. I stiffen up, and then force myself to sit upright. I have to get away from here.

The boy approaches me and touches my forehead. It tempts me to bite his arm then ask him where I am. To my disappointment, I kept still. He removes his hand from my forehead and goes over to a cabinet slightly similar to mine. I begin to flash back to when Clare smashed the bottle of vodka over my head. He's probably going to do the same thing by the looks of it... Instead of a bottle of vodka, he pulls out a small white bottle with a pink label, and a bottle of water. I look at him quizzically and prepare myself to attack him. If he's not going to smash a bottle of vodka on my head, then he's going to poison me with whatever is in that bottle, I thought to myself.

The boy opens the small white bottle and empties it out into his hand. What is it? He then hands one to me and the bottle of water; ordering me to take it. I glare at him, then use every ounce of my power to pounce on him. We topple to the ground, and he curses at me. "Stupid boy! Take the medicine!" He says and I punch him in the stomach.

I grab his collar and yank his face up to me, "Where am I?" I growl at him, and he pushes me off of him. The boy mutters more curses and then dusts himself off. "Did you hear me! I said, where am I!" I yelled at him and he glared at me. I feel pain shoot through my body and I hit the ground like a brick. My eyes begin closing no matter how much I try to resist. The last thing I see is that boy's face, no longer a glare, but looking at me with pity.

"Poor kid." He says softly.

The next time I awake I see a girl sitting next to the bed I'm laying on. She's not Clare. The girl has dark skin, and long brown hair; she's pretty. I look at her and try my best to smile—I think I like her better than the boy that was here earlier—and she smiles back at me. "How are you feeling?" She asks touching my face with a wet rag. I didn't answer her. "I guess that medicine we gave you earlier made you antsy." She wipes my face gently.

"Where am I?" I croak. My throat is hurting, and it's preventing me from talking. The girl gives me a light smile. She tells me not to worry about it, and I'll be better soon, I just have to sleep. Hearing that made me think of my insomnia, I can't sleep, even when I'm tired.

The girl placed a light kiss on my forehead.

Suddenly, I felt myself drift off.

It was dark the next time I awoke. The room I was in is pitch black, I can't see anything. I do feel better though. I'm not paralyzed with pain, and I feel slightly regenerated. Slowly, I sit up and feel around for the floor. I don't find it, but I find something smooth instead. It was light in color—bright enough to be seen that is—and was folded in half. I unfolded it and inside were things I couldn't exactly see. I ran my fingers over them and recognized that these were letters.

I felt over each individual letter...

Get well soon. From Liberty and J.T.

"Look who's up," The lights turned on, and I saw the dark skinned girl enter the room. "How are you feeling now?" She asks.

"Better. I can sleep now" I answer getting out of bed. No pain followed after that. "Whatever you did, thanks." I open the window and begin to climb out of it, only for the girl to yell at me. She scolds me for trying to leave, which I roll my eyes at. "Nobody needs to look after me, now, can I go home?" I said tiredly glancing back at the window.

"You can't leave. Your wounds haven't healed completely," The girl insists and I sighed. I'm used to not healing completely. If I do fully heal, I just get hurt the next day, so what does it matter. I look into her softened eyes in sigh. I gave in and sat back on the bed. "You don't have parents do you? It looks like you haven't eaten in days" She asks and I stiffen up immediately.

I'm hit with realization. Where the heck is my journal!

I jump to my feet and look around the room. Terror is rushing through my veins. Nobody can find that journal, it has my secrets in it, secrets that people can't know. People will know that I'm an orphan, they'll know about my neglect when I was younger, oh man, if people read my journal...they'll find out everything! I can't let that happen to me. They'll call the government, and they'll take me away! I'll get put up for adoption!

"What are you looking for!" The girl asks me as I run around the room.

"A leather journal with a big skull on it! I need to find it!" I shouted.

"Oh, the notebook. My boyfriend J.T. has it," she says calmly and I look at her. I'm unable to think straight now. My mind is reeling, and I can't make it stop. "You've met J.T. before, apparently you attacked him before I came in." She said placing her finger on her chin in thought.

I didn't care what she had to say after that.

I ran out the room and looked for J.T.

Sorry this chapter is so short. I couldn't figure out where to go after that so I ended it there.

Hopefully, I'll get a chance to write because I'm getting out of school early all this week, and I'm graduating :) So I'll have some downtime.

Leave me some suggestions if you want :) Thanks bye bye :D :D