This is my first ever Degrassi story, so please bear with me. I've already got done through several chapters and yes, the story builds up. The first chapter is not very exciting, because we see a flashback and something else, but it builds up as the read continues. I did try, however. After the flashback the story takes place a day after the episode 'Another Brick In The Wall', but the parts might be confusing. Anyway here it is, I hope you enjoy my first story, and it will indeed get better.

Disclamer: The story is the only thing I own. I don't own Degrassi or any of it's characters.

'The Girl Who Sold the World' - A Degrassi Fanfiction

Chapter One: Slowly But Surely

Change is an element that we all, as human beings must experience sometime in our lives. Anything can cause change, even the smallest of things. Change is something we experience, and in some cases can benefit from, but in other cases it is quite the opposite.

The students at Degrassi Community High School are a very good example of individuals who have experienced much life changing moments. Whether it be the shooting, the death of JT Yorke, or the eventual merge with Lakehurst, these all have changed the way the students have lived for quite some time.

Darcy Edwards has gone through change, and in her case it wasn't for the better. Since first coming to Degrassi it is safe to assume she didn't expect the worst to happen to her. Darcy, sadly enough, was raped at a party, and from them she has been trying her best to find herself after it. She found it hard to tell anyone about it and even to think about it. She had been mentally scarred for the rest of her life.

One day however, she found the courage to spread the word about her rape in front of a support group that she and Peter, her boyfriend, were suggested to attend. This group was actually a camp, made specifically to assist them with their own personal issues.

"It's an empty chair.." Darcy said, staring down a wooden, maroon chair.

"Pretend he's there. Tell the douchebag how you feel." Peter Suggested. A chair was held in front of her and she was given the chance to pretend like she was talking to the person who took so much from her. It was difficult for her to even bring it up, but she pictured the man who stole her innocence and her pride away from her.

"You stole everything that was important to me." Darcy said with the anger and frustration building up in her eyes. "You raped me."

The looks of disbelief and amazement were common on the other kids in the group. Maybe her rebellious actions were starting to make sense to everyone now.

"..And I never even saw your face. I feel dirty, and I've tried and tried to erase it, but I can't." She said. The tears were building up in her eyes as Peter's hand reached over to hold hers in comfort. She had just taken a huge step in the recovery process by revealing this in front of the people in the group. The group's purpose was to help the troubled kids, ones with major issues in their life, but none of them could imagine having an issue like that on their shoulders as she did.

After that session she earned respect and sympathy of those in the group. Johnny DiMarco, who was in the group, tried his hardest not to taunt Darcy as he once did in the past. However this sympathy and respect was only around the group, and the people she told. To everyone else she was just known as a sinful Christian girl who accused Mr. Simpson of inappropriate behavior and as a girl who is with someone known for videotaping certain girls taking their tops off.

Mr. Simpson was cleared of these accusations a while later, but things were not the same. He was the target of many 'pedophile' jokes made towards him, despite Darcy trying to spread the truth. Even when she tried to tell the real story, no one believed her. Mr Simpson tried to forgive her, but she had done alot of damage. Life and career changing damage, which would be very difficult to repair.

As one normal school day progressed, the students went on with their chatter as Darcy leaned back in a chair across from the guidance counselor, Ms. Sauvé. They agreed to see each other three times a week. Well, Sauvé and Darcy's mother agreed. In the room the two were separated by a desk, but Ms. Sauvé felt they were spiritually separated, but by a wall. She felt the wall was chipped off at the top, slowly trying to come down, but something was still there.

"I really wish I didn't say that about him." Darcy said, with lots of guilt. "I mean, he's Mr. Simpson, and he doesn't do anything wrong."

"While I don't really commend what you did, you were probably very stressed and pressured then, weren't you?"

"Who says I'm still not.."

Ms. Sauvé smiled at Darcy in a comforting way. Darcy looked back and tried to strike a grin of her own, but she couldn't find herself to do it.

"Well, what's stressing you, Darcy? What's giving you all this pressure?"

"It's nothing really. Just the normal stuff I guess."

"What's the normal stuff?"

"You know..school, work, boys.."

"Boys?"

"Yeah. I--I had a fight with my boyfriend before I accused Mr. Simpson."

"Oh, I see. So is that why you accused him?"

Darcy shook her head, looking down in shame. Darcy knew the real reason why she felt the stress and pressure, or rather, what it was stemming from and it wasn't because Peter left her.

"Darcy, it's okay. I'm here to help you." Ms. Sauvé said.

Darcy already felt a sense of relief when she came forward about her rape to the group, but she wasn't really trying to tell anyone else. She was trying to get her life back to normal, and she hoped it would after this fiasco with Mr. Simpson faded down. After all she wasn't in counseling because of the rape

"Okay, we don't have to talk about that right now if you don't want to, but I'd like to know later on. I think the reason why you felt the stress and pressure, also with the reason why you accused Mr. Simpson is probably why you cut yourself. But we don't have to talk about that yet, besides, we've got another two days this week so I'm pretty sure I can beat it out of you then." Ms. Sauvé said, putting on a smile. Darcy struck a small smile of her own at the joke, as Sauvé looked at the clock.

"Thank you. I wish I had another bouquet of flowers for you but I'm broke." Darcy said, smiling a little.

She laughed. "All I want is for you to not hurt yourself and be happy. I'm pretty sure your friends and family want the same for you too. We're all here for you if you need."