Note-I own nothing! I know this is kind of cliché, but I was watching the Degrassi movie and couldn't stop but think of what else could have happened in the movie instead of Ellie drinking. Perhaps, her self-harming peaking back out?

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"We ah, need to talk. You okay?" Craig looked at Ellie with minimal pity.

"What are you doing here?" Ellie asked, looking at him sadly.

"Look…I have this life here in LA. Its um, pretty perfect. Dream job, dream apartment. Great girlfriend…And all of a sudden, you show up. Then nothing seems so perfect anymore." His voice trembled and he looked at her carefully.

"Yeah, ha. See, that's what I do. I'm the one who messes up peoples lives. Why don't you just leave? Because, you'll just be better off." Ellies voice cracked as she stared at him.

"No, wait Ellie, no! That's not what I meant!"

Ellie walked away quickly, dropping the bottle of vodka that she had once known so well. It's funny that only years ago was a time when she was actually trying to get away from it. She didn't need a drink. Nothing, no drug nor alcohol would compare to the need that was tearing her apart. Because, as she had so bluntly said, she would always be a cutter. It didn't matter how long she stayed clean. Cutting was her drug, her natural painkiller. Her mother's idea of pain killing, it was nothing.

Numb, is what she wanted to feel. This pain that was ripping her apart, it didn't matter. She needed the physical stuff first. And she knew where to get it. Basics, she had realized long ago. Ecstasy was expensive. But a razor, or a compass, or perhaps even a piece of glass? They were everywhere, and as easy to get as a pizza.

She only had to go as far as Paiges house. Razors were easy enough to get. The bathroom upstairs, it probably had three of them. She ran upstairs quickly and grabbed one, gritting her teeth without much of a thought. She held the razor to her side and slipped it into her pocket. Looking around, she shut the door and went against it.

Then, she cried.

It wasn't a pathetic cry. No, not at all. This was one full of agony and rage. This was one full of every emotion, pulled into her heart and kept there. She had been expected to hold up. To stick up, even though her father no doubt would somehow mange to get himself killed. Post traumatic stress? No doubt her mother was already picking up another bottle. She had finished rehab, but it didn't always help.

Ellie knew that one well.

Marco was worried. Always worried. She loved him to death, because he was in fact like her own brother. He had accepted her, despite her past flaws. Never before had she met someone so caring and divine. Marco had been her one light while she tried to stop cutting. But he had his own life. He had more things to worry about. Sickening, she thought silently. I'm sickening. I put my worries on him.

Craig, in addition, was one of the few guys who had ever known her and betrayed her, again and again. But he understood her. He understood her more than perhaps even Marco had. She cried more, because Craig was also one of the many reasons she wanted to do this. Craig, who understood her. Craig, who was willing to listen. And Craig, who constantly stole her heart and returned it shattered. She shook her head and lowered herself down even more.

Crying sucked, but it worked. It made thing a little more clear.

Ellie took out the razor and stared at it. It wasn't beautiful, or anything of the like. If there was a word to describe that razor in her hand, it wasn't in the dictionary. It was in some other language, or must have been. Because beautiful, was not a way to describe the thing.

Taking in a deep breath, she slid it. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she had to try and not let out a yell of thanks. She had forgotten what the cut felt like. It was not a screaming feeling. It was not quite, though. It was a moderate, something that seemed normal and sane. Endorphins rushed through her body as she let out another sigh, and cut again. It wasn't usually her way, to do more than a few cuts. But it had been so long…And it felt nice to let out more and more releases.

By the time Marco and Craig found Ellie, she was barely awake. Pale and slinking, she didn't do anything more than allow herself to stay in Marcos clutches. He only stared at her. Craig, slowly paling himself, looked around franticly. In a mad rage, Marco looked up and growled at him.

"Go! Call 911 or something! Come on, dude! I told you, she's messed up. Go! You've done enough fucking damage, just fucking go!" He yelled, pointed to the door. He couldn't leave his best friend. And his anger to Craig was impossible. Holding her carefully, Marco managed to prop her up.

"I'm okay…Don't worry, Marco…I'm…Okay…" Coughing, Ellie opened her eyes only a little. Looking around for some sort of towel, Marco wrapped it around her wounded arm and held her close.

Craig dashed up and ran to the phone, dialing quickly and telling the person on the other line all of the info needed, Craig only kept himself together until the last second. He yelled into thin air, screaming and begging for some sort of help.

The party was long gone, having ended for about fifteen minutes. Everyone had already cleared, and so the house echoed with the utmost ease.

Paige had come up to see what the ruckus was, and her eyes met Craiges.

"What's your problem, hon? Got dumped by your girl?" Smirking, Paige walked over. She had actually softened to some degree, and couldn't help but make fun of the boy who had hurt one of her old time friends. Craig stared up again and looked carefully at Paige.

"She's hurt…Really bad…" Paige stared at him and her smirk fell.

"What did you do?" She said simply, suddenly remembering that this boy had once been an addict. Didn't they have anger problems, at times? Craig looked at his hands, and set his mouth.

"What the hell did you do?!" She screamed, getting closer. She stared intently at the man and her eyes bore into him.

"I…I…" Looking up quickly, tears were grazing his eyes. The room was blurry and dark to him, and he let in a breath.

Angered at the boy, Paige quickly left the room and stocked out, quickly looking for the girl. Although the house was large and navigating through it was difficult, sooner or later she found Marco and Ellie. Tears came to her eyes, and she walked out to wait for the ambulance. It came within minutes of her arriving downstairs, and took young Ellie in the seats.

Marco wouldn't leave his best friend.

Okay, then! I tried, and my muse is up for this movie. Would you like me to continue? If so, just leave a review ^^