Well, a few of you suggested a second part (Cough Cough KitKat0219 cough cough), so I thought I'd write one about how Clare dealt with the death of her beloved Eli.
To answer a question, Eli asked Clare to read the letter later that way she wouldn't have had to be the one who found him, not because he wanted to wait to kill himself. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Also, I wanted to thank all of you for reviewing this story. It honestly means EVERYTHING to me. Seriously. you guys ARE THE BEST. I love you.
It was three days after my life was taken from me. Eli was my life, and he was taken from me. He was taken away at such a young age, and it wasn't fair. It truly wasn't.
Today was his funeral. I was supposed to go. I had to go. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. It was too soon. I heard a knock on my front door, and Adam was standing there, shaking. "Clare, I know I have to go, but I can't do it. I can't go alone." I pulled him into my arms and soaked his shirt with my tears, just as he was soaking mine.
"I know, Adam. I know." He pulled away, and I took his hand. We needed to go, but the only way we could do it was if we went together. I got in Adam's mom's mini-van, ignoring Mrs. Torres's worried glance back at me, and just sat in the back, in a ball, bawling my eyes out.
We pulled up to where the funeral was being held, and I felt three pairs of eyes looking at me. I looked up and noticed Drew, Adam's brother, was also in the car. He helped me out, telling me that it was all going to be okay. He was wrong. It wasn't going to be okay.
Drew and Mrs. Torres went to sit in the back, where practically Degrassi's whole population was sitting. Those people who tormented him, made his life hell, they were all here, acting as if they would miss him. That made me sick.
Adam and I walked towards the front, hand in hand. I walked up to CeCe, and she took me into her arms. She was crying, and so was I. "Clare, I'm so glad you came. Eli… well, despite what you may now believe, he really did love you." I nodded, and pulled away, going to find a seat with Adam. We sat in the back, not wanting to disturb Eli's family.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned around, seeing Sav, Alli, and Mr. and Mrs. Bhandari. I guess Alli had decided to come home now that a tragedy has happened. Alli took one look at me, and pulled me into her arms. "Clare," she whispered, "I'm so sorry this happened. I can't believe…" she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. I pulled away from her, and looked at my best friend. "I know, Alli. I just don't know what to say, either. I just can't believe he's really gone." She nodded, but I wasn't finished with my rant. "I'll never get to hear him laugh, never get his amazing editing skills, and he never even got to finish teaching me how to drive. I'll never get to see his smirk again. I'll never get to kiss him again. I'll never get to hear him tell me he loves me again." I was sobbing by this point, and Adam noticed and hugged me.
Sav looked towards me with sad eyes. Sav was like my big brother, and I knew he probably hated seeing me like this. He looked up at me and spoke. "Clare-Bear, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. No one does. You know if there's anything I can do for you, you just tell me and I'll do it, alright? No matter how big the favor, as long as it's possible, I'll do it. And, if it's not possible, I'll do my best to get it done anyway. We love you, Clare, and you're in our prayers." I nodded, thanking him, but there was nothing they could do. There was nothing anyone could do. Unless someone could turn back time and make me run after Eli that morning.
CeCe came to where I was sitting and beckoned me over to her. I walked over, slightly confused. She was Eli's mom, why was she so worried about his girlfriend? As hard as this was on me, I can't even imagine how hard it must have been on her. "Clare, I know how hard this must be for you, because I watched Eli go through the same thing. But Julia and Eli, well, Clare-Bear, they weren't anything like you and Eli. Julia made Eli happy, but you completed him." I felt a few more tears come to my eyes and hugged CeCe as tightly as I could. She hugged me back, but pulled away and looked at me. "I was wondering if you would say a few words about him. We don't really have a big family, and he didn't have very many friends, so that leaves you. I understand if you don't want to, I just thought I'd ask."
Wow. Telling all of these people about Eli seemed terrifying. But, it seemed like something that needed to be done. I nodded, and she directed me to where I was supposed to talk.
When the time came, to say I was nervous was an understatement. But, I wasn't nervous about talking in front of these people, because I didn't care what people thought. I didn't care about anything anymore. I was afraid I wouldn't do Eli justice. He was so amazing, and I couldn't put his amazingness into words. But, I had to try.
I got up to the microphone and took it in my hands, before facing all of the people. "Hi. I'm umm Clare, Clare Edwards. I am, well, I was Eli's girlfriend. I know a lot of you are here because you felt it was the right thing to do. But I'm going to tell you a few things about Eli, so maybe you can leave this place knowing him a little bit better." I looked over at CeCe, and, through her tears, she gave me a thumbs up in encouragement.
"Well, to say Eli was loving is an understatement. I know, a lot of you are probably thinking that I'm insane for saying so, but he really was, to the people he loved. He would do anything to stand up for a friend, even if that included almost getting stabbed in the process." I looked over at Adam, and he smiled up at me, urging me to continue. "Eli was sweet and caring, and he always worried about other's feelings before his own. But, he had a hard life.
As most of you know, his girlfriend was killed in a car accident about two years ago. That messed him up a lot. He had a lot of emotional issues due to that accident, but he dealt with them wonderfully.
Elijah Goldsworthy loved black, heavy metal music, skulls, and, of course, his hearse, Morty." This earned a few laughs out of the people in the audience, mostly towards the back, where all of the strangers were. "But, he also loved writing, poetry, dancing, and just being with his friends. He was protective of the people he loved, and, although sometimes it was taken to an extreme, it was always appreciated.
Eli and I were very close. I knew about all of his problems, and I tried to help him as best as I could. But, our relationship wasn't all drama. It was just fun. He was a fun person to be around. In fact, we met by him running over my glasses in Morty. We became friends when I was assigned him as my writing partner in English. Well, to say this is probably the corniest thing I have ever said, but I was a goner as soon as I looked into those jade-green eyes." I heard a few people sob, and some were smiling sadly at me. "I know what you're all probably thinking, you're young, you'll move on, be happy, you don't even know what love is. But with all of the problems Eli and I went through, I think what we had was love. It still is." I played with the ring he had given me again, and looked back up.
"I love Eli Goldsworthy with all of my heart. I always will. He was my perfect match, and I won't ever find another person quite like him again, I know that for a fact. So, all of you who really didn't know Eli, I'm asking you to leave her knowing the Eli that I knew. Not 'that emo Eli kid.' Because he was so much more than that. He is so much more than that. Thank you." I walked away from the microphone, and, before I even got down from the step I started bawling. Adam came up to get me, and dragged me back to my seat, but I ignored him, running outside. I couldn't do this. I couldn't go through this pain.
I wasn't strong enough for this. I couldn't be strong enough for this. I had to get away. I took a bus back to my house, and went into Darcy's room, looking for something in particular. I finally found it, her drawer of sharp razor blades that mom and dad never knew about. I took a deep breath, and put one of them against my wrists, cutting as deeply as I possibly could, before letting go and cutting again and again.
Everything was starting to get blurry.
This was the end, this was my end. The last thing I felt was blood surrounding me, before the life I previously called my own faded to black.
Someone asked in a review if Clare died. Yes, sadly, Clare comitted suicide because she couldn't even begin to imagine living without Eli.
I know. The ending was... depressing. But I warned it was depressing in the first chapter. I did write another ending, so if you want one that's a bit less.. tragic message me.. I personally like this ending better, because it shows something that makes the tragedy come to an end nicely. Thank you all for reading and REVIEWING(:
Also, this is the END of this story. What would the 3rd chapter even be about anyways? So yes, I'm marking this as complete, and there will be no third chapter added later. (: