another writing on the wall (craig/ellie fic)
Another update on Another Writing on the Wall. Previous chapters can be found in the past entry below.
Chapter V: Kiss- Ellie's aftermath of her mother's drunken being, an encounter with Angie and a kiss from Craig? Done in Ellie's POV.
Another Writing on the Wall
Rated: R for language, some violence, adult content, sexual content, dark themes, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character from Degrassi. I really wish I did though.
A/N: There is a sequel in the works and if you think this fic is full of drama, wait until the sequel. Sneak peaks of the next chapter are over at my livejournal. Keep a look out for that. Here goes chapter V, done in Ellie’s POV.
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Chapter V: Kiss
(Ellie’s POV)
I laid there on the bathroom floor for hours, not moving. The blood had dried up on my skin. And I discovered on the floor too. I wiped away the stained tears from my face and sighed. When I got up, I looked into the mirror again. I didn’t feel like me again. I turned on the faucet and ran cold water. Once I washed off the blood from my arms and the floor, I cleaned the razor.
It did the trick.
I hid it back inside the power concealer and put it back in the cabinet. I cleaned myself up and was ready to face the world again. Or at least face my mother. I pretended as if nothing happened. I went back to my room and shut the door behind me. Sitting on the bed, I picked up my guitar and held it. This instrument used to keep me sane enough to not cut myself. But I had no inspiration. Nothing was helping me deal with everything. And I hated that.
I looked over at the clock. It was getting late. I pulled out my diary from under my mattress and put my guitar down in the corner. I threw the diary on the bed and began to undress myself to get into my pjs. I saw the new scars I made on my arm again. They were slowly healing.
I pulled out my black pjs and put them on. Everything I owned was black. It matched my mood and my life.
Throwing myself on the bed, I ended up writing a few lines in my diary. They didn’t make any sense. They were uncompleted. I tried not to stress over it and didn’t. I turned the lights off and got into bed. But my cell went off.
I recognized the ringtone. It was Marco’s.
“Yeah?” I asked him.
“Hey, El, I was making sure you got home okay.” He told me. Marco was such a worrywart but it was good enough for me that he did worry.
“Yes, Marco, I’m fine.” Another lie I told him.
“Good. Well you and I shall hang out tomorrow with Jimmy. He and Hazel got into another fight.” Marco suggested to me. Poor Jimmy. He’s been fighting with Hazel on and off since the summer started.
“Yeah, we can do that.” I said to him.
“Okay, I’ll tell Jimmy that you agreed to come with us. I’ll see you around.” Marco said.
“Bye.” I said to Marco and hung up my phone. I set it down on the nightstand and got deep under the covers. They were cold. I moved around to get comfortable and found a spot with my back facing away from my bedroom door. I heard footsteps.
“Ellie?” it was a knock at the door and it was my mother’s voice. No, no go away, please. I was begging her from inside. I heard the door crack open and closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep. She called me again. “Ellie?”
I didn’t reply back to her. She caused me too much pain already. It would hurt more if I said something now. After she got the message that I was “asleep,” she left and closed the door. I let out a deep sigh I was holding in. And for some reason, I started to cry again. And my pillow became wet from my tears.
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It was Sunday. And mom was out again. I sat around the house. I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a brown shirt over it that was short sleeved. My hair was in a ponytail and I was wearing black jeans. I sat on the couch, thinking to myself. I had to get out of the house.
“I have to get out of here.” I said out loud. I picked up my keys to the house and left that place I called a home. I walked around the neighborhood before I came to the park. It wasn’t far from the school or the ravine. Just right in between. I threw on my black jacket and sat down on a bench.
There weren’t a lot of people around, which was what I wanted.
I kept my head down and kept myself busy in my thoughts. I didn’t notice that a figure was standing there in front of me.
“Excuse me, I was wondering, are you okay?” the voice sounded young. I looked up and there was a girl who was probably around 10. She was wearing a bright red sweatshirt and blue jeans with her hair in a ponytail. It was curly hair.
“Um, yeah, I’m fine.” I told her. I gave her a weak smile.
“Well miss, I was just wondering cause you looked sad.” She told me. How could a 10-year-old see that? I didn’t even know who she was.
“Angie!” I saw the girl jump and cringe.
“My brother is gonna be mad at me.” She told me. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Why?” I asked her.
“Because I ran off.” She told me.
“Well where’s your brother?” I asked her. I sat up against the bench and crossed my legs.
“Over there.” She pointed to some guy in the distance who looked a lot like Craig!
“There you are, I cannot keep going around this park looking for you.” Craig said to her. He saw me and stopped in mid-sentence. “Ellie, what a nice surprise.” He gave me a smile. For some reason, that smile was comforting.
“Yeah same here.” I told him. Angie looked at the both us and had a confused look on her face.
“Craig, you know her?” she asked him. She was cute.
“Remember Ashley?” Craig asked her. She nodded her head. “This is her best friend, Ellie.” Angie smiled at me and waved.
“I’m Angela but Craig and daddy call me Angie.” She told me.
“Nice to meet you Angie.” I told her. “I’m Eleanor but everyone calls me Ellie.” I gave her a soft smile.
“Craig, can I go play on the swings? Please?” She gave him a sad puppy face. Craig rolled his eyes and said that she could. “Yay!” she said bye to me and headed directly to the swings.
“She seems quite hyper.” I said to Craig. He sat down next to me on the bench. And I let him.
“She’s very excited.” He laughed. “But she’s all that I have. Included Joey but despite me being bossy to her, I do love her.” He said to me. Our eyes met.
“She seems taken by you. I guess it must be heaven when your step brother is involved in all the trouble and she isn’t.” I said to him. He just laughed a little and looked back at Angie, who was swinging on the swings.
“So did you hear about Jimmy and Hazel?” Craig asked me. I nodded my head yes.
“Yeah, Marco told me. It sucks I guess. To be in a relationship and not having the other person be there for you.” I said. I guess it hit a nerve because I felt Craig moving closer to me.
“I should know, right? I mean, I’m the poster child of relationships gone wrong.” Craig said against me. I felt goosebumps come over me.
“You’re not the only one.” I tugged at my jacket before facing him again.
And all I said about Craig went away from my mind once his lips touched mine. And I didn’t pull away. It started off soft when our lips touched. Barely touched each other.
Craig Manning, you are one hell of a kisser.
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Chapter V: Kiss- Ellie's aftermath of her mother's drunken being, an encounter with Angie and a kiss from Craig? Done in Ellie's POV.
Another Writing on the Wall
Rated: R for language, some violence, adult content, sexual content, dark themes, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character from Degrassi. I really wish I did though.
A/N: There is a sequel in the works and if you think this fic is full of drama, wait until the sequel. Sneak peaks of the next chapter are over at my livejournal. Keep a look out for that. Here goes chapter V, done in Ellie’s POV.
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Chapter V: Kiss
(Ellie’s POV)
I laid there on the bathroom floor for hours, not moving. The blood had dried up on my skin. And I discovered on the floor too. I wiped away the stained tears from my face and sighed. When I got up, I looked into the mirror again. I didn’t feel like me again. I turned on the faucet and ran cold water. Once I washed off the blood from my arms and the floor, I cleaned the razor.
It did the trick.
I hid it back inside the power concealer and put it back in the cabinet. I cleaned myself up and was ready to face the world again. Or at least face my mother. I pretended as if nothing happened. I went back to my room and shut the door behind me. Sitting on the bed, I picked up my guitar and held it. This instrument used to keep me sane enough to not cut myself. But I had no inspiration. Nothing was helping me deal with everything. And I hated that.
I looked over at the clock. It was getting late. I pulled out my diary from under my mattress and put my guitar down in the corner. I threw the diary on the bed and began to undress myself to get into my pjs. I saw the new scars I made on my arm again. They were slowly healing.
I pulled out my black pjs and put them on. Everything I owned was black. It matched my mood and my life.
Throwing myself on the bed, I ended up writing a few lines in my diary. They didn’t make any sense. They were uncompleted. I tried not to stress over it and didn’t. I turned the lights off and got into bed. But my cell went off.
I recognized the ringtone. It was Marco’s.
“Yeah?” I asked him.
“Hey, El, I was making sure you got home okay.” He told me. Marco was such a worrywart but it was good enough for me that he did worry.
“Yes, Marco, I’m fine.” Another lie I told him.
“Good. Well you and I shall hang out tomorrow with Jimmy. He and Hazel got into another fight.” Marco suggested to me. Poor Jimmy. He’s been fighting with Hazel on and off since the summer started.
“Yeah, we can do that.” I said to him.
“Okay, I’ll tell Jimmy that you agreed to come with us. I’ll see you around.” Marco said.
“Bye.” I said to Marco and hung up my phone. I set it down on the nightstand and got deep under the covers. They were cold. I moved around to get comfortable and found a spot with my back facing away from my bedroom door. I heard footsteps.
“Ellie?” it was a knock at the door and it was my mother’s voice. No, no go away, please. I was begging her from inside. I heard the door crack open and closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep. She called me again. “Ellie?”
I didn’t reply back to her. She caused me too much pain already. It would hurt more if I said something now. After she got the message that I was “asleep,” she left and closed the door. I let out a deep sigh I was holding in. And for some reason, I started to cry again. And my pillow became wet from my tears.
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It was Sunday. And mom was out again. I sat around the house. I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a brown shirt over it that was short sleeved. My hair was in a ponytail and I was wearing black jeans. I sat on the couch, thinking to myself. I had to get out of the house.
“I have to get out of here.” I said out loud. I picked up my keys to the house and left that place I called a home. I walked around the neighborhood before I came to the park. It wasn’t far from the school or the ravine. Just right in between. I threw on my black jacket and sat down on a bench.
There weren’t a lot of people around, which was what I wanted.
I kept my head down and kept myself busy in my thoughts. I didn’t notice that a figure was standing there in front of me.
“Excuse me, I was wondering, are you okay?” the voice sounded young. I looked up and there was a girl who was probably around 10. She was wearing a bright red sweatshirt and blue jeans with her hair in a ponytail. It was curly hair.
“Um, yeah, I’m fine.” I told her. I gave her a weak smile.
“Well miss, I was just wondering cause you looked sad.” She told me. How could a 10-year-old see that? I didn’t even know who she was.
“Angie!” I saw the girl jump and cringe.
“My brother is gonna be mad at me.” She told me. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Why?” I asked her.
“Because I ran off.” She told me.
“Well where’s your brother?” I asked her. I sat up against the bench and crossed my legs.
“Over there.” She pointed to some guy in the distance who looked a lot like Craig!
“There you are, I cannot keep going around this park looking for you.” Craig said to her. He saw me and stopped in mid-sentence. “Ellie, what a nice surprise.” He gave me a smile. For some reason, that smile was comforting.
“Yeah same here.” I told him. Angie looked at the both us and had a confused look on her face.
“Craig, you know her?” she asked him. She was cute.
“Remember Ashley?” Craig asked her. She nodded her head. “This is her best friend, Ellie.” Angie smiled at me and waved.
“I’m Angela but Craig and daddy call me Angie.” She told me.
“Nice to meet you Angie.” I told her. “I’m Eleanor but everyone calls me Ellie.” I gave her a soft smile.
“Craig, can I go play on the swings? Please?” She gave him a sad puppy face. Craig rolled his eyes and said that she could. “Yay!” she said bye to me and headed directly to the swings.
“She seems quite hyper.” I said to Craig. He sat down next to me on the bench. And I let him.
“She’s very excited.” He laughed. “But she’s all that I have. Included Joey but despite me being bossy to her, I do love her.” He said to me. Our eyes met.
“She seems taken by you. I guess it must be heaven when your step brother is involved in all the trouble and she isn’t.” I said to him. He just laughed a little and looked back at Angie, who was swinging on the swings.
“So did you hear about Jimmy and Hazel?” Craig asked me. I nodded my head yes.
“Yeah, Marco told me. It sucks I guess. To be in a relationship and not having the other person be there for you.” I said. I guess it hit a nerve because I felt Craig moving closer to me.
“I should know, right? I mean, I’m the poster child of relationships gone wrong.” Craig said against me. I felt goosebumps come over me.
“You’re not the only one.” I tugged at my jacket before facing him again.
And all I said about Craig went away from my mind once his lips touched mine. And I didn’t pull away. It started off soft when our lips touched. Barely touched each other.
Craig Manning, you are one hell of a kisser.
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