A/N: A grim what-if: If Darcy had waited to slit her wrist and nobody had come to the rescue.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Degrassi.

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I : I just want to help you through this.

He puts his arm around her shoulders and she leans into the touch gratefully.

"This isn't going to define your whole life, you know," he says lightly. She turns to look at him. "You're better than this. Rape doesn't count."

She flinches at the word but smiles anyway.

"I know that, Peter," she says back. He leans down and kisses her solidly.

II : Aren't you supposed to be talking to the counselor?

They're standing at the front doors of Degrassi one Friday when his hand slips out of hers intentionally.

She looks at him, questioningly: "Peter? Aren't we going to Manny's?"

He looks at her strangely, like she forgot her head or something. "You have to talk to Ms. Suave today, don't you?"

She starts to shake her head, but-

"Don't worry Darce, I'll tell everyone not to wait up."

He kisses her, but the door slams anyway.

III : The problem is, I didn't.

She's decided that maybe he just misses the Darcy that would kiss him up against walls or on a stranger's bed and takes initiative.

She rips her tank top off and molds her body to his. His hands are big and warm on her skin and she starts to burn inside.

When his fingers start to inch below the waist of her pants she twitches and shoves him.

"You know I'm not ready for that," she spits out. He's always pushing.

A dark look, and then: "Maybe I am."

This time he doesn't kiss her, but the door still slams shut.

IV : I'm done with your bullshit.

"You can't mope around the rest of your life, Darcy," he's yelling.

She shakes her head. "I'm not moping, Peter! I'm sorry if I've lost my spirit, okay? I'm just not in the mood for-"

"No! You don't get it." He shakes his head bitterly. "That's the problem. You're never in the mood. It's always 'Peter, stop' or 'I just can't, Peter', and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you."

He glares at her and her faith is broken once more with one solid gunshot from his mouth.

"I'm done."

V : That's what you get when-

She supposes that after a while rape victims are supposed to move on.

But she's stuck in the dust with no friends and no support and everybody is getting fed up, she can tell, but she just-

She can't get over it. She has nightmares every night and she wakes up screaming and her mom has stopped coming in to comfort her.

Her sister sleeps on the couch.

The world is done with her, so she picks up a knife and is done with the world.

VI : Didn't you see this coming?

"Time of death, 4:45 A.M. Suicide. Cause of death: blood loss."

Darcy's parents are crying and Peter is biting his fist as he watches the stretcher load into the ambulance.

Darcy hadn't come to school, and maybe for once he was feeling a little guilty about what he's done, and he went to make a call and check up on her, but for what?

He backs away as Mrs. Edwards collapses on the pavement and turns to run into the rising sun.

His fault.