A/N: I don't owe Degrassi or Pierce the Veil. I only own the computer I wrote this story on. Hopefully you guys will like it. It will be a multi chapter thing and reviews would help me out a lot.

Let's Go
I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever want to lose my best friend
I screamed out "God you vulture,
Bring her back or take me with her"

Clare Edwards wanted to feel beautiful again. Whenever she glanced in the mirror, an involuntary shudder ran down her spine and brought hot tears to her eyes. She was no longer the beautiful girl Eli Goldsworthy had fallen in love with almost three years ago. Instead, she could barely look at herself in the mirror and other people thought her to be something of a charity case.

Sometimes she really hated what her life had become after the accident. It seemed like yesterday every time her eyes closed, but it had been almost a year since she was almost killed.

The accident was left up to speculation because no one really knew what happened. Clare was driving to the grocery store for some milk and another car hit her head on. All she could remember was the sound of screeching breaks, the metal being crushed, and her body being consumed by flames. None of the memories were particularly pleasant, but they haunted her every moment. The car who had hit her disappeared so no charges could ever be brought against the driver who almost ended Clare's young life.

Clare was the one who suffered, not the one who deserved to though. She has sustained numerous injuries to her body; broken ribs, damaged heart, multiple bruises and contusions, and second degree burns to over 40% of her body. The accident made her ugly in her eyes and even after the healing process, they were still burn marks and scars on her body. Clare was marked by the accident permanently, and nothing could change the disgust she felt.

She tried her best to avoid any type of reflective surface and got ready everyday without really caring. She curled her auburn hair each day with care, but because she had done it so many times, there was no need to glance in the mirror to ensure the curls looked exactly the way Eli loved them. She still wanted to be the same girl he told had pretty eyes and the girl who made him shiver with desire.

Eli always said he still saw Clare the same he always had. Clare was the only one who singled herself and made herself into some type of monster. He promised her she was still beautiful, and he would love her forever and always. But it still hurt him to see the way she viewed herself and how she would recoil from his touch whenever he tried to make love to her. Eli understood Clare needed time to work through the emotions she was going through, but it was hard to watch his blue eyed girl slip away from him each day.

"I still think you're beautiful," Eli whispered as Clare stood at the mirror with tears streaming down her face. He traced his fingers along her creamy skin and tickled her collarbone.

Clare pushed him away and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "No. No. No. Stop it, Eli. I can't take you lying to me and pitying me because I am a freak now-"

Eli swept Clare into his arms and tried to hold her. He wanted to erase the hatred she was feeling and remind her of his love. Clare needed love and he wanted to give it to her. All he had done for the past year was reassure her she was still beautiful, but it never seemed to be enough. Eli cried sometimes when he was alone, knowing he could not fix Clare the way she had always done for him.

He even kissed her scars, the ones he thought made her even more beautiful because they told her tale of survival. How she had made it through the accident and come out on top. At least, he felt that way at first. Clare had been so strong in the beginning, but her resolve just tumbled down and she was left being a sad, angry shell of the woman he fell in love with.

Clare stiffened at his soft lips touching her burn marks and she saw his green orbs filled with love for her. But it wasn't enough anymore. Clare could not do this anymore.
Eli tried holding onto Clare, but she pushed him away. She pushed him with all of her strength and said, "I am done. I can't do this anymore."

Eli stared at her because he couldn't understand what why she was being like this. The two of them had been through so much together. His Bipolar Disorder, Asher Shostack, and all the other ups and downs they had faced. Eli had been Clare's rock and she had been his. Clare was no longer making sense and it scared him.

Then, it hit Eli right in his chest and almost brought him to his knees. Clare was leaving, and he was losing his best friend. The worst case scenario had come to be, and he had no way to stop her from leaving.

Eli watched as Clare silently packed her belongings and refused to even glance in his direction. She was just throwing things into her bag, her curls swinging back and forth as she moved quickly to pack her items. He sat down on their bed and watched as she removed every trace of her existence from their bedroom.

When she was finished, Clare placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and whispered, "I am going to stay with my mom for awhile. I promise I will call you in a few days." With that, she was gone.

Eli stared into the place where her makeup used to be, and he felt the tears running down his cheeks. Hot, angry tears and he didn't try to stop them. The release felt good...felt better than watching Clare walk out the door. But the anger was bubbling beneath t he surface and he couldn't contain it anymore.

He stared up at the ceiling and screamed, "God, you vulture, bring her back or take me with her." Eli, who didn't believe in God, was screaming at nothing, but the release felt. He glanced around the room at the emptiness of Clare and the anger got even worse.

Clare left. Clare left. Clare left. A little voice taunted him. And she is probably never coming back.

Eli shut the voice out by destoying every memory of Clare in their bedroom.