Disclaimer: Don't own HSM or any of the characters in the movie.

AN: Okay so after my first fanfic was a disaster I decided to write about experiences more close to me. So this story is about an experience I can relate to more than you will ever know.

That one day changed her life forever.

And now she is going to tell all about that day.

First off, I am Gabriella Montez. I am 19 years old and just finished High School last year. My Senior Graduation was supposed to be perfect. Everything in my life was going just the way it was supposed to for any senior student. I had good grades, an amazing boyfriend, a wonderful family and awesome friends. And it was perfect, until that day.

It started out like any other Saturday morning. I had just gone over to my boyfriend's house because I was planning on spending the day with him. When I got there he was still asleep so I got the wonderful pleasure of waking him up. Note the sarcasm. He was an 18 year old boy; of course he didn't want to wake up on a Saturday morning. Anyways, once I woke him up he grabbed so clean clothes and went into the bathroom to shower.

I sat in his room looking around like I had many times before until I heard some banging coming from the bathroom. The shower wasn't even running yet but this banging just wouldn't stop. I got up and knocked on the door.

"Troy?"

No Answer.

"Troy?" I asked again more nervous. Troy's mother Lucille must have heard the banging to because next thing I new she was beside me also knocking on the door.

"TROY!!" We both kept yelling his name until we realized that something must be wrong. Lucille yelled at me to grab something to get the door open so I went to Troy's room and searched frantically for anything, anything that would open the door. And that's when I heard it. The sound that will haunt me for ever. It was the most bloodcurdling scream anyone could ever imagine. The scream of a mother finding her only son unconscious on his bathroom floor with lips turning bluer every second. As soon as I rejoined Lucille by the bathroom I almost fainted at the sight.

"CALL 911!!" Lucille screamed into my ear.

I responded instantly and flew to the nearest phone faster than I have ever gone before. I picked up the receiver and dialed 3 numbers. 3 numbers that I never imagined I would have to dial. As soon as I heard a voice on the other end of the receiver I scream "AMBULENCE" as loud as I could possibly. I kept screaming the same word over and over until the dispatcher had to ask me questions. I don't remember any of the questions or my answers. But it less than 60seconds the ambulance was there and I was crying harder than I ever had before. Troy, my Troy was being carried out on a stretcher with blue lips and no movement in his upper torso. The paramedics were working frantically but had to get him to the hospital.

Lucille decided to go with them and I said I would stay at the house until Mr. Bolton got home. The truth was I didn't want to go to the hospital. I didn't want to see my boyfriend in that state. It scared me and I didn't want to face the truth. So I curled up on the couch I had watched many movies on before and I cried. I cried harder than the time I broke my arm, harder than the time my parents got divorced, harder than ever.

I cried for a long time, until my eyes were dried up and my throat was raw. Mr. Bolton still hadn't come home and I felt sick. My stomach was sore and my head was pounding. But it wasn't a normal sick, this was different. A sick I have never felt before and cannot explain. I thought going to the hospital would make me more upset but when I felt that sickness take over my body I knew I needed to see him. I grabbed Troy's car keys and got into the familiar car before driving as fast as the speed limit would allow me to the hospital.

When I reached the hospital I saw Lucille walking out of a hospital room with tears in her eyes. She brushed past me without saying a word and that's when my heart started to beat faster than it already was. I flew to the door I just saw Lucille leave and was instantly relieved when I saw Troy there sitting up with colour back in his face. A smile was instantly put on my face and that sickness was instantly drained from my body as I ran over to my boyfriend and put my arms around him and kissed him. It was a kiss unlike any kiss we had ever shared. This kiss was full of worry, relief, and the feeling that he could've been taken away from me at any time. As I pulled back I noticed Troy had cuts and bruises all over. Why? Well I didn't know yet.

Troy was alright, and as far as I could tell everything was good. But then why was Lucille crying when I arrived?

"What happened Troy?" I asked knowing that I would have to find out sooner or later even if I just wanted to make this moment last.

Worry overcame my body again when I noticed the look Troy had on his face.

"Troy? Tell me."

He let out a tried sigh. "Well, this morning I had a grand maul seizure. They are the most severe type of seizure. That would explain the banging you heard. The cuts and bruises are the results of the seizure."

"So that's it, you just had a seizure? So you are okay now?" I knew this was wrong, but I said it in pure hope of making myself feel better and making reality disappear.

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean not exactly?"

"Well, they did an MRI and it turns out…." Troy stopped talking

"What?" My voice was now shaking with fear.

"I have a brain tumor."

That was it. You would think any normal person would break down and cry at the news of their boyfriend having a brain tumor. But I didn't. Nope, I must have still been dry of tears from earlier that day. By now it was probably past noon.

"Oh….um…okay" I had no idea what to say. Too many thoughts were running through my mind. But all negative thoughts stopped instantly when I felt Troy's soothing touch on my arm. I turned and looked into his eyes.

"I'm going to be alright" He said with a reassuring voice. I believed him.