Hey, guys ! Well , I'm not neccesarily new to ff because I have been reading on it for years, but this is my first story that I am posting. There really isn't much to say but I love HSM! Zac and Vanessa are my inspiration to write!(Even though they have broken up :( ) Well, I hope you guys enjoy my story because this storybhas been on my mind for some time now and I hope you guys like it! Thanks for giving my story a try!
Some people say that it is useless to cry when a loved one passes on. They say that it won't bring them back. But if you dont let out your emotions with tears, how are you going to let them out? With anger? Denial? So why not let out a few tears? Regardless of what you do they are not coming back so why hold it all inside? Why not let it all out ?
While watching the coffin lower into the ground with silent tears trailing down her usually olive toned skin, Gabriella Montez thinks back to what had lead to the beautiful young women in the marble casket to die so unexpectantly.
"So, are you gonna tell me what happened back there ?" Gabriella looked into the hazel green eyes of the women sitting next to her that she always secretly envied. She felt that her dull, lifeless eyes did nothing to compliment her face while the hazel eyes of her sister's went perfectly well with her sandy brown hair, high cheekbones, small, but pointed noise and rounded chin. And while Gabriella envies her sister, she also greatly admires her. With being three years older than Gabriella's 18 years, she already had a promising future ahead of her. Gabriella never felt worthy to be her sister. She was perfect and Gabriella was...well, Gabriella. Gabriella wasn't blind nor naive, she knew her parents favored her sister more than her. Even though no one would admit it. She was every parents dream. Beatiful. Smart. Charming. While Gabriella would be considered a parents worst nightmare. Smart-mouthed. Disobedient. . Those were the traits that forced her sister to come get her from school because both of their parents couldn't leave their job. It figures. Gabriella thought. They would have been at the school within less than 5 minutes if it was the school calling about Isabella.
"No." Gabriella said bluntly. Her sister let out a breath of frustration. Isabella loved her sister with every fiber of her being, but she could be as stubborn as a rock. Trying to get Gabriella to talk would be like trying to push a wall. Useless.
"Gabriella, you need to stop this Mom and Dad are worried about you." She said. Gabriella let out a muffled sound that resembled a laugh. "Please, Mom and Dad don't give a shit. They are just worried their precious "friends" will find out about my antics and ruin their precious reputation." She said with bitterness laced in her voice. She knew her parents didn't want their peers knowing that their daughter was behaving out of term. In fact, they hardly talked about her towards their friends because everything was 'Isabella this' or 'Did you hear what Isabella did?' She wouldn't even be surprised if her parents friends didn't even know that they had a rebellious daughter.
"Gabriella don't say that because you know that it's not true." She said sternly. "Mom and Dad love you!" Gabriella let out a noticeable sigh. Her and her sister rarely fussed, but when it came to defending their parents, Isabella could be a real pain in the ass. Not feeling like dealing with arguing, Gabriella turned to look out the window. It was drizzling when Isabella picked Gabriella up from school, but now it was pouring down with a vengence and Gabriella couldn't see anything out of the glass window besides percipitation and a few blurry car headlights. Something about the rain had always intrigued Gabriella, especially if there was lightening involved. The way the lightening would illuminate the sky while little pellets of rain would fall unto the earth's surface. The only thing that Gabriella hated about rain was thunder. The ugly sound was a bad contrast with the falling drops of water and the lightening that can cause the sky to turn beautiful shades of purple and blue.
Isabella frowned at her sister that was obviously ignoring her. "Gabriella, I would appreciate it if you look at me when I am talking to you." Isabella was never the one to resort to yelling, but her little sister was just so frustrating.
Gabeiella slowly turned toward her sister and cocked an eyebrow. "Who are you suppose to be? My mother?" Gabriella asked in an amused tone. It was rare times when Isabella tried to be demanding and Gabriella couldn't help but think that that just doesn't fit her sister's personality. Isabella turned toward her younger sister, with an exasperated look plastered on her face. "No Gabriella, I am your sister and I car-ahhhh !" Isabella screamed when she turned away from her sister to face the road again and was blinded by headlights. She tried to swerve the car in the opposite direction but the slippery road wasn't making it easy for her. They avoided hitting the truck but she could no longer control the car and it swerved around the sreet. Gravity took over and the car flipped over multiple times before being stopped by a light pole. Gabriella groaned as she opened her eyes. In the distance she heard people screaming and yelling for someone to call 911. She tried to turn her head to see what was going on but when she did she immediately regretted that decision. There lay her sister with a piece of glass in her abdonomen and some blood trickling down the side of her mouth. Her sister's hazel eyes, that she once envied, were wide open and her mouth slightly parted. It was then that Gabriella started to scream. Her screams were hysterical and the last thing she heard were the sound of sirens before she completely blacked out.
Gabriella shuddered at memory of her sister's last moments. You would think that she would feel guilty about her sister's death. You would think that she would have been thinking that if she didn't get into trouble at school then her sister wouldn't have to have came picked her up and she would have still been alive. But no, none of those thoughts are going through her head because frankly, even if she did have those thoughts there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't go back in time and change things. What's done is done.
Gabriella woke up in the hospital to her parents bloodshot and watery eyes. Before she even said anything they bluntly informed her that Isabella was dead and walked abruptly out if the room, not even considering staying their to mourn the lost of their oldest daughter with their youngest. Gabriella sat their and processed the information. She already knew her sister was dead just by seeing her condition when she was in the car. Now she was wondering how she felt about the news. She was in the hospital for 2 days until the doctors released her from the hospital. Her parents weren't even there. So since she was eighteen, she was allowed to sign herself out of the hospital. She caught a cab home and slowly made her way up stairs hearing her mother make funeral arrangements in the kitchen. She knew her mother heard her walk through the door but wasn't even surprised when she didn't greet her. Gabriella went into her room and laid on the dark purple comforter and for a momemt all she did was lay there. Then she got up and walked over to a wall where numerous pictures were taped of her and her few close friends and family. She picked one off the wall of her and her sister 10 years ago and a sad smile stretched across her face. She walked back to her bed with the picture still in her clutches and just stared at it. It was then that the tears started to pour from her eyes but no sound erupted from her lips. She sat their and silently cried until she dozed off into a dreamless slumber.
"Come on Gabriella, its time to go home." Her mom put a hesitant hand on Gabeiella's shoulder. Gabriella, coldly, shrugged the hand off her shoulder and wiped the tears off her face.
"Im not going home, I'm going by Troy's house." Gabriella said while getting up from her seat but still looking at the grave where her sister's body will eternally rest.
Mrs. Montez gives her daughter a stern look. "Gabriella, you know I don't like you associating with that young man.
"Well, isnt it conveinent that I really dont care about what you want?" And with that Gabriella walked away towards her own car that she bought to the gravesite because she refused to ride in a limo alone with her parents.