This is a quick sad story that I wrote during my sisters soccer game. Not sure if I should say enjoy, because of the topic...


Pulling up to my house I felt that something was off. All day today I felt as if something bad was going to happen. It hung over me like a black thunder cloud, striking lightning every so often. I got out of my car and walked up to my front door. There was a a creamy white envelope with lavender swirly borders taped to my black front door. I yanked it off and tore it open like a child on Christmas morning.

"Why?,

Why do I have to push you so hard? Why do I have to push you to your limits? Push and push you untill you can't handle it anymore and just leave me? You mean everything to me Gabriella, you are my world, and yet I still continue to let you down and push your buttons. And for that I am truly sorry, truly honestly isn't even the right word to use. I will forever regret what I have said and done to you, and the greif has built up so high and weighs down on my shoulders to a point to where I can't bare to live my life without you. I wake up every morning to an empty bed, empty life and an empty heart. I feel lifeless and worthless and weak. I feel numbness all around me as I go through my days in complete misery. I feel as if this life is not worth living anymore, because of what I've done. That is why I am leaving. Leaving everything. My house, my life, my love, and this world.
Please remember me as the person you met on the dock that fourth of
July. The strong headed six-teen year old boy who wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. The person I was before everything bad ever happened in my life. Please, for me, as a last request remember that. I will love you forever Gabriella. Remember that, and that this was completely my decision.
Yours forever, Troy''

I skimmed over the note and got back in my car, and drove as fast as I could to his house. When I arrived I jumped out of the car and ran to the backdoor, knowing the front was always locked and threw open the back sliding glass door. I looked over the first floor. Looking in the kitchen, front room, guest bedroom, everywhere. Then I peered into the living room and saw him. Troy was sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxs full of every suvinor, movie ticket, picture, CD, movie, notes from high school. The boxes that contained the life of us. In his hand was his Dad's black .22 pistol. I gasped, he could not do this. He looked up and saw me, his eyes dark with sorrow and fear, tears streaming down staining his tanned face.
''Brie, I can't do this anymore." He stuttered, shaking from his head to toe. "There's nothing left, my life is... ruined. And I did it all,.. to myself.'' He said holding the gun closer to his head.

'' Troy, Please don't do this. I need you! You can't leave!'' I said tears forming in my own eyes.

He shook his head at me. ''I've hurt you too bad Brie. I can't live with the guilt. It just hurts so much.''

''I know Troy, but we can fix this." I said carefully, trying not to break down myself. "We can do this together. Like we always do. Please Troy... Don't leave me.'' I pleaded, getting down on my knees begging him not to pull that triger.

"I can't, I'm so sorry Brie." That was all he said. He closed his eyes, shakily exhaling and a gun shot went off in the silence of the night, signaling that Troy Bolton had pulled the trigger, committing suicide.