Hey guys.
It's like, Midnight here.
And you've caught a distraught Nikki who is totally ready to punch a few faces in.
And guess what? I want to punch faces in over the stupidest thing imaginable:
This stupidstupidstupid Zanessa/Zashley contrversy.
So enjoy my fit of rage, poured out onto a piece of paper.
Her heart murmured into her ears, a flurrying, panicking beat. She caught her breath, choking back sobs as she slammed her door behind her, locking it, trapping herself within four walls. In a rampage of brown hair, smudged mascara, and the million pieces she once called her heart, she threw herself against the barrier that protected her from reality.
She relived each touch, each caress, each whisper. Every giggle, every escape, every kiss. And though she fought against her own conscience to press pause on this montage that was her life, she couldn't. She just couldn't. She hiccuped, combing some of her tangling hair away from her face, desperately attempting to swallow back her body-shattering sobs...
"Gabriella!" Desperation sounded on the other side of the door. Desperation. Helplessness. A useless twist of the doorknob came. "Gabriella, open the door! We really need to talk about this!" thunderous knocks came next. A fist pounded furiously against the door. An attempt to crack that dividing line between reality and true love.
She buried her face into her knees, every knock, reverberating off of the fine cherrywood of her door, sending a shooting sensation down her spine. The worst part: she still hurt inside. She ached dammit. The best: there was still that glimmer of hope that he would go away, just leave her alone.
There was still that barrier.
There was still that door.
"Gabriella, please... talk to me..." Muffled pain sounded on the other side of the door. Pain. Helplessness. "I'm sorry..." But what hurt Gabriella even more was the fact that he still thought sorry would mend everything. Glue together her shattered heart. Turn back the clocks somehow so everything would end in his favor. And this made her cry all over again.
Her face enflamed, her throat locked in desperate cries, she tried her hardest to sound okay, rock solid. "Go away." she stated, her throat burning, her eyes lighting on fire. "Just go away."
Never in a million years did she think he would just... give up like that.
"Fine." Honesty sounded on the other side of the door. Honesty. Troy Bolton. And it was the sound of his sneakers against her staircase that made Gabriella spring off of the floor and press her ear to the door.
He was really gone this time.
Slowly, she let her bedroom door open. She let cool air comfort her burning complexion, dry her tears. She let reality leak in, and as if she was opening her bloodshot eyes for the first time, she realized that he was really moving on. She fled down the stairs, swinging open the front door just to see him back out of her driveway.
Reality.
Something she should have let in ages ago.
Damn. It.