Troy Bolton was desperate. Every cold night, he would reach out for someone, but no one would ever hear his invisible cry for freedom. His fears from all of his worse nightmares were finally coming true. He was all alone.
He felt small and lost, as if he were the only person in the world. All he wanted to do was scream. Scream at the top of his lungs, make his pleas visible to everyone. Anyone. He wondered if anyone out there would ever hear or even listen.
Gabriella Montez was also desperate. She was left alone in the dark with no one left to call. Sleep. Sleep was her only friend. Sleep would never leave her never leave her side. It was the only thing that could ever hide her from all of her tears and pain.
She'd wasted to many nights waiting for her Prince Charming to come and save her on his white horse. Save her from her world of emptiness. Loneliness. It was her life. It was how she lived and how, she guesses, she always would. She just couldn't seem to face it.
They both shared the same craving for somebody, anybody, to lend them a hand and put some peace on their souls for just one night. They wanted some reason, any reason, whatsoever, to continue with their believing that someday soon they would see the light.
Both knew that things had to change. There was no way to go back and change the past. All they had to rely on was the future, in which they could prove the reasons they were searching so desperately for. That they'd been searching for for years.
Troy Bolton was restless. He would pray all night long, hoping God would hear his silent, begging prayers. Maybe, just maybe, he could be saved from his misery. He would trade anything and everything to be relieved for at least one night of his hopeless life.
Gabriella Montez was a loner. She had no friends. Nobody ever dared approach her. They were all very scared of her. All she would ever talk about to someone, if anybody, was the darkness she was slowly drowning in.
Troy was the most popular kid in school. His cried were silent and unnoticed by most. No one noticed the was he always dressed in dark and always wore a rock band t-shirt. Not one person. Ever. Not even his mother. They were all too captured by his beauty as a person.
Gabriella's mom's company transferred them a lot. She had to move to a different school about every three to six months. Albuquerque was going to be different, though. She got to stay there until she graduated. Her mom's boyfriend, Carle, followed them every time they moved. No one ever knew, or even cared, for that matter, that Gabriella hates him. They had no idea what went on behind closed doors.
Troy's father abused him. When he didn't when his basketball game or more likely when he was drunk and just felt like it. His mom doesn't know and if she did, Troy's dad would kill him. Literally. Troy wakes up at four o'clock every morning just to cover all of his bruises and scratches with make up.
These two troubled teen lives are about to collide. The collision could be deadly. They could both suffer even more if one found out about the other. Or, they could have a chance of a lifetime, to help each other out of these hell holes that they call life.