This is really different from everything else I've written. I scribbled it out after some really bad news, and my bestfriend totally ditched me, leaving me with the trusty old friend, alcohol! It's really rough, and really different. Won't be offended if you totally hate it. Just tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
The world was collapsing.
Falling apart.
Her lifeline was fraying at the edges.
She had to talk to him.
Why wouldn't he answer?
She had to tell him one last thing.
The alcohol was numbing her pain, but it was still throbbing there.
At the back of her head.
It wasn't too late, he should still be awake.
He never went to bed before eleven. She should know that.
She was his bestfriend.
And he had promised her.
He had promised her, that he would always be there for her.
If she needed him, just call him, he would be there.
He would always answer.
Always be avaliable if she needed someone.
Well, where was he?
She had been calling him for a long time.
It was getting cold, standing here.
The water looking icy, yet inviting.
One slip of the foot...
She would go tumbling, somersaulting...Head over heels.
But she couldn't do it.
Not yet.
She needed to tell him first.
She had promised herself. She would tell him.
For the first time.
For the last time.
She would tell him.
She dialled his number once more, and it rang, and rang, and rang.
Tears burned behind her eyelids.
Sobs choked in her throat.
Troy lay on his couch.
Sharpay in his arms.
Legs tangled, mouths touching, arms intertwined.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang.
Troy heard it in the background.
He knew it was Gabriella. It was her specialized ringtone.
She just kept ringing.
Oh well, he would explain the next day.
She would understand.
He was busy.
She always understood.
Gabriella bit her lower lip, tears running down her cheeks.
They dripped off her chin.
She dialled the number again.
It rang. And rang, and rang and rang.
No answer.
The tears continued to flow.
Neverending.
She had waited so long.
She had given him so much.
So tired. She was so tired of giving.
Her mother, her friends, her teachers.
They expected so much.
Troy.
And gave nothing back.
Just expectations. More and more.
They just let her down, over and over again.
The anger flooded through her and she jerked slightly.
Her foot slipped, and like that, she was freefalling.
The bridge was above her, no longer beneath her feet.
The phone fell, and the vodka fell, all alongside her.
As the icy water neared, she couldn't help but wish she had left a message.
It was second best to telling him.
After all, she had promised herself a long time ago.
She would tell Troy that one thing before the day she died.
Tell him that she loved him.
This was written after so much vodka, and so much bad news, that it came out in such shambles. I'm posting it coz, I'm just interested to know what everyone else thinks of this style of writing. If you don't like it, rightio. It was just written in a haste, in tumbles and in tears, so I don't mind if you totally hate it!