Troy rolled around in his bed. His sheets tangled under his feet and his pillow tossed to a side. Sweat rolled down his face and he scrunched his eyes. He whispered her name occasionally and gripped the pillow almost as if to rip it. He had combined emotions of anger and sadness and hurt. How could he leave her?

He saw her smile. She wore a long gown with a crown and was running towards him. His muscles relaxed. Troy tried to run towards her but he couldn't. He gripped into the sheets even tighter. She giggled and called his name and ran even closer to him. He smiled back until he saw the sky turn a dark purple and her unknowing laughs made him nervous. A tree to his right side started moving and suddenly wrapped its branches around her. He couldn't do anything; his feet wouldn't move. Troy yelled her name over and over again and now her face had hundreds of tears and a face of terror that Troy wished that he would of never seen. It tortured him as much as it tortured her. She yelled his name this time in agony and he cried seeing that he could do nothing. "Troy! Troy!"

"Troy! Troy!" he heard his father's voice and opened his eyes. He was dripping with sweat and there was a small rip in his sheets. He tossed them off of him. "Troy, it's okay." Troy trembled and looked down at his feet. He felt as if right now they wouldn't move like in the nightmare.

"She's not gone. She isn't dead," he said over and over again. His father simply nodded and hugged him tightly. He broke into a fit of sobs. Troy couldn't stop; it was all too much.

"It's all right."

"No it isn't." he said.

Today, Troy returned to East High. Almost a month after her death. Everything seemed empty without her. He boarded the bus and silence fell immediately. The students nodded in acknowledgement and sorrow. He sat down in the back next to the window. He looked out into the grey sky and dull grass. The light had been sucked from his surroundings.

The bus's engine roared and they headed towards the school. Then he saw it; the stable and then the horses. He turned away towards all the others and found some of them looking at him. They quickly turned their heads. The horse's cry swarmed his ears and he clasped his hands around his ears. He saw her on the horse and her hair shining through the sunlight. Then the noise; that undetected, hated noise went off and the horse cried and sprang up. Her face was worried and he didn't know what to do.

A phone near by rang. "Ah!" he said. It continued to ring and ring. Troy tried to ignore it but he couldn't. It rang and rang. It rang once more. "Someone pick up their phone!" he said a little too loudly. He felt stupid but that didn't matter. Who was he trying to impress?

He heard the horse's voice again. It tortured him slowly. It cried again. Before he let out a yell, he smelled it. Her lavender scent and for a moment he thought he heard her voice faintly.

The bus came to a halt and Troy stepped out.

He couldn't focus during the day for his mind was filled with thoughts of her. Troy sat in the back and his friends respected his decision. The teachers understood and even they were depressed at her death.

All he could think of was that noise. If it weren't for that small noise she wouldn't have fallen and then the horse wouldn't have gone out of control and knocked him to the ground so that he was helpless. He shouldn't have brought her to the stable to ride the horses. What a terrible animal, he thought.

He looked down at his notebook and found a picture of a horse and a pencil in his hand. He must of absentmindedly been drawing it. Troy crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it on the floor.

His father picked him up from school and he quietly tossed his things into the backseat and sat in the front. Troy didn't acknowledge his father and just looked straight ahead into the empty street. Mr. Bolton sighed and drove on.

"Dad?" Troy said. His father turned around. "Can we go to…um…the cemetery?" he was surprised at how rusty his voice was. But then again, he had barely used it in the past month.

"Alright." He made a sharp turn headed towards the cemetery. Troy didn't know if he really wanted to go or if he just wanted to be near her. Even if she wasn't really there.

They pulled up into the cemetery and he got out of the car and shut the door. Mr. Bolton waited in the car and Troy ran as fast as he could to her. He ran as if she would leave if he wasn't fast enough. Then he saw her grave and it had a single red rose on it. The rose that he had bought for her that day at the stable. He had forgotten to leave it there but someone had done it for him.

Troy almost cried when he saw the deep red rose. He kneeled in front of the gravestone.

"Gabriella Montez; 1989-2008"

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