Hey, sorry for not uploading for sooo long! But I have reasons! (again.)

I hope ya'll still here with me (:

Oh yeah, btw, the year in this story is in 2008~

Hey mom,

I am currently just cleaned the whole household in 5 hours (including the creepy attic and basement!), I feel impressed with myself; I usually stick to one room to clean a day, that might have been the reason why Troy hasn't been pleased as only one of the rooms have been cleaned during those harsh 9 hours of basketball training… Or at least I think he spends those 9 hours in the gym.

You know what mom, I shouldn't be thinking like that. Troy would never cheat on me, would he? I do hope he doesn't, my heart would be totally broken, though it has been broken many times before. I remembered the first time I got my beating; I received couple of bruises around my face and stomach. But me being me, when I receive I give back, so I gave out a small puddle of blood but its whatever, mom, don't worry. I probably deserved it for being in his way when it was the wrong timing.

Oops, I'm hearing the door open; that's probably Troy.

Infinity is love,

Gabriella Bolton, 12/3/08

I closed my notebook shut quickly as I heard the door open and close quickly, I slip out of my room as quick as I can as I saw the familiar chestnut brown haired man come up the stairs as he was about to retrieve to his own room. He froze when I came out of my room; I stood still with my back mould against the dark oak door as I stared down to my feet. I heard his feet shuffle towards what used to be our bedroom as I quickly when downstairs to pick up his gym shoes and put them in the shoe closet, I picked up his gym bag which was dropped to the side. I lifted it up as I stepped back a little, surprised that Troy has been carrying this ridiculously heavy bag; what does he carry, dozens of bricks?

But anyway, I went upstairs once again to put his gym bag right outside his room, just like he told me to do once the beatings took comfort in the household. Come to think of it, I think he actually threatened me to do so…

Wait…

Hang on a minute.

I rushed back to my room, and reopened my notebook. The 3rd of December... Oh my god. My 23rd birthday is coming in 11 days! But then, who will I celebrate it will? Great, I just had been my own kill joy. Troy won't remember, whilst the others have totally forgotten about me.

"GABRIELLA"

A loud roar echoed around the house as I froze when I heard footsteps were heading to this room. I winced as the door slammed opened and when I felt I strong grip was holding onto my arm; I looked up to see Troy in all his rage as he pulled me downstairs. He brought me to the kitchen and threw me to the corner as I let out a small shriek. He was covered in rage as he pulled me up by my hair and made me stare at the dish washer. My eyes widened at the sight of all the dishes cracked and broken, I thought I was looking at a mirror as I seem to be broken and cracked.

The grip on my hair tightened and I whimpered, dragging me to reality. He harshly grabbed the back of my shirt closer to him and whispered with a forced and controlled voice to my ear.

"What Happened?"

I shook my head, completely wanting to get out this position. Troy swung an arm towards my stomach as I screamed.

"Listen girlie, I have a deal for you so listen carefully." He huffed out as I nodded fast, fearing that if I speak, the scent of blood would linger. "Tell me the truth so that I wouldn't have to give you a good old beating, okay?" his completely controlled voice was making me scared, so I nodded fast.

"Good. So, what happened?" he grinded out, his grip even tightened on my hair so I would weep out, I took a couple deep breathes, and frantic because I had no idea what happened.

"I…I d-don't kn-know!" I managed to spurt out, "Troy! Really…I don't know… what happened! Please don't hu-hurt me!" I heard I husky chuckle, but it sounded more like an evil villain, not Troy Bolton.

"Wrong answer" All I knew then, is that I want out.

I woke up hours later, feeling week and tired, laying on the cold tiles of the kitchen. I couldn't move any muscle of my body, it ached too much. Some of My hair, that the fact the he dragged me everywhere with it, has been actually been ripped out, I been kicked in the stomach several times, and got punches in the face more than you think is average.

But what you think is strange is that… I'm still in love with him. Don't think I'm staying here like I'm a prisoner, scared that he would kill me if I ever attempted to escape; but no, I stayed with him cause I want to know if I was good enough to change him back.

As I tried to sit up straight, I felt a sharp pain near my heart was as I felt something giving out as I let out a cough. When I coughed, I felt the same pain near my heart; I looked down at the tile which I coughed down at, I gasped and felt that my eyes nearly escaped from my swollen eyelids as I saw my red substance splattered all over the tile. I thought my heart missed a beat as I tried to lean against the wall. Hot tears fell down on my cold bloody cheeks as I shut my eyes shut.

Help me.

I'm to die soon.

I can feel it, mama.

Please save me, so that I won't have to leave Troy alone.

Please.

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M.J