I think this is the saddest chapter and it was a hard one to write so let me know what you thought.
Chapter 4: His resolution.
The crevice wasn't a deep one, so she could see him quite clearly. She knew it was him, others would say he was unrecognisable, mutilated, deformed. But Sharpay recognised him, strange how his face maintained its wholeness whilst his body was shattered, Maybe it's because I know him so well, that his face seems so clear. She had climbed over the edge of the crevice and had ran towards him screaming. She needed to touch his face needed to feel close to him, kneeling next to him her pale shaking hands held his face, stroked his hair out of his eye and looked into a vast blueness almost identical to her own eyes, she was too afraid to look down, but she could hear the buzzing of the flies and the smell, it was overpowering but she wouldn't let herself cover her nose, what right had did she have to avoid the smell. They shared everything didn't they? Sharpay holding his face and gazing into his eyes, forgot everything; the plane crash, being on this island, Troy, has memories of the of her and Ryan flashed through her mind. It was their 4th birthday, she had gotten a beautifully expensive pink convertible toy and Ryan had been bought an equally expansive pair of walkies talkies. Really he had wanted the pink convertible, but even then Sharpay had been the selfish dominant one and she would only let him play with it if he would be her personal servant for the day, this would soon become the pattern for their relationship in the future. Their first day in middle school, he was the only one that knew how scared she was as they clutched hands, the Evans twins facing the big scary world side by side. High school, their first day, but they hadn't clutched hands then, by now she had learnt to manipulate most of the people around her and she knew high school would be the same. Finely her mind bought her images of last summer, the Lava Springs talent competition, for the first time Ryan had stepped out of her shadow, done his own thing and it had disturbed her how he didn't follow her anymore. She had given him the award in the end, because she knew he disserved it and it was to be one of the rare and last actions that had shown Ryan how much she loved him.
She could hear something, a voice speaking words. It had been talking to her for a while now, trying to coax her away from Ryan. Her eyes pulled away from the everlasting blue of her brother and turned to watch a teenage boy standing over her, and a name appeared into her mind, foggily as though her brain had gone numb. Troy. She could hear him clearly now; ''Sharpay, I'm so sorry. But we have to move its-its not safe.'' She didn't move and she didn't reply turning back to face her twin, she had forgotten about Troy, how could she have wanted to stay with him? She wished he wasn't there, this was private between her and Ryan, it wasn't right for him to be standing over them watching, not even seeing Ryan, just a wreaked body. She felt him kneeling beside her, saying empty words. Then she saw, as though suspended in low motion, his arm stretch pass her head towards Ryan's and fire ignited in her as sudden as a match.
Troy had not seen much gore in his life apart from the odd sick accident during an intense basketball game and some pirate scary movies Chad had sneaked into his house. Therefore he was completely unprepared for what he saw as he looked over the edge of the crevice. His first reaction had been to throw up, the smell hit him full on, how could they have not noticed it? His second reaction was to run after Sharpay as he watched and heard her screaming towards the, for want of a better word, body laying on the ground. Reacting on this he followed her, climbing down the crevice, which really wasn't that deep. She was already knelling by the side of the body, he moved closer fighting to breath. The smell was rancid, a mixture of burning flesh, petrol fumes and rotting corpse. What was left of the body was worse, though the face was fairly clear a slight bruising on the cheek, one hand was burned and from where Troy was standing he couldn't see the other. It was what he saw after the burned hand that turned his stomach over, guts and intestines spilled out on the ground mixed with blood and juices from the inside of the persons body, with a gasp, he realised there was no legs hidden beneath the mess of guts and swarming flies, it was just a torso the legs had been ripped away. It was Ryan, he could see it from his face and revulsion deeper then from what he could see hit him. Ryan Evans, they hadn't exactly been close friends, but still he had known him a long time and since last summer Ryan had practically become one of the Wildcats, he was a good guy and it sickened Troy to see him dead, especially in this condition. Stunned, his eyes roved from Ryan's mutated remains to the back of Sharpay's head and another stab went through him even deeper, he was her brother, her twin, how who'd she cope? It must be hell for her to see him like this. Trying to think clearly, Troy knew they couldn't stay here, the flies and the smell, it wasn't safe. But how could he move Sharpay away, she was knelling head bent intently over Ryan's, looking as though she would stay there for ever. Tensely he began to speak, not sure what to say, ''Sharpay, I'm so sorry. But we have to move,'' he faltered, she was just staring at him confusedly as though she didn't know why he was there; ''its-its not safe.'' It was lame and he knew it, she had turned back to Ryan, he knelled next to her, trying not to look into Ryan's face.
He had just meant to help her up, but seeing his stretched arm she flipped. She pushed his arm vehemently away and they both stood up. He could see pure hatred in her eyes, hard and manic. ''Get the hell away from him!!'' She was practically screaming at him, he stood there not knowing what to do, he took a step closer trying to reassure her, wrong move. ''Get away from me! Get the fuck away from me and Ryan!'' he took a step back, this wasn't enough, ''Leave now!!!'' She screamed at him and before he'd had a chance to think she pushed him, surprisingly strong for someone so skinny. He grabbed her wrists trying to keep her still, she struggled and began to scratch and hit at his chest, looking as though she wanted to kill him, he had never seen her like this, ever. He put his arms around trying to stop her hitting him, she carried on, trying to struggle against his arms. Then suddenly, the life was gone out of her, like someone had extinguished a fire, she just sank into him. Still not quite sure what he was doing, Troy loosened his hold slightly. He couldn't tell how long they stayed like that, him just holding her as the tears came pouring out and her body rocked with the horror of what she had seen. After her tears they broke apart, neither saying a word and as silently they made their way back to the camp, Troy lit the fire, but neither ate much of the fish he'd caught. Sharpay was asleep now and Troy watched her body moving in rhythm to her breathing. He stood up and looked out across the ocean, his feelings so far away from what they were when he had sat there the day before that he could have been a different person. In his head he made a resolution.
Next chapter: Troy's resolution and time passes.