Hey

Hey! I don't really care for the format I was writing in, I was actually kind of confusing myself. So, I think I'll just start off with Gabriella waking up from her blackout. Not a flashback or anything, I'm just going to resume the story from there. Okay, here we go...

Gabriella Kae Montez: The biting reality of it all

"Ella?" I faint familiar voice was calling my name. It was barely a murmur, soft enough to be a whisper, but it sounded sick with worry and shame. "Gabriella, baby, please answer me..." The voice was pleading now.

My body refused to let me move, to open my eyes, to soothe the withering person. I had never experienced anything so out-of-body; It's not as if I felt like I was watching myself, but I felt very unattached and I was having a difficult time keeping my breathing consistent.

I was straining, using all of my strength just trying to form a coherent word, but my mouth was too dry, my body was too weak. I could only feel the rush of wind as I flew noisily through a loud, panicky place with a lot of flashing lights. Someone was asking the voice of familiarity rapid questions and the two seemed to be growing more distant. I grew lethargic, but also incredibly anxious.

"Don't go!" I cried, my eyes still closed, my body still too worn to move.

There was a pause. The wind had stopped.

"I won't..." Two soft hands began to stroke my face in hopes to calm me down. "I'm not going anywhere."

The hands were no longer stroking my face, but instead they were grasping my right hand tightly. The wind returned. My anxiety melted away for a short moment, and I knew nothing but the hands which were wrapped around my own. The lights had stopped flashing, and I was stewing in my own contentment. Luckily for me, I was just pleased enough to return to my black, dreamless slumber.

I never slept better.

Troy Anthony Bolton: Everything moves so slowly

I waited patiently outside of room 435 as people rushed around me in a flurry of plastic gloves and uncomfortable looking scrubs. I poked my head into the room, watching as she slept, looking softer than usual. I clutched my neck nervously, staring at each blank face that passed. Answers would've been nice. I found myself feeling nothing but a dull numbness.

"Do you need something?" A middle-aged woman wearing a toothpaste-green frock stared up at me from behind the nurse's station. I mean 'station' in the loosest way possible.

"Euh..." I hesitated, not sure if I really wanted answers anymore.

"Troy..." The voice called softly from inside the room, saving me from my momentary trance.

I walked lithely into the plain white room, crouching by the bed, my hands rested on the itchy blue blanket that seemed to be eating her entire body, which somehow continued to look picturesque.

A pair of helpless brown eyes prodded me, but her words didn't match her facial expression.

"What the hell am I doing here?" She demanded, though it wasn't unlike her to be so blunt.

"You fell," I answered simply.

"I remember that part." She spat.

Right about then the Epiphany hit me like a massive freight train, running at a million miles an hour.

"Answer, idiot."

The words flowed so naturally from my mouth, they seemed almost planned;

"You want an answer, Sharpay? I can't do this, any of it. You're honestly the most self-centered, egotistic person I've ever met, and..."

Her jaw dropped, but she pressed me to go on, "And what, Troy? Go ahead."

The answer seemed so cliché, I could hardly stand it, but I said it anyways.

"And I need to go..."