Chapter Nine
I woke up at Seven: Thirty a.m. the next morning. I slipped on my pink, silk robe and headed across the suite to Ryan's room and banged on his door. I was sure i wanted to, and had to, speak to him. But could I? I was known by some people, fearless, but when it came to tough situations, I was a chicken totally.
After a few moments, sleepy Ryan opened the door. "Sharpay?" he asked, confused to see me.
I barged in and looked at him. "You're a mess." I sighed.
He rolled his eyes. "Come to make remarks?" he asked.
I smiled weakly. "No," I said. "I came to say, I forgive you and I want to speak to you still. I was lost without you. I almost killed myself, Ryan." I explianed and sat on his blue comforter.
He stared at me with his mouth ajar. But instead of waiting for an answer, I kept going. "I must've been a jerk, bro. I know I was. But I'm sorry. I was angry. You forgot about me and I missed you, so I decided to get my revenge. Mom's right revenge never solves anything. Please I want my big brother back and I miss you. Ryan I'm so-"
"I don't."
"-lost without you." Then I realized what he said. "What?" I asked. He was such a reck latley, wasn't it because of me?
"I don't miss you. I missed you, but not anymore." he said casually. "And you're so vain you probably think that I'm a wreck because of you. It's not. Kelsi just found out she has cancer. I'm afraid for her. Not upset over you."
Like when he drowned me out with the i-pod, I felt like I was being stabbed, once again, in the heart. And instead of, like I wanted, to holler. I started crying. Terribly. I felt like such a baby. He permanetly broke my heart, worse than before. Way worse. It was the worst feeling I've ever felt.
"I..I..I...I s..s...see." I choked out, then ran to my room, tears flying from my eye sockets.
So much for my twin telepathy. I could've sworn he wanted me back. I could've sworn he was as screwed up as I was. But I was wrong.
I hugged my pillow as tight as I possible could, bit my quavering lip, and felt the hot rush of tears shimmer down my face and onto my pillow. Prince woke up and saw me crying. He hopped up on my bed and began licking the stained in tears from my face. I grabbed onto him and stroked his fur.
"I'm such an idiot, boy." I sobbed to him. "The most follish little girl in the world."
I sat crossed leg on my bed and leaned against my headboard.
"I can't unlove you! Can't do that, no matter how I try! Can't turn my back on, someone who loved me too.."
I looked around the room that was darkened by the closed curtians,
"I can do most anything I have to...but I can't unlove you."
I looked at the clock that read "8:00", I looked down at my mound of pillows at the top of my bed, and put my head down. As a single tear ran down my cheek, I fell asleep.
Sorry for the shortness, but that's how it's supposed to be.
