I had a taste of salt, tin & copper in my mouth when I woke up. The sun light was shining into the bathroom, making the drops of blood of the white tiles sparkle. I was dizzy and I felt like the room was spinning. Slowly I put my left arm under my chest and pushed myself off the floor.

"Ugh! That was a bad idea." I mumbled, pushing myself back to lean against the bath tub. "What happened last night?" I sighed looking around the bathroom. My vision was blurry and the sun light wasn't helping. I blinked, trying to make my sight come back to focas. There was a razor on the ground, and blood on the tiles. "Oh no, after so long of not cutting, this happens to me." I ingored the fact the room was spinning and I pulled myself off the floor. I stumbled a but got a hold of the wall so I could stand up right. I looked down at the cuts on my arm, they were deep and raw with blood. I stumbled my way over to the shower and turned it on. The water hit my arms, it was cold and made me pull back.

"I can do this." I said aloud. The water began heating up when I heard the door bell ring. I sighed and looked at the door. "Oh c'mon! I'm only after waking up after sleeping on the floor all night, I might as well be hung over." I grabbed a towel that was sitting on the rack next to the shower and stuck it into the shower waiting for the hot water to cover it. When it was wet I slowly rubbed it on my arms, taking away the dried blood that was there.

I slowly walked to the door & threw the towel on the floor as I walked to my bedroom. The door bell was still ringing. Who ever was there clearly had no time to wait. I grabbed a jacket that was lying on my bed. It was Troy's. I ignored the hurt in my heart after finding out about him and Taylor, and the fact she was pregnant with his baby. I ignored the voice in my head screaming at me, telling me how stupid I was for believing Troy liked me, and for believing we could be more then. . . . anything.

Walking down the stairs was hard because, well, it was spinning. I had to grip onto the wall on the way down to hold myself up. The door bell was still ringing. Fianlly I got to the door and almost fainted when I seen who it was. I slowly opened the try and tried not to sigh.

"Hi Gabriella, can. . . can I come in?"

"Umm sure, Sharpay, Come on in."

She walked in with her head held high, her heels were clicking off the wooden floors of the halls. I was afraid to breathe.

"You can, umm, you can go into the living room, it's right in there."

She looked around the hall & walked into the living room. I walked in after her and sighed. What is she doing here? I thought.

"So umm, Sharpay, is ehh, is everything okay?"

"You found out about Troy and Taylor, didn't you?" She asked looking at the photos on the mantle peice.

"Ehh, yeah, I... I did."

"How?"

Get straight to then point why don't'cha Sharpay? "A. . . A friend told me." I wasn't gonna tell her the guy who raped me when I was eight years old told me. That'd be crazy.

"It was that guy, Jack? Right?"

I didn't answer, I justed looked down to the ground.

"It was my fault Gabriella..."

I looked up at her, she was still looking at the photos.

"Was this you?" She asked pointing to a photograph. It was a little girl, standing on stage, lights shining down on her. She had a huge smile on her face.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "That was before I stopped performing. . ."

"Why did you stop?" She asked, she turned around to face me, still holding the photo.

"I don't. . ."

"It was my fault, wasn't it? I made you stop?"

She took one last look at the photo and put it down on the coffee table. "I was always really jealous of you Gabriella. You're pretty, you have the perfect body. You can sing and you're really talented."

"Sharpay. . ." I sighed and looked at her. Her blonde hair was perfect, her figure was amazing. She was just perfection.

"No Gabriella, let me talk. Please." She took a deep breath and looked at me.

"It's my fault that Taylor is pregnant."

"I'm sure it's not Sharpay, it's not like you had sex with her. . ."

"It's my fault Troy did. We were out one night, Taylor was all over Chad but he wasn't interested, I thought it would be funny if I told her Troy was into her. They started flirting and they were drinking and then. . . well, then they. . . . you know. . ."

"Yeah, you don't need to go into detail. . ."

"It was before you were dating him."

"But he was dating you?"

"Troy and I were never really a couple. Sure we hooked up but it was never like what you and him had. He really loved you. He still does love you, and he's really sorry that he never told you about Taylor, but he didn't know until you's starting dating."

"It doesn't change the fact that he got my best friend pregnant, even if he wasted dating me when he did."

"I know, and he's really really sorry. . ."

"He sent you over here dind't he?" I looked at Sharpay, she was looking at the ground.

"No." She looked up at me. "He didn't."

"Then why did you come over?"

"Because I wanted to make things right, Gabriella. I know what happened to you when you were younger. About Jack, and about Taylor's dad, and it's horrible. You're such a nice person who didn't deserve any of that to happen to you. You have so much to live for and when I seen you with Troy, you looked so happy. I wasn't upset about him being with you because it looked so perfect, like you guys were meant to be. I can get any guy I want, and Troy wants you. You're a great peson, and I was horrible to make Taylor and Troy do that. I didn't want Taylor to get pregnant. I didn't want any of this to happen."

"Sharpay, it's really nice that you came over here and told me that, but. . ."

"Just give Troy another chance, please. He was over at Taylor's yesterday sorting out stuff for the baby, I was there. He wouldn't cheat on you. He loves you."

I looked down at the ground, and sighed. The door bell rang again.

"I should go." Sharpay said, she slowly walked out of the room, her heels clicking on the floor. I walked out after her. She walked to the door and turned around to me.

"I hope we can try to be friends Gabriella. I'm really sorry for what I did."

"It's okay Sharpay."

"Gabriella, there's a show. . . on in the Sands Theatre. The auditions are next week. You should try out." She smiled at me and opened the front door.

"Troy. What. . . What are you doing here?"

Troy was standing at the front door, his hand up, ready to knock again.

"Ooooh, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon Gabriella, let me know if you're gonna try out for the show, alright?" She said as she walked out the door.

"Umm, yeah. Ok Sharpay. Bye."

"Can I come in?" Troy half smiled at Sharpay, and looked at me.

"Yeah sure, come. . . come on in." I stepped back to let Troy walk in.

He slowly stepped in and closed the door behind him. I heard Sharpay's car start and sighed.

"What's up?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I was gonna forgive him for what he did.

"Babygirl, I'm so sorry for what I did. I lied to you, and I shouldn't of. I should of told you about Taylor, but I was too scared to because I didn't wanna lose you. Please forgive me."

"I don't think I can forgive you Troy. I trusted you. I told you things I didn't tell anyone before and I felt like I was finally normal, and you go and do this to me. It's not fair."

"I know it's not. I'm a horrible person who doesn't deserve you and if I could change everything I did I would. I love you." His blue eyes filled up with tears and I could feel my heart breaking in my chest again.

"Troy, I. . . "

"I'm sorry Gabriella, and if you never wanna talk to me again I understand. I just wanted to you know that I love you." He looked at me and slowly turned around. He put his hand out to open the front door. I couldn't stop myself, I moved closer to him. He turned around to face me. I slightly smiled at him and pressed my lips to his. He didn't kiss back right away, but after a while he did. He put his arms around my wasit and pulled me closer to him.

I slowly pulled back and smiled at him. "Just promise to tell me everything from now on. Ok?"

"I swear, I wont keep any secrets from you. I love you so much."

"I love you too Wildcat."

"What was Sharpay doing here?" He asked looking at the door.

"Oh, she just came over to tell me about. . . about a show thats going on in Sands."

"Are you gonna try out?" He smiled and pecked my lips.

"I think so. It's been ages since I've done a show, but I dunno if I'd be good enough."

"Of course you are! You're amazing!" He smiled and pulled me closer to him.

The voice in my head was screaming at me. Telling me how stupid I was, telling me that I was making a mistake. I looked up at Troy and slightly smiled.

What am I doing? I asked myself.