So, I guess I'm really good at capturing dramatic scenes, but not it being too overdone. Or you guys are just way too nice to me. ;D

But yeah-I need there to be more drama.

And: TROY WILL NOT DIE IN THE COURSE OF THIS FANFICTION! All ya'll can take a deep, cleansing breath. I've heard from reviews that some people are heartless enough to do that. I could never do that. He'll die EVENTUALLY, but I don't really plan on writing a sequel. I wouldn't pull a Nicolas Sparks on you-"That summer was the best we shared..." -then Mandy Moore dies- I'm not that cruel.

For this chapter; I questioned. I questioned life and death. What it means to love from the sidelines, and how it's possible for someone to breath but hate every breath. I definitely did some digging-even if it doesn't seem like it. I'm using myself to create Shar's realistic agony. Enjoy it.

Now I'm tangenting! Yay for stalling. But yeah-here's the next installment.

Ch. 14: As Ribbons Fall Away

After the initial "You're bleeding!" past the hug, I immediately called 911. Troy was rushed to the ICU; he apparently lost a lot of blood along the way. I hadn't noticed. His eyes were on mine the whole way-he never looked so scared before...

"Sweetie." I moved my tired eyes as the plastic of the waiting room chairs shook my bones. Kelsi sat down next to me, "How is he?"

My mouth quivered before my shoulders quickly rose and fell, "I-I don't know Kelsi..."

She wrapped her arms around me, "Talk to me Shar."

"I can't." I laid my forehead against her shoulder; I watched dark colored tears splash on the leg of her jeans.

"You have to Shar."

"Why." I scratched through clenched teeth.

"Because it's never okay to walk into something alone."

"He has leukemia Kelsi." I raised my gaze to meet hers, "Leukemia..." I could barely whisper it. It hurts me more than I thought it ever could.

"I know you love him, but-"

"It's not just that Kelsi." I shook my head, "It's more than that...I'm bound to him. Forever. It's more than mere feelings...it's like-"

"You share a soul?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded; she hugged me again.

"I'll make room to share."

"You're amazing Kels."

"Without you, I wouldn't be."

..:….:..

After Troy was doing a bit better, we notified Granny of what was going on. Troy has been in the hospital for the past couple of days; she hasn't left his side.

I never thought I'd feel so...far. I felt a piece of me break when Troy told me...if he dies I...I bit my lip, and pulled my covers closer to my eyes. He-he can't..he wouldn't...

"Shar I-Sharpay!" I heard Ryan's voice and his form drop onto my bed.

I was shaking so much faster, and more violent than any other time, "He's dying..." I whispered out.

"Shar, he's-he's fine."

"No! No...he's dying right now."

Ryan's thoughts clicked; he held me closer, and tried to help me calm.

..:….:..

Death.
A five letter word I never realized was going on every second around me. Melodramatic? Sorry. But there's some truth. Take for instance: My Mom and Dad. Their love has died, and now they're committing first degree murder on our family. Today was the official sit down, what goes to who.

My father obviously demanded the most: the penthouse apartment, their two cars, and everything else that isn't Ryan's or mine. Her? Us. "If she wanted them" were his words. I never felt so foreign in my own skin. I started wondering if Ry and I were just living blemishes he hates being connected to.

But, surprise surprise, Mom didn't respond. So now, I'm wondering if it's Ry and I that drove them apart? Then...

DON'T FUCK WITHOUT A DAMN CONDOM!

Then there's Troy.
The sun; the knowledge of Ghandi, and the most beautiful martyr I've ever met. I just wish I could kiss him without it being a consequence. As if most of the girls at school don't already have me labeled as a 'Slut'.

I want to kiss him; to let it tell him how I understand a little more now. How he wants to live even though he's dying little by little. He wants to see others live.
He wants' to see me...live.

Death. A five letter word.
Life has four letters in it. What is the difference between that one letter?

..:….:..

Today I watched the first snowfall from the windows in Chem class. I hate being everywhere Troy and I have been. Especially here where it all started.

"But don't fret kiddies-even if you mix the wrong chemicals...nothing too bad can happen. ...Much."

"Slut."
"Slut."
"Slut."
"Slut."

I looekd back to the partners of Taylor McKessie and some other nameless face. They loved bouncing slut back and forth as if they were thinking it was taunting me.

Taylor gave me a challenging look, "Stay away from my best friend's man."

I rose my eyebrow, pretending to care, "And if I don't?"

"I'll crush you." She looked to her nameless friend. They shared victory smiles.

I let out a deadpan breath of laughter. I picked up my yet-to-be mixed chemicals, and looked like I was at work. In a few seconds short, I turned as if to ask them a question.

"W-Whoa!" I used my expertise in stage falling to plan my comeback. The chemicals splashed onto Taylor.

She let out a shriek of terror, "MRS. TURNER!"

"I-I wanted to ask them a question..." I felt the fake tears forming in my throat, "I was confused...but I tripped on my bag." Thankfully it was poking out enough to serve as the culprit, "I-I'm so sorry Ms. Turner." The tears fell.

"Oh." She smiled in understanding, "It's alright dear. Accidents happen. Come McKesse, time for a nice shower." She led her over to the chemical shower.

While she passed, I threw her victory smiled back at her.

I sat back at my table; the bitterness sweeping in again.

..:….:..

I was sitting in the waiting room hospital; apparently the person who ultimately saves a person from death isn't considered immediate.

"Hey."

Ugh, the last person I wanted to hear from. Granny Smith spotted me from down the hall, and greeted me.

"What Montez."

"How are you?" She shrugged nervously, her bleached teeth clenched into an equally nervous smile, "I haven't seen you since Thanksgiving."

"I'm fine." I shrugged, raising and dropping my hands. They slapped on my 7 jean covered thighs, "What do you want."

"I got a call from Taylor about the accident in your AP Chem class-"

"God are you her fucking mother or something?"

"No, I'm her friend. Why did you dump possibly toxic chemicals all over my friend?"

"Cause she had it coming to her."

"How could something like that constitute as just Sharpay! You guys were mixing hydrogen and sulfide; if those chemicals reached steam, she could've died."

"Look, I'm sorry I almost killed your friend." I shook my head, "Excuse me for being twisted, but your "friends" throw around the word slut whenever we're in the same general area."

"Excuse me?"

"You and your fucking groupies have labeled me as a slut fucking whore Gabriella." I threw out her name like her fake face.

"That's not-"

"Let me make this clear. I never once made an advance on your boyfriend in a sexual manor. I told him something confidential that was meant to be between him and me."

"O-Okay..."

"And one more thing? Let's not play this 'friend' game. I don't like you; I don't think I'll ever like you." I stood up, and walked down the hallway, "Can he see other people now?"

"Y-Yeah..."

..:….:..

"Hey."

"You enjoy making my girlfriend cry?"

"She's that loud." I sighed, moving over to a vacant chair by his bed, I'm sorry, but...things went down."

"Like?"

"Taylor, and her croonies just...breaking me..." I sighed curtly, wiping away tears I didn't want to fall.

"Hey...that really doesn't give you the right to kill Taylor. And you know Gabriella had little to do with it."

"Why because she's some saint in your eyes?" I looked in his eyes, "Are you...abandoning me?"

"No. I'm letting you see that Gabi's not entirely wrong."

I stood up, and left.

Alright. That's all for now.

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