Courage Chapter 5: Christmas Tragedy Part 2, a high school musical fanfic

CHAPTER 4

((okay so…last chapter: Troy got a car…Troy died in a car accident…they haven't found the driver meaning it was a hit and run type thing…the driver who hit his car was drunk…that was Christmas Eve…this chapter covers Christmas Day…the funeral will probably be next chapter…this chapter will deal with shock and sadness…since I wanna no what type of people are reading this…I have a question for you…WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SONG?...answer in your reviews…then in the next chapter…somewhere in the story I will mention my favorite song…and its up to you to find it…read and review…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

Courage, my word
It didn't come, it doesn't matter
Oh courage, my word,
It didn't come, it doesn't matter
Oh courage, my word,
Didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time
(Worst time)

Gabriella's alarm went off at eight thirty. She turned over in her sleep, smacking the annoying alarm to shut it off. She had just experienced the worst dream. Troy had died in a car accident. Just the thought of it made her cry. She turned over, sobbing. Of course it hadn't been a dream. It was real. Troy was gone, and now, she'd have to spend Christmas completely without him.

"Gabi," he mother softly called knocking on the door. "It's time to get up."

"Leave me alone," Gabi cried.

Her mother opened the door to see Gabi crying on her bed. "Oh, Gabi." She lied down on the bed next to her, putting her arms around her. "I'm so sorry." Gabi continued crying. "It's okay, honey. It'll be okay."

"I c-can't believe he's g-gone," Gabi sobbed, causing her mother to cry, too.

"I know honey, me too," Ms. Montez tried to comfort her.

The Bolton household was overcome by a mournful silence. Mrs. Bolton silently cried while she prepared everything for the day. Mr. Bolton stayed shut up in his room, all day. Relatives poured in throughout the day, upholding the silence by pulling Mrs. Bolton into a comforting hug which just made her cry harder.

No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there's hope

Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see

Chad was shut up in his room, looking at all of his yearbooks since preschool, Troy's happy face haunting him. He broke down, bursting into tears. "I can't believe he's gone!" he cried out loud. "Why do the good die young?"

He was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?" Chad asked trying to hide his tears.

"Me," answered a soft female voice, Taylor's.

Chad got up and opened the door. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "It's alright," he tried to comfort her.

"I can't believe it, Chad," Taylor sobbed in his arms. "How did this happen? It wasn't Troy's time! Why couldn't the other driver have died? It was his fault!"

"I know, Taylor," Chad whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "I know. It's not fair."

Gabriella was still lying down in her bedroom, crying. She had been all day. She heard the doorbell, but thought nothing of it.

"Gabriella!" Ms. Montez called up the stairs. "Somebody's here to see you!"

Gabriella picked herself up off her bed, wiping her eyes. She went into the bathroom and washed her face, making her way downstairs. Mr. Bolton was standing just inside the front door, looking grave as ever.

"Ms. Montez," he greeted, depressed.

"Mr. Bolton," she replied. He could tell she had been bawling all day long.

"Um," he didn't know how to say this. "They recovered Troy's body, and they found this in his pocket." He handed the black box to her. "It was for you."

She took the box from him. "Thank you."

He stood there for a minute feeling awkward. "Well, bye then," he finally said walking away. Gabriella shut the door and retreated back to her room to live in her misery.

Once she locked the door, she sat on her bed, and opened the box. There was a note jammed inside it. She worked it out and opened it up:

Dearest Gabi:

I thought you'd like this. Exactly one week from now will be the anniversary of when we first met. Merry Christmas. I love you.

Love, Troy

Gabriella began to cry again while reading the note. She set the note aside and continued to open the box. Since it had been in his pocket when the accident had occurred, the thing inside it had gotten tangled in the remnants of the box. Once working the thing out, she realized what it was. It was a heart-shaped necklace with the initials GM on the front. She pried it open. Inside was a picture of Gabriella and Troy, together, after the fall musical. Gabriella held the necklace to her heart, laid back on her bed, and sobbed.

Sharpay and Ryan were opening their presents when they heard the news. Sharpay had just received a brand new pink pair of ugg boots when the call came from Kelsi who had heard it from Taylor.

"Troy died in a car accident last night," Kelsi sobbed into the phone.

"Wha-What?" Sharpay stuttered, completely shocked. "He...no…this can't be…you're kidding…that's not funny, Kelsi."

"I'm not joking," Kelsi sobbed into the phone. "A drunk driver hit his car last night on his way home from Gabriella's."

Sharpay dropped the phone. She couldn't take it. It was his fault, her twin. He had disappeared last night to their aunt's house. She had talked to him in the morning. He had apparently gotten into a fender-bender by Gabriella's last night. He had told Gabriella that he was drunk, but the other driver didn't seem to notice. He had gone to their aunt's to spend Christmas with her because her husband had died two years ago and she hated being alone. Ryan had lied to her. The accident wasn't a fender-bender like he had promised. It was fatal. Ryan had killed Troy Bolton.

Watch the band
Through a bunch of dancers
Quickly, follow the unknown
With something
More familiar
Quickly
Something familiar

Courage, my word
Didn't come it doesn't matter

Sleepwalk,
So fast asleep
In a motel
Has the lay of home
And piss on
All of your background
And piss on
All your surroundings

Courage, my word
Didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, your word
Didn't come, it doesn't matter
Oh courage, my word
Didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time

So there's no
Simple explanation
For anything important
Any of us do
And yea the human
Tragedy
Consists in
The necessity
Of living with
Uhe consequences
Under pressure
Under pressure

((if you haven't noticed…the song courage has been completed…the next song will probably be Bell, Book, and Candle by Eddi Reader…or Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry…I'll tell you which one next chapter…I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE SONGS I USE…the song in the middle is Two Worlds from Tarzan performed by Phil Collins…I don't own that either…next chapter tomorrow or the next day depending on when I have time…Review please…XOXO, CHRISTINE))