CHAPTER 7

((sorry for the wait…I was just sooo busy yesterday…but I also only got six reviews from the last chapter…come on let's keep reviewing…and to my people who keep reviewing the story…you guys are completely one hundred percent the best…okay…okay…this next chapter takes place on January 9, 2007…one day after the last chapter…just a reminder…the song I'm using currently is Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry which I do not own at all…I don't own one piece of it although I sincerely wish I did…I'm not sure what the next song will be so I need recommendations…the song name and who it is performed by…the person with the song who I choose will be recognized…I NEED RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE FOR THE NEXT SONG I WILL USE…VERY IMPORTANT…read and REVIEW…XOXO,CHRISTINE))

then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far?
and how many times before it's too late?

"So, Gabriella, how did you meet Troy?" asked Dr. Hill at one of their sessions. Gabriella answered the question as she had answered all the other ones, a long, nonstop stare out the window, acting as if she couldn't hear her. Dr. Hill sighed. She hadn't been able to get one word out of her, yet. "Gabriella, I would really like it if you could at least try to answer my questions." No reaction. "I guess that'll be it for the day, then." Gabriella grabbed her school bag and headed out the door without another word. Meanwhile, Dr. Hill picked up her phone and dialed Ms. Montez. "Hi, Karen. We're done."

"Already?" Ms. Montez asked sighing. "I take it she wouldn't answer any of your questions today, again?"

"Correct," Dr. Hill confirmed. "I want you to keep an eye on Gabriella. She has a lot going on both emotionally and physically with her body. I can't really be sure, but unless I'm mistaken, she has contemplated suicide. I'm not saying it clouds her sense of judgment, at least not yet, but if we aren't careful, it could. If I don't get her to start speaking soon, we're going to have to try something else. She also, from what you tell me about her diet, seems to be developing anorexia nervosa, which is the number one most common eating disorder. It's obviously from the grief and trauma of her loss, but it still remains to be just as dangerous as the same anorexia nervosa that young girls can develop from believing they are overweight. If that doesn't stop soon, she will have to be treated for it."

"Oh my goodness," Ms. Montez replied taking all of what the doctor said in. "Is this potentially…life threatening?"

"If we take care of her and seek the treatment she may need then no, most likely not, but if we ignore this situation and pretend that it's not happening, then yes, it will become worse and worse and may take her life."

"Thank you, Dr. Hill."

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Gabriella sat in the park, in the special spot where she and Troy used to always go to be alone, crying. She felt as if the whole world was betraying her. First Troy leaving her, now her own mother sending her to this whack job lady to have her emotions prodded at and deepened. Why did the whole world have to fall apart around her with no one there to pick her up and hold her? She threw a rock into the water. She was sinking, deeper, and deeper; no one could help her now. She needed to end this pain, the pain of losing her Troy, her love.

"Gabriella." She heard a voice call her name, not far away. "Gabriella, is that you?" It was Chad. "Hey." He sat down next to her. "You're crying. What's the matter?"

"I just…I can't believe…he's not gone! He can't be! It wasn't his time!" She began to sob hard into her hands.

Chad pulled her close to him. "I know," he sighed. "I feel the same way." He held her close to him for a few minutes before turning her chin up to face him. "Gabriella," he whispered, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Gabriella." He leaned in, touching her lips to his, kissing her gently. He began to deepen it when she pulled away.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gabriella growled.

"That's a good question," added an irate voice. The voice of Taylor.

"Oh, shit," Chad said.

"I just lost the love of my life, and you're taking advantage of that!" Gabriella screamed. "How could you do this to me, to Troy? He was your best friend!"

"Troy's gone, Gabriella," Chad angrily replied. "I am simply helping you see that!"

"He's not gone!" Gabriella shouted, crying in denial. "He's not gone! He'll never be gone!" She slapped him hard in the face. "How dare you!" She arose from the ground and ran away.

"Taylor…" Chad began.

"Don't say anything!" Taylor cut him off. "You're cheating on me! Don't try to deny it. And worse, you're taking advantage of a poor innocent person in grief!" She began to walk away.

Chad grabbed her from behind, turned her around to face him, and grabbed onto her arms to avoid her escaping. "Taylor, just listen to me. I love you more than anything in the world. I was just trying to help Gabriella get over Troy. I wasn't cheating on you."

"Don't try it, Chad," Taylor growled, crying. "We're through. We're over." She slapped him, and hastily walked away, leaving Chad to sit in his grief.

Sara Bolton was staring into the lit up fireplace, holding a cup of hot tea. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she, like Gabriella, hadn't been eating much lately. Jack Bolton had been getting more and more concerned. She hadn't spoken a word since her beloved son died.

"Come on, Sara," her husband said gently taking her tea from her.

"Give me my Chamomile," Sara growled in command. "Now."

"Sara, you can't go on like this. Come up to bed. You haven't slept in the bedroom since he died." He grabbed her arm and attempted to help her up.

"Don't touch me. Leave me alone. If you're so intent on sleeping in the bed then go, sleep alone. See if I care. I'm staying down here."

"Come on, Sara, you're grieving, I know, but your life must go on."

"So you want me to forget my only son, my lovely, deceased son!"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Leave me alone! Go away! Don't talk to me!"

"But…"

"Go!" Mr. Bolton sadly walked away and went to bed leaving Mrs. Bolton to grieve her son some more.

((I hope you liked it…review please…the more reviews the quicker I write more…remember…I NEED IDEAS FOR THE NEXT SONG ONCE CALLING ALL ANGELS IS FINISHED…I would like to thank iLoVeZaCeFrOn for the idea of Chad kissing Gabriella…with that being said I would love more ideas…I look forward to your reviews…XOXO,CHRISTINE))