Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical! I also do not own the song I used as the title of this chapter!shocked, eh?

A/N: This chapter is quite short, but very VERY sad! enjoy! ps...the title of this chapter is a song by Panic! At the Disco...awesome song! Ok, I want to try something a little different...when you review (and i hope you all will!), in the review, i want you to tell me your favorite thing that's happened in this story so far, and what you think will happen in the next few chapters...please do this, because i want to know more of what my readers think. k, i hope you like chapter 11...REVIEW, PLEASE!

Chapter 11: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage

Troy's P.O.V.

I kneeled down next to Gabby, my knees dipped into a puddle of her blood. I lifted her up and held her against me. I cried helplessly.

Ryan kneeled down beside me and put his hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what else to do.

I wept and cried for probably about fifteen minutes before Ryan got out his cell phone and called for police and an ambulance.

While they were on their way, Ryan and I paced the room silently. I thought to myself, No wonder she hadn't been at school...she didn't want to have to say good-bye to everyone.

I was trying not to cry, but I could feel a few tears trickle down my face.

I heard the ambulance coming, so I rushed to the door, opened it, and rushed outside.

The guys were bringing in a bed, and I led them to Gabby's body. After she had been lifted up into the bed, I leaned over her and saw how beautiful she was...even though she was pale and had blood all over her, she still looked beautiful. I placed a single finger on her cheek and said "You were the first person I truly loved...and now you're gone." I began crying again, and between sobs, I said "...Good-bye, Gabriella." in a light voice, almost a whisper.

They took her away from me, and I realized then and there while watching her leave that I would never see her again...ever...the thought made me sick to my stomach, so I sat down on a nearby couch. Ryan sat next to me and held my hand, continually whispering to me, "Everything will be okay."

A policeman walked up to us to ask us what had happened.

"Well, sir.." I started, "My boyfriend and I were at my house and she called me on my cell phone, crying and apologizing. She told me she loved me, said good-bye, then I heard a gun shot. So, my boyfriend and I ran over here from my house, only to find her dead on the floor...I can't believe she committed suicide..." I was bawling at this point.

The policeman patted me on the shoulder and said "It's alright, son. Come on, I'll give you and your friend a ride home."

Ryan and I stood up and followed the policeman out to his car. I told him where I lived, and when I got inside, I went up to my room and layed down on the bed. I was crying again, and the tears trickled down the side of my face and landed inside my ears. I didn't bother to wipe them away. I just cried and cried for a hundred years...never wanting to get up from my bed, never wanting to face Dad, Ryan, Chad, or anyone else again, only because I didn't want to explain what happened.

After crying for a few centuries, it dawned on me...hit me like a fucking train. I figured out why Gabby killed herself...it was because of me! It was all my fault! After I told her I was gay, she never showed up at school, then she kills herself...I practically murdered her! When people find out she killed herself, they're going to know it was because of me.

I know what they'll say...'Hey, he's the guy who killed Gabby.'...'He's the one who drove Gabriella to suicide!'

I began screaming, and I got up off my bed and started tearing apart everything in my room...pillows, blankets, posters, books, stereo, guitar, computer...and all the while, screaming at the top of my lungs, "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY!" over and over again, I screamed until I couldn't even speak anymore, and I felt like my lungs would collapse. I threw myself onto the floor and layed there, crying yet again...and after another century of tears, I fell into a numb sleep, thankful that, for a mere few hours, I couldn't feel a thing.