Note: Well, here we go! I don't own anything except the poem! but I hope you all like it anyways. Enjoy.
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One month went by.
Then another.
Soon 4 months flew by.
The letters stopped coming.
The phone calls became shorter and not as often.
The last letter Troy had written was 2 weeks ago. He had written how much he missed her and how Kelsey and Jason worked things
out.
Jason had stopped doing drugs the day he was caught.
Gabriella didn't write back.
Troy was slipping into depression.
Gabriella smiled when she read the letter. Why hadn't she wrote back? She sat down at her desk and wrote in her journal.
I have time to write in this, but no time to write to Troy. Does that make any sense? Idon't think tomorrow ever comes. I
meanI always tell myself tomorrow I'll write to him but I never do. This is the third week I haven't written to him. Maybe I will
today. Istoday even real? I mean….yesterday was yesterday, today is today, but tomorrow never seems to come. I am starting
to have doubt in my only ray of light. My only hope. Forever. If tomorrow never comes, what makes me think Forever is true? I
don't know. Sometimes I feel like taking a knife to my neck.
Gabriella closed her diary and laid on her bed. Why hadn't se written back? She wasn't busy, there wasn't any other guy, she sure as hell
still loved him, so why?
Troy sat on his bed and rests his elbows on his knees and covered his face in his hands. He couldn't stop thinking of her. Everything he
did he could hear her voice, smell her soft perfume. He walked over and started to write in his journal.
Why hasn't she written me? Is there somebody else? I don't know…I wish I knew….we're losing touch…again.
Slipping away again
If you should die,
would it be with your loved one?
The one I love,
is slipping from me again.
I can still see her face,
as if I was holding her,
as if she never left.
I love her so much,
her smile,
her eyes,
her laugh,
her giggles,
when I would tickle her,
but now,
we are slipping away,
again.
I want to hang on,
for as long as possible,
but we are just,
slipping away,
again.
Troy sighed and went back to his bed, laid down, and fell asleep.
Jason and Chad walked in and smiled at him.
Chad noticed the journal open and went over and looked at it.
Jason soon joined him.
They didn't read the entry, just the poem.
Chad, "That's…..that's deep.." He said.
Jason only nodded.
Troy opened his eyes and sat up because he heard voices.
"I never knew he wrote poetry…" Chad said reading it again.
"This shit is good.." Jason said.
"Thanks…" Troy said looking down.
Chad and Jason looked at him.
"It really is.." Chad said.
"First singing, now poetry, what next, dancing ballet?" Jason teased.
"I'm not going that far!" Troy laughed and took hit journal back.
Chad, Jason, and Troy sat there a little while longer, talking and laughing.
Inside, Troy was dieing. He had nothing from Gabriella, nothing recent at least. The smile was just a cover up of a dark scary world
inside.
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Note: I know I ended it so…sudden. If I kept it going, I would have no other chapters! I'll update later, see ya!