This is how Chad and Taylor die. In this story, Gabriella is alive and well. She is with Troy, yadda yadda yadda. Reviews are always loved:O)
( Chad POV)
That is just it! I can't take it anymore! This…it's just, psychotic! I mean, everybody may think I'm great, but they only see me as second best. 'You're almost as good as Troy! Why don't you sing? I bet you're not as good as Troy!' Things like that are what I hear every freaking day. I'm just a little boy with a pathetic dream compared to Troy. I mean, don't get me wrong, Troy's a great guy, he's my best friend. But, I just can't take it anymore. Along with the fake smiles and lies, it's just…torture. Even my mother does it. She gives encouragement to me when I obviously know that she hates basketball and wants me to become an author like she once was. The only ones who are actually there for me are Taylor, Troy, and Gabriella, but not even they know what I am about to do. I have the collector's knife my Dad had collected when he was around in my hand. My arm expands in front of me as I think about this. This is for me. Yes, I know everybody I loved will miss me, but the rest will only feel 0 of pain. Yes, this is it. I bring the knife over to my arm when…
" CHAD!" I look up to see Taylor standing there, shocked as hell. She's wide eyed and gaping at me on my bed, with the knife, an inch above my skin. She steps forward, another step, and another, and she's right in front of me, staring down at me. I hang my head, not wanting to look at her. "Wha-what are you doing? W-w-why?" She stutters out. I guess she's probably crying. I feel a pang of guilt in my heart. I love her, yes, she loves me, yes. She's probably wondering why I'm doing this. Doesn't she know, I wonder? I'm doing this because I hate being second best. I hear her kneel down. She's looking at through my mess of curly brown hair. I feel tears well up. I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop from crying. "Baby, please answer me." She says, trying to look into me. I don't allow her to.
"I'm sick of being second best. I can't take it anymore. I just wanna
leave." I reply, softly. Barely in a whisper. She gasps, telling me that she
heard. I look up at her. Her eyes are red and puffy, and tear rivers flow down
her brown face. It is my turn to gasp. I never have seen her cry. Seeing her
this way, it hurt. It made my heart shatter, to see my only love, crying,
breaking, being shattered. I reach to her cheek, wanting to make her tears
fade. She turns her head away, I pull my hand back. She looks back at me, I am
crying now too. We both are crying. I drop the knife and go into her arms,
sobbing. She sobs too. Now, we both are on the floor, crying & sobbing in
each others arms.
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(Taylor POV)
Here my love is, crying in my arms. I'm crying in his as well. I had come over, expecting to see him getting ready for our date, but I didn't. The door was ajar, so I peeked in. I saw him, and then I burst in. My eyes, fixed upon the knife. Now, the piece of metal lay upon the floor. I felt as if...it was alive. It took its owner's life, and then found a new victim. But no, he wasn't taking this one, not my baby. Not Chad. I wasn't gonna let it. Not without a fight.
I pried, reluctantly, from Chad's arms, staring straight into his brown eyes. " Chad, you can't do this. I can't let you."
He looked at me, as if he knew what I was going to say next, but he most likely didn't. " Tay...I have to." I knew he wouldn't. "I don't want Troy getting the wrong idea. He's my best friend. But in the eyes of everyone else, I'm second best."
I hushed him with one finger. "Not in everyone's eyes. Not in mine." He turned away, but I made him face me. "In my eyes, Troy Bolton does nothing compared to you. You are first in my eyes. I find pity in Gabriella because she can't have you." With that, I paused. I began to realize what Chad exactly was saying.
He was second best compared to
Troy,
his best friend. I was second best compared to my best friend, too. Gabriella
was the smartest, the prettiest, and the one with the best voice. Everything
about her was perfect. She brought each and every one of her Scholastic Bowls
into a winning championship, while I wasn't able to even bring our out of the
classroom until she had come along. She could sing, while I was tone deaf. She
got straight A's since she was in kindergarten, while I got 29 B's and C's in
3rd grade, a D in 4th, and 4 straight F's in 5th. She was the best, while I
only was runner up.
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( Chad POV)
I began to hear Taylor laugh. "I still don't see why you date a klutzy, stupid girl like me."
"WHAT! That's not true! You're not klutzy and you're not stupid! Why would you say such a thing!" He yelled at me.
"I see why you're doing this. You're second best, so am I. Compared to Gabriella." She explained.
I hesitated. He was trying to find a way to correct me, but there wasn't any
possible correction. "
Tay..."
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(Taylor POV)
"Forget it. Forget everything I just said. Forget I was even here." Forget I ever came into your life, I thought. I began to have a want, an urge, to push Chad aside, grab the knife and stab myself, right then and there. Right before his eyes. I was being so selfish. Here I was, trying to stop him from taking his life, dumping my problems on him and thinking of killing myself and putting him in more pain. Another flood of tears were being born behind my chocolate eyes.
But they never fell. Chad's lips crushed against mine. I moaned in his mouth. I felt his smooth hand trail up my neck and gently rub and squeeze it over and over. I was in pleasure.
I began to kiss back. He pulled his weight on me, lightly though, making us
gradually fall to the floor. He pulled me deeper, prying my lips apart. My tongue
began to swirl with his.
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( Chad POV)
We parted to what felt like eternities to me. To her too, probably. I was ontop of her, my arms on either side of her, her arms around my neck. I gave her one of my rare grins. We knew what would relieve us of our problems, but not lead each other into horror.
We straightened ourselves and sat on the bed. I grabbed the knife and looked at her. "Are you sure about this? There's no going back after this." I was sincere and serious.
"I want to be where you are and no where else." She smiled at me. I kissed her one last time. I made sure it held all the passion and love it could. She kissed back with the same force. I was long, but it felt longer to her and me.
We parted and looked at each other. We nodded to each other as we outstretched our arms.
I placed the knife on her arm. I looked at her and then to her arm. I closed my eyes as the knife quickly raced pas her wrist and mine. I opened my eyes to see the blade deeply coated with blood and a very deep scar on my wrist and Taylor's. I began to feel light-headed.
We swooned as we fell, together, to the floor. We were going fuzzy,
light-headed, fading from this world. I turned to
Taylor,
smiling. "I love you,
Tay."
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(Taylor POV)
I heard
Chad
speak and looked at him. I felt like I was going to cry. I smiled back at him.
"I love you too, baby."
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( Chad POV)
I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers. I slowly and with much shaking
brought her hand to my lips and placed a gentle and short kiss upon it. I let
our hands fall as my hands drifted close. My lips curved into a peaceful smile.
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(Taylor POV)
Darkness began to overcome me. I took one more breath and finally closed my
eyes. I smiled as I fainted away.
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(3rd Person)
The spirits of Taylor and Chad slowly drifted from their forms to the atmosphere above. Their hands joined together as they fainted into heaven, with much regret and sorrow, but with much more happiness and joy to over power it.
