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I woke up. I realised that I lay on the ground and not on Troys lap like I fell asleep. I got up looking for Troy. I saw him and an other man carrying Robert away. I just waited until he got back.

'Hey! You're up.' He said smiling.

He walked closer to me and kissed my cheek. I just smiled and looked around.

'How are you?' I asked.

'Good. You?'

'Good…'

I was kind of shocked how we had a normal conversation… Like we ran into each other on the street.

'I'm starving.' Troy said.

'Trust me, me too!' I said giving him a weak smile.

'Actually, I don't know anything about you… Where do you live?' He asked turning towards me, pulling me down to sit and so did he.

'I live in Ohio. You?' I asked.

'New York. Uhhm… How does your house look like?'

I shrugged, but when I looked up to him, his eyes were filled with curiosity. I sighed when I start to speak slowly.

'It's white. Not too big but just big enough for me, my mom and my little sister. It has bleu shutters. And a beautiful porch with a swing chair. In the frontyard , there's a swing made of a tire.' I smiled without knowing it.

'I didn't know you had a sister… Tell me about her.' He said.

He pulled me closer to him. He spreaded his legs and I sat between them. He put his hand on my stomach and I put my hands on his to keep them there. It surprised me when I realized that I felt so comfortable with him in such a short time. Now, when everyone was quiet, the gunshots from outside were like twice as loud.

'Her name is Stella… Everyone says she a little me… That she is me but just younger.' I smiled.

'O really?' Troy murmeled.

I jumped when I felt his hot breath in my neck. I could just feel him chuckle. His head was getting closer to my neck. When I felt his lips kissing my neck once, I just took away his hands and got up. He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes.

'I shouldn't of done that, right?' He wispered.

I shook my head slowly.



'I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise. I just… I don't know.' He said.

'It's okay.' I said smiling to make him feel a little more comfortable.

After a little doubting, I just sat back where next to Troy and I started talking again.

'She's just 11 years old. She has this little dog named , Baby. I always hated that dog because I would bite everything that was in my room. I hated it from the moment I saw that he bit Mr. puffles.' I said.

'Mr. Puffles?' Troy asked.

'My little bunny.' I smiled.

I looked over to him but his eyes were closed. I wanted to ask him about his life. I really wanted to ask but I didn't have the energy. I felt so weak suddenly. I started sweating. I wanted to call Troy but couldn't find my voice anymore. The whole basement was turning upside down. I felt like throwing up. My hand wich was on my tummy was feeling wet. I pulled it up so I could see it. It was covered in blood. I was shocked. I was about to give Troy who was still with closed eyes a little push to make him look at me but everything went black.

'OH NO! GABRIELLA! Wake Up! DOCTOR!! DOCTORR!! Help me! Help HER! Oh no… Wake up, sweetie. Don't do this to me. Not you… Don't leave me here all alone…'

My head was pounding… What happened. Who was this? The familiar voice kept crying… Trying to wake me up.

'Open your eyes, Gabby… Open your eyes… Open your eyes, Gabby… OPEN YOUR EYES!'

My eyes flew open and I immediately wished they didn't. A wave of pain hit me. I cried. I opened my eyes but didn't see anything. I felt hand on my arms.

'LOOK AT ME! I'M HERE! CAN'T YOU SEE ME?!'

The voice was panicking. I wanted to speak… I wanted to tell the voice about my pain. I wanted to comfort the voice. Tell him that I couldn't see him. But suddenly, I saw him… Troy…

'Gabriella?! What's wrong with her?' He yelled to the same man who checked Robert.

'She was hurt on her thigh… Something has crushed her. I need something to stop the bleeding.' The man said.

Troy didn't doubt. He immediately took of his sweater and ripped his T-shirt. He gave it to the doctor. The pain on my side was getting worse.

'Troy…' I managed to whisper.

'Yeah… Wait a second…' He said.

'You'll be fine! Trust me! You're gonna be okay!' He said.

I felt him grabbing my hand. It made me felt calmer. We sat like this for awhile.



'The bleeding stopped…' The doctor said with a frown.

Oh-oh… This isn't good.

'But This is really serious. Miss Montez, why didn't you come and let me have a look at the wound?' He asked.

'I didn't think it would be that bad…' I confessed.

Troy sighed frustrated.

'Why didn't you tell me?!' He said.

'I don't know.' I said groaning with pain.

'You shouldn't put her under preassure. That would make it even worse. We will have to pray…' He said.

Troy looked at him with disbelieve.

'WHAT?!' He said.

'Troy. We HAVE to be found in less then 3 days. If not, I 'm afraid Miss Montez won't make it.'

The basement was never so silent since Robert died. It was like everyone heard that phrase. My world crashed down.

'I… I'm… I'm dying?' I asked.

'I'm sorry.' The doctor said and walked away.

Troy looked at my face, straight in my eyes. I couldn't look at him for now. I looked the other way, fighting back tears. Oh whatever… Tears streamed across my face. Troy squeezed my hand.

'Look at me.' He whispered.

I'm not looking at him, I'm not looking at him, I'm not…

'Look at me ,Gabriella!!' He yelled.

I turned my head. I looked at him. He looked at me. He looked in my eyes. After that all over my face. He took his free hand and put it on my cheek. Then, he buried his head in my neck. Because of the water I felt against my skin, I knew he was crying.

'Don't leave me…' He begged.

'I won't.' I promised even when I knew that I wasn't able to keep that promise.

Troy lay next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist very carefully, scared of hurting me.

The next thing I knew was that the doors were flying open. Troy got up standing in front of me again, trying to protect me of whatever what was coming. Now, I couldn't move of the pain. I wasn't able to pull him back. The same 6 men came in with guns. The last one had a big bag with him.



'Everyone get in a line!' The first one yelled.

Everyone ran towards them getting in a line, except for Troy and me.

'Whoever isn't here, won't get any food.' The second yelled. They stood to far to see me lying here.

'Go Troy… Get you something to eat!' I said to him.

I groaned in pain because I moved. He looked back at me.

'I'll be back, baby…' He ran up to them and took a place at the end of the line. I saw him standing in the distance. He was looking at me constantly. A soldier came up to me.

'What's wrong with you?' He asked concerned.

'Infected wound. Do you have a first-aid pack with you?' I asked hopeful.

'I'm sorry… No…' He looked at me with sorrow.

He looked nice.

'It's okay.' I groaned again.

'What are you doing there?!' An older soldier yelled to the soldier who was sitting with me.

Once he saw me his eyes changed.

'Oh… You're hitting on a girl. Can I join you?' The man said, obviously with the wrong thoughts.

'What? No… I was just talking to her.' The young one said.

'Well, you shouldn't. If a soldier talks to a girl or a woman you should take her!' He said.

'I'm not like that.' He said.

'You're not like that, who?' The older one said.

'I'm not like that, sir.' The young man stood up and left.

The older one just stared at me. I glared at him. He turned around and walked away. My eyes were looking for Troy. I now found him discussing with the man who was giving everyone a little bag with some food in it. I tried to hear what it was about.

'Come on man, She's hurt! She needs food.' He said.

'Where is she?' He asked looking around.

Because Troy was the last in line meant everyone already had their food and everyone was sitting everywhere eating wich made it almost impossible to find me.

'I don't see her. Sorry man.' He said and was going to leave with his collegues.

'WHY DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT HER?!' Troy yelled.



The soldier turned around with his gun in his hand. Troy looked at him. I was too far to see his expression. Troy just turned around walking over to me. The soldiers left. Everyone was staring at Troy who walked over to me. He sat behind me and let me lean against him. He took his little bag and took the food out of it. He pushed it all towards me. I could feel everyone stare at him. He was so sweet. I just looked at his face. He looked so hungry. I couldn't do this to him. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.

'Why aren't you eating?' He asked.

Because everyone was so quiet, it felt like Troy was talking very loud but he wasn't. I opened my eyes and found his face.

'Because Troy, I'm sick. You need food. With me it's almost useless.' I said.

'Don't you ever say that! We're getting out of here. Now, eat something please!' He begged.

I just sighed and closed my eyes again. I heard Troy sigh. Suddenly, I heard someone standing up, and someone else did to and another one… Once I opened my eyes I saw everyone standing up making their way over to us. Everybody left a little part of their foot with us. Even little Marie gave me a piece of her sandwich. Troy and I looked at each other shocked. I smiled happy and took a bite of the food.

'Thank you…' Troy said to everybody.

People who I've never seen in my life before this happened, people who I've never said a word to, people who had so much pain of losing someone were trying to help me. I know, I was sick and that the chance that I would survive was shrinking every second of every minute of every hour of every day. But I didn't care, I had everything I needed. Love… Al thanks to Troy Bolton. My Troy Bolton…