Sorry for posting this up so late. I have my reason posted on my page if you haven't already read it. Plus, I'm writing a lot of things. You'll see what I'm talking about soon. :P

And I'm sorry that I confused some of you in the last chapter. I didn't mean to, I just thought that you'd know. Oh well, haha. Just read this chapter, and that question will be answered. :)

Oh, and if anything is wrong or weird, I'm sorry. I'm really tired, I'm like zoning in and out right now, and I'm too lazy to throughly edit it. I kinda just skimmed it.

(Disclaimer: I don't own Hilary Duff's Who's That Girl, neither do I own HSM, or anything related to it. ;) Boo-hoo. I'll live with it. Lol.)

Who's That Girl

Chapter 10- I Should Just Die

Nobody's POV-

"What?" she asked curiously.

Troy continued to stare at her, in disbelief. His eyes peered into hers. He looked deeply into them as he used to. But this time, they were different from before. They didn't have that glimmer of brilliance in them anymore. He saw this and frowned, as he looked down towards her arms. Gabriella followed his glance, and looked down at what had his attention. She saw that it was her arm, and she quickly hid it behind the wall, nearing the sink.

"W-what are you looking at Troy?" she asked nervously fearing that he might've seen her cut herself just a couple of moments ago. He simply shook his head, and tried to look in the bathroom without her noticing. Gabriella stood there nervously fidgeting with the door handle, as she was staring at him, not paying any attention to what he was looking at. She stopped her hand from it's fidgeting, and traced his face's features. She proceeded to, until she saw him looking at her again. He smiled scarcely, trying to think of something to say to get her out of the room.

"Umm, Gabriella? Can you go get me a bottle of water? I tried finding one earlier but couldn't." he said. She looked at him in confusion, before nodding her head.

"Hold on a sec. I-I wanna get a jacket or something on. It's k-kinda cold in the house." She replied, as she closed the door. Troy stood on the other side, slightly grimacing at the flashbacks of what he just saw in there. The door opened again, as Gabriella came out, wearing a large hoodie.

"I'll be back." She said quietly as she closed the bathroom door, and headed out the room, head hanging down low. Troy stood there waiting until Gabriella was actually out of the room. When the moment finally came, he took a step closer to the bathroom door, and placed his hand on top of the door handle. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. He opened the door, and it was exactly what he had seen earlier. The bathroom was partly covered in her blood. Right beside the sink, was the razor, and a lot of blush, and make up. He shook his head at this. His Brie never had to put on make up. She was beautiful the way she was. He then looked at what was sitting on the floor. It was her diary.

Tears built up in his eyes, as he saw that there was blood on the diary itself. His curiosity got the best of him, as he picked it up and started to read its contents.

"It's great to be me right now. Don't you think diary? I just have lists and lists of great things happening in my life. The rest of the gang is completely mad at me or no reason. Troy has a bitchy girlfriend. I got fired from the Peanut Diner today, and yelled at by the guy, who I helped get him the promotion to manager. I got kicked off of the cheerleading squad. My parents have to go on this stupid business trip for three months on the other side of the country, and they're taking Izzy with them! Hah, saying that it's great to be me right now, would be the biggest lie that has ever come out of my mouth. Plus, saying my life is a living hell right now, would be the largest understatement ever known to man

Ughh, I'm just so frustrated right now. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I've never done anything bad…"

As he was reading, a folded piece of paper fell out. Scrunching his face up in confusion, be bent down, and picked it up. He unfolded the paper, to reveal a music sheet titled "Who's That Girl." He started to scan through some of the lyrics as well.

Who's That Girl

"There were places we would go at midnight.

There were secrets that nobody else would know

There's a reason but I don't know why,

I don't know why, I don't know why

I thought they all belonged to me.

Who's that girl?

Where's she from?

No she can't be the one,

That you want,

That has stolen my world

It's not real, it's not right.

It's my day, it's my night

By the way,

Who's that girl, living my life?

Oh no, living my life

Seems like everything's the same around me

Then I look again and everything has changed

I'm not dreaming so I don't know why,

I don't know why, I don't know why,

She's everywhere I wanna be…"

He flipped the paper back and forth trying to see if she had actually finished the song. He stopped when he realized that there wasn't. He stopped moving, as he stood there, just frozen in his thoughts. He couldn't grasp the concept of Gabriella hurting herself, was a result of his relationship with Melanie. She couldn't have felt this way all along. Could she? She couldn't. She can't. He thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. He immediately set the diary back down, and went out of the bathroom to see Gabriella come in.

"Here." She said, while handing him the water bottle. He looked down, at her hand, and saw the cuts up closer. He grimaced, as he plastered a sad smile on his face.

"Are you feeling okay Brie?" he asked apprehensively.

"Uhh, yeah. Why Troy?" she replied confused.

"Gabriella." he said sternly.

"What? I'm fine Troy really. Wait, why?" she said, looking around her room, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"Oh I don't know." She shut her eyes tightly at the loud and mad tone of his voice. "Maybe it's because you're starving yourself? Maybe it's because you're cutting yourself? Or maybe it's because you look pale like a ghost, sickly thin, and you have cuts all over your arm?!? How about that, Gabriella!?!" he yelled angrily at her, not even thinking of how he was going to explain to her how he knew all of that.

"W-what are you talking about?" She asked in a small voice.

"What am I talking about? What am I talking about? I'm talking about this Gabriella!" he retorted, while lifting up her sleeve, uncovering her cuts, and pulling her into the bathroom. He pointed at the blood and at the diary as he started to yell again.

"I'm talking about all of this! The blood? The razor? The make-up?" he exclaimed as he pointed at the items around the bathroom. He then lifted his other hand, and wiped the blush off of her face. He took his hand, and lifted her face towards the mirror.

"Look Gabriella. You're so pale, and thin. You can't even see those old rosy cheeks of yours. And what's with this?" he said, as he motioned at the razor, and her cuts. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" She clenched her fist tightly, up until the point that her knuckles were white, and her nails make deep marks in the palm of her hand.

"Why would you even care!?!?" she spat at him. "Why Troy?" She paused for a moment, as she took in a deep breath, as she shook her head. "Why now? Why are you here right now? Why weren't you here when I needed you? Why weren't you here when all of this started?" she finished in a quiet, and breaking voice. "You know, I used to think you were my knight in shining armor." She stated, slightly smiling at the memory. "But now, I know I was wrong."

His eyes widened at what she had just said. His head was filled with questions, as he was trying to sort them out; she pulled away from his grip, and took a couple of steps back. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he saw hers open.

"Di-" She started, but closed her mouth and shook her head sadly. "You know what Troy? I'm done with this." Gabriella said walking out of the bathroom. Troy followed her out, and grabbed her arm. She winced when she felt him grip on one of her cuts. The moment he saw her wince, as he let go of his grip on her.

"Done with what?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.

"I'm done." She reassured herself, slowly nodding. "I'm done with you. Troy, just get out of my life." She said blankly, turning the other way.

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"Just get out Troy. Leave. Please." She replied, her own voice starting to break even more. He was about to respond, but he decided not to. He walked out of her room. She stood there staring at his retrieving figure go into her sister's room. She went to the door, and closed it shut. She leaned her back onto the door, before sliding down on it. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest, and placed her head down on her hands and knees, crying her eyes out.

After Troy had told the kids that he'd be done in a couple more moments, then he'd leave with Daniel. He sighed, as walked back to Gabriella's room, only to see the door closed. He closed his eyes, as he leaned his ear on the door, and listened to the sobs that were emitted from the crying brunette on the other side of the door. He lifted his head from the door, and lifted his hand to knock. He shook his head sadly before walking back to Isabella's room, and he walked with his little brother back to his home.

Gabriella sat still on the floor of her room, looking up at the pictures and decorations on the wall. They all brought back great memories, but with every memory, came pain. She sat there contemplating on what to do next. Her parents were leaving the next day, taking Isabella with them. She had surely lost Troy for sure after what had just happened. And her other friends wouldn't even glance at her without glaring. She sighed, as she tried to rack her mind for someone, to come and help her. Then, the solution to her problem came into her mind. Cameron.

She stood up, and turned on the lights, immediately lighting up the room to a seeable level. She looked over to her bed, and saw her cell phone. Sniffling slightly, she picked it up, and dialed her cousin's cell number. She sat there anxiously waiting for him to pick up, and to hear his voice.

Cameron's POV-

School had ended for me, and I had just gotten back from soccer practice. It was an okay day, nothing unusual. I was walking up the pathway to my house, when I felt a sudden vibration in my pocket. I hurried up the steps, and sat down at on one of the chairs my mother had insisted we put outside for whenever we wanted to do some family star gazing. I set down my backpack, and took out my phone. I saw Gabriella's picture, and smiled. I pressed the accept button, and greeted her.

"Hey Ellie!" I waited for a response, but all I heard was sniffling and sobbing. My smiled faded quickly.

"El?" I asked worriedly.

"C-c-cameron…767…" she replied through her tears. My eyes widened at the sound of our special distress code we had made up long ago.

"I'll catch a flight and be there soon Ellie. Please don't cry." I pleaded her as she started to hiccup.

"Okay. C-come s-soon Cam. Bye…" She replied, as she hung up the phone. I went inside, and started to call the airport, to grab the next earliest flight to Albuquerque.

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I plopped down on my bed sadly. I had just called the airport, and all of the flights to Albuquerque have been booked. The soonest one I could get on, was the one in another week from now. I sighed at the thought of having to tell Gabriella this. I closed my eyes as I rubbed my forehead. This is going to be bad.

I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes, and reached for my cell phone. I opened the device, and press her speed dial number. The phone started to ring, as I was waiting for her to pick up. After the fifth ring, the ringing stopped, and her voice came out of the receiver.

"Hey, It's Gabriella. I can't get to the phone right now…" there was a long pause as soft giggling and chuckling was heard. "Hmm, it's probably because someone won't stop tickling me." A "Sorry Brie" was said, as her voice mail continued. "Sorry. Umm, just leave a message, and I'll get back to you asap. Bye!"

My eyebrows rose in confusion. Gabriella would usually pick up all of the time. He looked at the digital clock placed at the top right corner of his phone, and saw that it was already eight o'clock. He sighed. Nine in Albuquerque.She's probably eating with her parents. I guess I'll just have to call her later. He thought, as he went into the bathroom, and showered.

Nobody's POV- (With Gabriella)

After she had hung up the phone, she tried to calm herself down, by taking deep breaths. After a while, she wiped her tears, and looked into the mirror. She made sure that her hair and make-up were both looking properly, and that her cuts weren't showing anymore. She walked out of her room, and into Isabella's.

"Gabi!" she heard a little voice yell. She looked down, and saw her little sister smiling like crazy and waving her arms around to be picked up. Gabriella laughed slightly.

"Hey Izzy." She said, as she leaned down, to pick her up. "Did you have fun at the Bolton's and with Daniel?" Isabella nodded excitedly.

"We had tons of fun! Hey Gab?" Gabriella nodded, letting Isabella know, that she had her full attention. "Where' New York at? Mommy and Daddy says we're going there for a while."Gabriella smiled sadly at her sister's innocence.

"It's far from here Izzy. But don't worry about it. How about we get you washed up and into bed? Have you have dinner yet?" She questioned. Isabella nodded. "We had mac n' cheese. Then Jack gave us ice cream before we finished, and Laura slapped him." She laughed again. It sounded so much like a Chad and Taylor, or Kelsi and Jason moment.

"Okay. Let's get you washed up then."

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Her alarm changed to 6:30am before it went off, showing the fact that it was indeed time for the dreaded moment she never wanted to happen. Her parents and little sister were leaving for New York today. Gabriella groaned, as she tried multiple times, trying to hit the snooze button. When her task was accomplished, a soft knock was heard on her door. She groaned again, as she took the pillow from below her head, and positioned it to muffle out her mother's voice, that was ringing through her room.

"Gabriella Lynn Montez, you better get your butt out here right now. It's almost time to go to the airport!"

She clenched her eyes shut, wishing that they didn't have to go today. After a couple of more wake-up calls from her mother, she sighed as she got off of her bed, and looked at herself in the mirror beside her dresser.

"Okay Mom. I get it. I'll be out there soon." She replied blankly, as she started to pinch her cheeks for some color in them. She went into the bathroom, and did her morning routine. Only this time, she put on an extra amount of make-up. She threw on a hoodie over her head, grabbed her necessities, and went out of her room.

"Finally. Someone surely took their time didn't they?" her father asked sarcastically.

"Ha ha. Nathan, cut her some slack. I did the same thing long ago." her mother responded.

"Yeah. Thanks." She said nonchalantly focusing on her shoes.

"No problem Sweetie. Now let's get going!" Her mother responded as she picked up a sleeping Isabella.

"Yeah. Let's get you three out of my life for the next three months. Because I just can't wait to be alone once in my miserable life again." She mumbled under her breath angrily and sarcastically, as she followed her parents out to the car.

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"Wait, Gabi can't come with us? Why not?!?" Isabella asked frantically. She had just been notified that Gabriella was not going with them, and she wouldn't see her sister or Daniel, for three months.

"She needs to stay here and go to school Izzy." Mr. Montez replied.

"But why? I want her to come." Before anyone else could reply, Gabriella did.

"Izzy." She said in a whiny. "You should go with Mom and Dad. They'll take care of you. And if you want, I'll call you everyday. And I'll get Daniel to too." She finished. Isabella nodded happily. She smiled sadly, as she hugged her parents and Isabella again.

"Are you sure you can't stay? I really don't want you to go." She asked, trying to convince her parents to stay, the twentieth time in small period of time they'd been there. Her father sighed again.

"You know, Grandma and Grandpa weren't always there for me either." He said shaking his head. "It was business trip, after business trip. I know how you feel. And I really do, it's just we have to do this Gabi. It's a make or break decision for the whole family. We have to go." He finished.

"We hate knowing that you might even despise us if we go, but we need to go." Her mother chimed in, nodding her head.

"But-" she tried getting her point of view in, but only to be cut off once again.

"We're sorry honey. But we have no choice. We're only leaving for three months." Her dad stated.

"But I need you.." She said desperately, tearing building up in her eyes.

"Gabriella. It's only three months. It's no big deal. You've been home alone before. What's the difference now?" before Gabriella could respond, the PA system cut her off. "Flight #18435 to New York, New York, is now boarding. Repeat. Flight number 18435, United Airlines, is now boarding. All passengers please check in, and board the plane." she sighed deeply, briefly closing her eyes letting a tear slip. She reopened them. "Okay. Go. Have fun." she said quietly, as she took off running the other direction. Mrs. Montez was about to go after her, but was stopped by Mr. Montez. "Let her go Veronica. She needs this to build her own independence. She'll be on her own one of these days, she needs a practice run at it." He advised.

Kelsi's POV- (A couple of hours later)

I walked up the steps of the Montez household, the first time in three weeks ago. I had finally reached my decision on what to do about Gabriella. I'm going to go, to see if she really was hurting herself. If she is, then I'd have to get help. I would have to tell the others, and her parents. If she isn't then I would ask her the truth about Melanie. Something was fishy about her. How would someone get beat up, and coincidentally have a friend there to record it?

I finally reached the door, and rang the doorbell. No answered, but at the moment I knocked on it, the door opened. I stood there in confusion, before deciding to go in. I closed the door behind me, and went up stairs. I walked down the hallway, towards Gabriella's room. The door was slightly closed. I silently went inside, I knew that I was invading her privacy, but I didn't want her to kick me out before I said anything. I sighed, as I walked in her room. I still didn't see her anywhere.

My heart started to beat faster at the thought of something happening to Gabriella. I knew she was home for a fact. Her keys, and car were all there. I suddenly heard shuffling from behind the bathroom door. Curiosity got the best of me, as I went over, and opened the door a bit. My eyes widened in shock of the scene I saw in front of me. Gabriella was crying, and holding the razor above her arm that was filled with multiple cuts already.

A tear trickled down my face, when the truth came out. It finally sunk it. She really was cutting herself. Before the razor came in contact with her skin, I opened the door completely and ran in.

"Gabriella! Stop!" I yelled, as I took a firm grip on both of her arms, separating them. I took the carefully took the razor from her, from much complaints coming out of her mouth, and struggling. I sighed out of relief as I threw the razor on the sink. I kneeled down beside her.

"Gabi… What's wrong? Why are you hurting yourself?" I asked softly. She only shook her head before she brought her knees up to her chest, and started crying. I sat there look at her strangely, waiting for her to stop. A couple of moments later, when she finally did, I got a clear view of her. I looked at her sadly, before putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she nodded. "I'm fine Kelsi. You can just go and have fun with your friends, and Melanie." She spat coldly. I was taken aback by her mad outburst, but I decided not to react to it, or take it to heart.

"Gabriella… you might not believe me, but I don't think you're the one who hurt Melanie. In fact, I don't think she was even hurt at all." I stated proudly. She looked at me with confusion.

"What do you mean you believe me?" she asked quietly.

"I just do. Can you please tell me what happened?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah." She answered unsurely as she shifted around.

"Umm, can we go into your room or something? It's really awkward talking in the bathroom. Even though we've had our fair share of bathroom chats, thanks to a certain Miss Sharpay Evans." I said sarcastically, trying to crack a joke. She laughed a little, as I laughed along with her.

"Sure. Let's go then." She said as she walked out of the room. I followed suit.

"So, what really happened Gabi?" I asked, preparing myself for more coldness from her. But instead of having her yell at me, she actually told me the whole story. From when Melanie would just magically appear, and hit her, towards her parents leaving without a clue about anything, her depressed mood, why she starving and cutting herself. She even told me about her fight with Troy yesterday, and how she didn't want him out of her life. I just sat there, trying to take this all in. What Melanie was telling us, was all a big lie. Guilt was building in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help but think that I should've been there for her.

"Are you serious? Oh my god. I am so sorry Gabs!" I exclaimed as I hugged her. She hugged me back, but lightly. It was a weird thing. You could feel all of her bones. Her hug wasn't like it used to be before Melanie got here. I sighed as I let go of her and started to shake my head.

"I mean I thought something was up at the beginning after the diner thing. But then I let my guard down when she was nice to us." I started rambling. "And when I heard that tape, it seriously shocked me. I mean you're one of my best friends. You would never say any of those things. But when I tried defending you, I just couldn't. My stupid insecurity! It's all my fault. I should've said something sooner! You know?!?" I finished out of breath. She simply shook her head sadly.

"It wasn't your fault Kelsi. It was all inevitable." She sighed. "I guess it was all fate." She said standing up and looking the other way. I saw tears dripping from her chin. Tears couldn't help but build up in my own eyes. "It doesn't matter now. My parents and Isabella aren't here. None of the gang will talk to me. I have no friends at all Kelsi." Her voice was starting to break. "Right now, I just feel like I shouldn't be here anymore. I don't have anything else to live for… Nothing. I feel like I should just… die." She said blankly, looking at the ground through her tears. I looked at her astonished.

"D-did you just say y-you want to d-die?" I stuttered.

Finally! Now that's a proper cliffy. ;)

Hope you guys liked this chapter. I'll be updating with the first chapter of Money, Love, and Jealousy tomorrow, or on Monday the latest. :) And hopefully I can update this one faster. We'll see. :P Have a good week you guys. Remember to tell me what you think in a review! Hmm, let's aim for 15 reviews before the next update? Haha.

-Ilyilyx3

Sneak Peak-

"Gabriella's cutting herself!"

"I know, I"ve seen her."

"Then what do we do?!"

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"I'm sorry. But Melanie made us…"

"What are you talking about?"

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"Montez, what are you talking about?!?"

"No Green! Don't act dumb. This was all your fault! You did this!"

Whoo. Wonder what those could mean… Haha I wanted to try a new type of sneak peak. That one has less info in it. It's more fun in my opinion. :P