Most of the songs that Troy writes in this story are written by myself, unless otherwise said. So just letting ya'll know!
Troy's POV
Take me away,
With Your wings, high above.
For mine have long been taken
As collateral.
My soul leaks from the end of my pen,
Like something that won't stop flowin'
Away.
I struggled with thinking of the chorus as I sat in my bed. The pen was still pressed against the tail of the 'y' in away, I couldn't move it… I couldn't think. I threw the notebook against the wall and sucked a deep breath in, then slowly blew it out.
I had woken up early on Saturday for no apparent reason. My body just told me to open my eyes and get up, which was strange. I decided since it was only four am that I could do something at four right? I remembered my mom telling me to clean up my closet the day before, so I figured, why not now? I opened my closet door, which was a walk in closet, and began to estimate about how long it would take me to clean it. Considering that it was quite unorganized and things were practically about to fall off of the top shelves, it was better off not guessing at all. I got out my iPod and picked the play list called 'Cleaning' (I had always had a knack for organizing my music for what it was meant to accompany, I had one for Running, Cleaning, Weight Training, Ecstasy, Homework, Thinking, and on, it was pretty cool) then got to work. I decided it would be best to get everything off the ground first, I started flinging the clothes that were on the floor to the laundry basket across the room. But somehow in the process of throwing, I grabbed too many things at once, thus causing several items to be thrown overhead. It ended up landing several boxes that were already off balance, onto my head. "Shit!" I said loudly and clutched the back of my head. "God Damnit!" I bawled, feeling as if the boxes were still falling on my head. "Fuck!" I screamed and kicked one of the boxes which caused it to tip over, pouring the contents onto the ground.
Luckily I didn't wake anyone up, even after a long five minutes of swearing. I swore in my head for a final time as I saw the mess I had made. I tore the earphones out of my ears, fuming. I bent down and picked up all of the boxes and laid them on my bed. At first I thought that they were only old photographs of me playing basketball, I was wrong. In similarity to the box Gabriella had given me, I had one of my own also about her. I dumped out the entire box and spread out its' bits and pieces. I then remembered how the night Gabriella said those four haunting words (AN: I hope you're happy) I had, in frustration and misery, put away everything that could possibly remind me of her that was in my room. Or, most things anyway. The only thing I left 'unboxed' was the bracelet on my wrist, which I refused to take off, ever. I shed one tear as I looked at the things before me, I broke my heart all over again.
Sorry for the short filler chapter. I needed some time to think over what should be in that box! Now I have already finished the song used in this one, so no need for help, besides, for things like that I often like to think of them myself. Tell me what you think, of both my song and the story so far!