Troy's POV
It was a Monday, therefore I was supposed to go to basketball practice during free period. I skipped it. I went to my secret spot instead. I opened the journal once again, but this time I didn't ignore the note from Gabriella. We hadn't been dating at the time, we haven't dated at all, but she sure did act like it.
Dear Troy,
I hope that your 17th birthday is all that you wanted. Also, I Hope this will help you with your 'I wish I could just be…a guy' problem, maybe deep down inside you really are; just like I've always known. Smile big Troy, It's your birthday, love ya forever babe.
-Gabi
I reread this enough times until I had memorized it, then I continued to analyze it in my head. I turned the page and wrote the next few verses in my song, the note really inspired me, just not in a good way.
"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.
You, save me from myself.
But you, can never erase that
Image from my mind
Of you leaving me behind.
There's nothing left for me here
I cry, and you wipe away my tears
That leave stains of shame on
My face.
It's this feeling of total despair
Haunting you, everywhere.
You stay only in pity.
You, save me from myself.
But you, can never erase that
Image from my mind
Of you leaving me behind."
I closed the notebook, satisfied with my progress. Then I noticed Gabriella.
Cliffie there, update soon!