Hey, I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm sorry. I've been crazy busy.

But here is the next one: Death

Thanks for the reviews, and a cookie to Troyella411, my 50th reviewer. Also cookies to: Haunted Whisper, x3 Gabriella Montez x3, and Winter Sapphire, for long reviews :)

Warnings for this one: Death, obviously, and some swearing. Mentions of God, or a higher power. I'm Catholic, but I don't want to force my religion on anyone- sorry if it offends you.

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Investigators had opened the books unaffected. It had appeared to be a text book case. But they hadn't delved into the mind of a teenage girl grieving the love of her life. Yet.

This text was complied using diary entries, and after speaking to family members and friends.

Her body was numb. She couldn't believe it was happening to her. He couldn't be. He couldn't be. It was her mantra. The thought that ran through her mind consistently for the past few days.

The process started the day she heard the news. And she was sure it would be the death of her.

Denial

For days, weeks even, she had convinced herself that he wasn't gone. He wasn't. He couldn't be. He had promised.

He was her knight in basketball playing teenager's body. He had promised. He promised.

She was numb to the world around her. The rain fell, but its wetness didn't hit her. The sun blazed, but the heat did not reach her skin. The wind blew, and the air grew chilly, but her soul was much colder, and the wind did not faze her.

She was unreachable.

Anger

She continued like that for days on end. Then one day she was sitting in her room, when her mom came to give her something to eat. She hadn't eaten for days.

And what did she do? She yelled. A lot. She was pissed at everything, and at everyone. Even herself. She couldn't comprehend why it was happening to her.

It wasn't her fault. Or was it? It could have been. But she wasn't sure.

He was young. He was perfect. He was healthy. And he was hers.

She didn't understand it. How did that man come out okay? Did he regret what he did every day?

She vowed every single day to hate drunk drivers.

She hated the world anyway, then. Drunk drivers seemed minuscule in comparison.

Bargaining

She wondered if there was anything to reverse it. If she could just see his face one more time… if she could kiss him, touch his face, know that he was okay. She'd do anything for that.

Mostly she prayed. God, please, send him back. Rewind time. Something. Let me see him again, please. Switch it. Let me go instead. I don't care. Just bring him back. I'll do anything.

But she felt as if she went unheard.

Depression

It became apparent, at least to her, that there was no way out. He wasn't coming back. They'd never be happy again. He'd never kiss her again, laugh, smile, or anything with her again.

That's what made the tears fall. That's what made her stop eating. That's what made her never sleep.

She withdrew from everyone. Her mother. Her friends.

Things weren't looking good for her.

Acceptance

N/A

This was when her case became so un-text book to the investigators. Gabriella Montez never reached acceptance.

Three months after the death of her fiancée, Troy Bolton, Gabriella Montez, age nineteen, the once smart, vibrant, beautiful, kind and caring Gabriella Montez, was found dead on the floor of her bedroom.

Conclusion of the investigation:


Cause of Death: Broken Heart.

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I don't like this. I don't like depressing things, and I don't think this came out very well. I didn't know how to write it, because I normally don't do death things. I'm sorry if I confused anyone. These were Gabriella's thoughts through the investigators' eyes. Does that make sense?

Let me know what you think!

Be on the look out for the next theme: Leaving.

I'll be updating quicker from now on, hopefully. I want to get everything finished by July 4, 2006. Let's see if I can do it ;)

Love,

Monica