Chapter Seven

The next few days, it poured. I stayed in my room, or on the balcony to watch the rain. Like at this particular moment, I was on the balcony and didn't notice someone come in, or Prince's yapping at the person.

The sliding door slid opened and out stepped Ryan, and he looked horrible! His hair was a mess, his eyes were baggy and red, and his clothes did not match. He looked like he was crying and hasn't seen the light of day for weeks, which was impossible because he was out the last sunshine day.

Without warning, Ryan fell to his knees and started sobbing. I jumpped up off my chair and backed away.

"Sharpay, you have no idea how messed up I am without you." he cried. "You have so much reason to hate me, but look, I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry! I hate myself too! I hate myself, because you're mad at me! You're my baby sister and I never meant to hurt you! But Sharpay, I am sorry!"

I looked at him. My mouth openeing, then closing, then opening, then closing for the final time.

"But if you don't accept that, then I guess that's your problem. Or it's mine! I don't know anymore, Sharpay! I just know that I'm sorry and miss you. But-But..." he shook his head as I just stared at him, biting my lip. "You don't even care do you? Look I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." he said, I grabbed my left arm, then he stormed out ,sobbing more, and slamming my bedroom door behind him.

He had no clue that I did care. I really did care, but I was upset. Upset at him and Zeke.

"Sharpay, Zeke is on the phone, AGAIN!" my dad called into the room and held the other side of teh phone with his hand. "He's called over a hundred times this week, Pay-Pay, talk to him."

I looked through the glass door, into my room, where my dad stood with the phone. I shook my head and sat back down in my chair, looking at the spot where Ryan was on the ground crying. I felt horrible, almost as horrible as Ryan looked. And I was misrable, like the day, for two days afterwards. Then, it got sunny again and my mom made me leave the house and get in a happy mood with the happy atmosphere.

I walked around the edge of the pool, a strange thought filled my mind. What if I fell. I couldn't swim. I'd float down to the bottom and all of my problems would be relieved from me. People could hate me, and I wouldn't have to care, because I'd be gone.

Slipping of my shoes, and taking off the tie around skirt, that covered my bathing suit. I put my right foot out, and then my other one. Falling into the abandoned pool, gently floating. Slowly dieing. Losing breath. I opened my mouth and let the water filled me. It was disgusting, but it helped.

"Hold on!" Then I felt a splash, but I has so much water in me I blanked out.

I'm guessing, a few hours later, my eyes shot open and I was back in my room with Gabriella sitting in the chair next to me.

"You're okay." she sighed, smiling happily.

I looked at her, then at my wet outfit. "You saved me, didn't you?" I asked

She nodded.

"Why? Why'd you save me? I was supposed to drown."

"I'm the lifegaurd, I save people." she explained. "But most importantly, you're my friend. I couldn't let something happen to my friend."

I gave her a puzzled look. "You consider me your friend?" I asked.

She nodded again. Before I realized what i was doing I hugged her. "Thank you, Gabriella." I breathed.

She patted my back, probably smiling. "Don't mention it, Sharpay." she said. We looked at each otehr from arms length smiling.

At that moment, Gabriella Montex was my friend, but also, my inspiration.

sorry for the shortness