Hello guys. Sorry I haven't uploaded in ages! You have NO idea how sorry I am.. I'd love to update more but.. where does the time go?
Anyway, here is the next, rather brief chapter. Sorry it's short, but the next one will be much longer and more in depth. You have to understand that the reason this chapter is not as in depth as my other stories etc is because it is supposed to be from Gabriella's point of view, and bare in mind, though she is intelligent, she has just been through a major trauma! Time flies past when you're in situations like this. Trust me, I know.
So yeah, PLEASE review if you enjoy it otherwise I won't know how I'm doing for the next chapter.. Please leave a review and make my day.
N/A - I do not own HSM or its characters.
And I most definitely do not own 'You Are Not Alone' by Michael Jackson. - I can only dream...
If you don't know it, check it out. It may help you get in the mood of the story.
PEACE x
You wouldn't think that the radio works afterwards..
But it does.
Gabriella opened her eyes to the sight of broken glass and hideously tangled metal shattered all across the road. She felt the cool Tarmac against the side of her face. For a moment she lay still, somewhat relaxed, staring off into the distance, not even attempting to move her fragile body. She felt too exhausted to move. After only a few seconds more, which felt like hours, Gabriella's senses became sharper, more alert, as she took in her surroundings. She felt the damp air, and the cold wind on her exposed flesh. She focused her hearing, and heard no movements. She felt alone.
Realising that she was in the car before she blacked out, she slowly began to move her limbs in an attempt to stand. Her left wrist was dead, yet it hurt agonisingly, all at once. She stood slowly and turned, blood trickling down from the countless cuts and gashes on her face and body.
As she turned, she faced the horror that was: Troy's truck.
She saw the twisted piece of White metal and where it had been hit by the other car. She saw the remains of what once had been the passenger door. Troy's truck had never been strong, as his father had fixed it up himself. She was not surprised it hadn't survived.
But that's when she noticed.
Michael Jackson's "You Are Not Alone" was still playing.
Gabriella's eyes began to fill with salty tears. She sucked in a breath and slowly staggered a step forward. She cried out as her body racked and jarred from the pain. She tried desperately to move forward as her eyes blurred with tears and her teeth ground together in agony.
But knowing such a beautiful soul was fading inside the mangled truck, she took another step. Then another breath. Then another step.
She staggered to the drivers side.
"...Just the other night,
I thought I heard you cry.
Asking me to come and hold you in my arms.."
She reached under the mangled metal and felt her heart shattering. Troy was there. His bronzed face and head bloody. Her breathing hitched again. She didn't even try to wipe away the countless tears. "Troy.." she realised she was whispering. She leant into the half ruined truck and touched his arm. "Troy!" she spoke loudly, tears streaming. "Troy.." she said softly. "Troy. Wake up." she shook his arm. "Troy please," she whimpered. Her body felt so broken, it slumped onto the ground next to the bashed wreckage, and her face became crumpled and distorted, with the pure despair in her heart, as her whole body racked with the overwhelming strength of her sobs.
Suddenly sirens were heard, shattering the silent bubble Gabriella was in. A woman was next to her, her hand on her arm, pulling her away. Gabriella screamed. She was shaking viciously and blood stained her clothes. The woman kept a low voice. Her speech, to Gabriella, sounded mumbled. She couldn't make out her words.
Gabriella threw herself at the mangled metal of Troy's truck, cringing wilding at the sight of Troy's injuries and the sensations from her own. Firemen were already with him when she looked his way again. She wondered how long they'd been there for.
They were busy prying Troy from the truck, while paramedics were placing oxygen tubes and a mask on him.
She watched as his eyes stayed shut. His shirt was ripped to reveal his beautifully muscular chest that too was murky with blood. She watched as it heaved to take in breath. Her thoughts were haunted. He still hadn't opened those beautiful eyes.
Thinking the worse Gabriella fell into hysterics. She screamed his name and tried to break free from the paramedics that were leading her away.
"Please!" she shrieked quietly but uncontrollably as she fell to the ground, "I have to stay with him. Y-you have to let me stay!"
"..I can hear your prayers,
Your burdens I will bare.
But first I need your hand,
Then forever can begin.."
Her breathing hitched more, her vision completely blurred.
"Miss. You have to calm down. We're here to help you alright? Tell me your name."
Gabriella tore her sight away from Troy and looked at the dark paramedic. He looked no more then 25.
"G-g-gabriella," she stammered, her speaker hitched because of all the tears.
"Okay Gabriella. We're going to put you in a neck brace. Then we'll get that wrist looked at alright?"
Gabriella nodded. She hadn't realised how close to the truck the ambulance had been. She hadn't seen it earlier.
From where she was sat she could here You Are Not Alone as its melody travelled in the icy breeze towards her. The pop icon's voice was surprisingly peaceful even in such a situation.
Gabriella hadn't realised she had been singing along through her tears until the paramedic smiled at her in acknowledgement as he strapped her up. It's all about the attitude with emergency services, Gabriella thought.
"..Everyday I sit and ask myself,
'How did love slip away?'
But somethin' whispers in my ear and says.."
Gabriella let her lips move in sync with the voice she could hear. Troy Bolton's unannounced love for all things beautiful came back to her in a rush as she sang along to his favourite artist. She softly prayed heaven-ward.
To God,
Or Michael Jackson,
Or anyone who would listen,
that Troy would hear so that if he did leave this earth, this would be the last thing he'd hear: Art. Beauty. A masterpiece. And not her scream.
Gabriella opened her swollen eyes to see the paramedics wheel Troy on a stretcher into the ambulance and set him next to her. She studied his bloody face wearily, as her singing voice was not even a whisper, as it wheezed to be heard through her tight throat.
"..You are not alone,
'Cuz I am here with you.
Though we're far away,
I am here to stay.."
As the ambulance doors shut, and the services cut off the radio as they prepared to take the broken truck away. Gabriella closed her eyes as she lay on the stretcher with a blanket covering her. She didn't try to move, but tears fell on their own as she lay, listening now to nothing but the constant, and thankfully, even beep of the heart monitors. Looking over at Troy as much as she could, she grasped "I'll never stop singing."
So as the ambulance pulled away and the hospital approached, Gabriella pondered on what life would hold for her if Troy were to pass away, and by the time those thoughts passed her mind, she realised the morphine was kicking in. If she had the strngth, she'd grip his hand and cry to herself.
But she didn't.
She couldn't think of anything.
As the dark paramedic sat at the foot of the stretchers, Gabriella lay still. The sirens were whirring, but Gabriella felt somewhat at peace, realising that this was the first real silence she'd even felt right through her heart.
She closed her eyes, reached out and held Troy's strong, limb hand, and tried to grip it. She turned to him, and began to gasp for air through her mouth as she sobbed, as though she'd just be drowned. She was happy to know he was still breathing.
He was still there.
"..You Are Not Alone,
'cuz I am here with you.
Though we're far apart,
You're always in my heart.
You are not alone."