Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! I've been cramming in work for the end of the school year. I hope you guys like this chapter. I'll be honest with you, I'm not very happy with the way it turned out. It may bore you guys to death. But, it will get better…I promise! It's basically just Gabi typing her thoughts.

What you want

Baby, I got it

What you need

You know I got it

All I'm asking

Is for a little respect when you get home

Hey, baby

When you get home

Just a little bit,

Mister

Gabriella had the most beautiful voice and it was completely common of her to sing her little heart out whenever she was anywhere alone; including her room at night, when she thought everyone had gone to bed. Maybe that was why she managed to get sick so often. She never knew how many people stayed up just to hear her singing through the walls. This particular night, everyone happened to be listening. Sometimes Madison even recorded the angelic voice that echoed the halls, but she never dared show it to her friends, knowing that her sister didn't want people to know she had this voice. Something Madison never understood. Hunter never actually admired beauty, but he loved the sound of his sisters' vocalizations. The parents of these four children were the proudest of them all, but they refused to believe that Gabriella would hold in this talent forever.

There were only a few people who had actually heard Gabriella sing, but she had sworn them to secrecy. She didn't think that she was a good as everybody said she was, or as Taylor said the first time she heard her, "That was…beyond good! That was amazing! I've never heard someone sing that well. You should try out for American Idol. Honest!"

Gabriella never wanted anyone to know and no one ever understood why. It could be because she was just too shy, or I might have been because she didn't believe in herself and refused to believe in herself. No one ever knew.

R – E – S – P – E – C – T

Found out what it means to me

R – E – S – P – E – C – T

Take care, TCB

No

A little respect

No

A little respect, gonna say itone more time…

Gabriella never knew that everyone was listening at night. She would be red-face embarrassed if she ever found out and most likely would never sing alone in her room again and her family knew that, which is why they never told her.

You would not believe what happened to me today! I don't even think I want to describe for fear of remembering it all to well. I want to forget it, but I can't bring myself to…

Gabriella would never forget the incident of that day, but she would never tell anybody either. She wasn't about to notify the police, which is probably the first thing any girl would do. She didn't believe in 'jail,' or execution.

Jail is more appropriate for someone who has committed a crime, but execution or a lifetime in a jail, a LIFETIME...what was that all about? Execution a.k.a death has been going on since the Middle Agesand I don't think anyone deserves it, nor a lifetime of being locked up and shut away from the world. Life is something that everyone deserves something everyone should have a right to and being locked up for half of it doesn't help it in anyway. And what of execution? Taking someone's life before it's their time? What is with that? Death doesn't solve anything...it only brings more pain into somebody else's life. And the people who kill them are technically murderer's right? Right? If they don't feel bad that they killed someone then why are they even considered human? Anyone who kills and doesn't feel guilty is just an asshole! I mean, they could be killing a person LONG before it's there time to die and whether they committed a crime, that person still had the right to live, the right to make a difference, the right to a life. Its like "Romeo and Juliet" in a way, Tybalt killed Mercutio and Romeo killed Tybalt. Mercutio and Tybalt both met their end on that same fateful day, probably years before it was time for their death. So, who, in that fight deserves to live? They all do. I guess that's what hatred does to somebody…

This was something that Gabriella did alone in her room whilst she singed at the top of her lungs. She would type the most random documents on her computer for her own pleasure. These documents would be about life in general and really anything else that came to mind. It was almost like an online journal to her, only she didn't do it daily.

I guess God has a plan for everyone and if that plan involves death before time...but, if God has a plan for everyone, wouldn't being murdered be considered your time for death? And if you're going to die anyway, what's the point of living? Why does God give you the chance to live when it's all going to end sooner or later? Hopefully later for most people…

Gabriella had always been one for asking questions. In fact, when she was young, her family used to call her "Curious One" or "Curious" for short. She had always hated that nickname.

I'm rambling again. Sorry...Wait, what am I apologizing to a computer? Well, I guess everyone does it sometime in there life. So, as I was saying…ummm…darn it! I lost my train of thought! UGH! Don't you hate it when that happens? What am I even doing? I'm writing in a stupid computer journal while singing at the top of my lungs. Talk about embarrassing if anybody walked in right now Anyway, my day was alright, except for the one little thing at the end. My god, if Troy hadn't been there…I don't know what I would have done. I'd probably be pregnant right now. Well, maybe in a few days I would. Thank God, for him! Danielle and Chloe are at a sleepover, I have no clue why, I think Hunter is getting sick, Maddie is being a bitch again. We just finished ANOTHER argument. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love her to death, she, just drives me up a wall with frostbite sometimes. My parents are still…my parents. I mean, who else would they be? I just noticed that it's really quiet right now, except for me singing. It's kind of freaky.

Just as Gabriella finished typing that phrase, the phone rang, breaking the silence of the house. Gabriella nearly jumped out of her seat. Have I ever mentioned that she was quite skittish?

And now the phone is ringing. Wait…WHO THE HELL IS CALLING AT 3 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! THAT IS JUST NOT RIGHT! CAN'T ANYBODY GET ANY SLEEP IN THIS HOUSE! *sigh* it better not be Aunt Clara again. She always and I mean ALWAYS forgets about the time difference.

The phone stopped it's obnoxious sound of multiple dings, bringing the silence back.

I guess someone answered. As I was saying…

A loud screech echoed through the house, sending chills down Gabriella's spine. Was that her mom? What could she be so ecstatic about at this time of night? And it wasn't a happy scream, but rather the type when you're watching a horror movie and the actor is going to open a closet door and you know something is in there, but they open it anyway and you scream even though you knew what was going to happen. Yep, that's pretty much the sound her mother was making.

And my mom is screaming into the phone. It doesn't sound good. Maybe she's just yelling at Aunt Clara to stop calling so late at night. Maybe it's just a…

"Gabi, get your shoes on!" Gabriella's mother came running into her room and threw a pair of shoes at her. They weren't even matching. It was a heel and a slipper.

Her mother was running through every bedroom, knocking on every bedroom door, telling everyone to get dressed.

"Mom? Mom, what's going on?" Gabriella put on her slippers and ran up to her mother, who was already halfway out the front door.

"We have to get to the hospital! Now!"

Hospital? What was happening? Nobody they knew was pregnant, no one was dying, no one in a coma, nobody injured. What the hell was going on?

"Mom, you're scaring me," Gabriella said as everyone came downstairs in their pajamas and a pair of random shoes just thrown onto their feet.

"Everyone, get in the car."

"Honey, what's happening?" Gabriella's dad walked to stand beside his wife and there, she broke down

…in his arms…

…tears running down her face…

…gripping onto her husbands clothing…

What was happening?

Dad took control of the group, "Well, you heard your mother. Get in the car…NOW!"

Madison and Hunter nearly ran out the door, for fear of being punished, their father walked slowly out, his sobbing wife in his arms. Gabriella stood at the door. Looking out as everyone was loading into the car. She walked out of the house and into the moonlit night, closing the giant, brown front door behind her. Gabriella looked up to the stars shining about her, 'God, whatever has happened…let it be done. We place it in your hands.'

Little did she know that, after that night, it would be harder to say that prayer ever again, even if it was hard to say it now.

I'm just going to warn all my fans that this is going to get a little bit more heartbreaking and intense from here. But, it's a true story so there's not much I can do about it. Tell me what you guys think about Gabi's online journal thing. I might start doing it more often. REVIEW! Please.