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Everyone Has a Problem
Chapter 10: Beyond that Point
By musiclover94 and Baby-M-xo
Last Chapter…
She made a fresh divot in her graying and clamming skin and the blood stuck out like the blood in Sweeny Todd. It gave her a sense of calmness, so she continued to dig it into the flesh. Why did Sharpay bring up Troy? Thinking of that, fresh tears fell from her face and fell to her forearm, mixing with the thick crimson substance that symbolized all her pain.
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Gabriella looked dizzily around her house. She hadn't been here for several weeks, and the open space, free of nurses and hospital beds and blood transfusions. She rubbed the pinpricks from the machines as she looked around the space.
Her mother had dropped her off at home, giving her a word of caution before running errands. Ha! Petty words couldn't help her now. It was beyond that point. If her mother didn't care about her, so one did.
She quickly walked up the steps to her bedroom and almost collapsed from drowsiness. She stopped herself from falling flat on her face by using her shaky, weak arm as a barrier. Her stomach landed somewhat lightly on the carpeted stair. Gabriella took no notice of it.
She stumbled to her door and pulled it open, revealing the somewhat familiar room behind it. Tears blinded her as she walked toward a cabinet and pulled out a CD of heavy metal rock music she had looted from her brother's room. She flipped it into her player and turned it up full volume. She barely noticed the ear-splitting din as she sauntered to her bed and sank into it, the tears finally falling thick and fast into her lap.
Her mind wandered distantly to conversations she had heard in the halls of East High before her breakdown after French. They had all been hushed hastily once the gossipers had realized she was approaching them. They gave her fake smiles as she walked by. Before they had stopped, Gabriella had caught the words 'Montez', 'Bolton', and 'breakup', and 'worst possible time, too'.
Her mind for once controlled her actions and she reached beneath her bed for the blade. It was still slightly coated with a somewhat hard layer of blood. She dragged it unevenly across her forearm and felt and saw the crimson substance pour out of her veins. She only felt a small indent of pain, and then a warm, numb feeling of relief and happiness.
The blood trickled off her arm onto the white sheet grotesquely. As she continued to drag the now dull from use silver across her once-perfect skin, the room spun in front of her, flying in and out of focus. Gabriella thought fuzzily of why they hadn't thought to search her room for anything dangerous to her. Just another detail about why they don't care about you anymore. They'll probably kick you right out of the house when they find out what's between you and Troy…
As she thought this, she stumbled clumsily to the door and pulled it open, and then walking down the stairs to the wine cellar for the next phase. She gripped the full bottle of vodka from the farthest corner and walked upstairs shakily again.
More numb feeling spread throughout her tattered veins as the alcohol coursed through her still-frail system as she quickly drank the whole bottle and drunkenly let it crash to the floor, sending glass all over her floor. It strangely resembled her heart, broken, shattered into unfixable pieces.
She was just going to pick up the blade again when she heard a frantic tap on her porch window. A voice that sounded like it was horrified, worried, and frantic at the same time, said loudly enough to be heard through the thick glass and over the loud music, "Gabriella?"
Author's Note: Please review. I need ideas.