Troy woke up at 3am from his nap. He hadn't slept that long in days, and he kicked himself for missing most of the darkness.

At 6am, Jack Bolton came in to wake up his son for their Saturday training. At first he couldn't find Troy in the dark, but then Troy began to scream in his nightmare, and Jack quickly woke him in a cold sweat in his place on the floor. Hw didn't ask what was wrong though, I mean, nothing could be wrong with his star son.

All morning Troy worked hard and tried to please his Dad, but his lack of food, and especially lack of sleep, was badly affecting his game. Jack became more and more furious with Troy for not trying and after yelling didn't work, he resorted to refusing Troy any water while his game was so bad. At around 2pm, Jack was just too fed up and went inside, telling Troy to continue training without mercy or water until he said stop.

Troy felt awful. The lack of food and sleep, along with dehydration kicking in; he could not have felt worse. The sun beat down on him mercilessly as he took shot after shot. He was so dizzy and light-headed, but too afraid to stop in case it all caught up with him and his already fairly empty stomach would go to war with him, spilling its contents wherever he landed. His head throbbed and spun, his throat was dry and his stomach churned, he couldn't run straight, or barely stand; every 10 meters he would stumble and have to try and pick himself up. But still he pushed on. If his game dropped then people would ask questions, his team would hate him, his school would hate him, his dad would hate him, and even though he cared little for basketball anymore, he would hate himself for letting everyone down.

Troy heard his father's car pull out from the driveway. He heaved a sigh of relief as he leaned against the fence and emptied his stomach. He could barely see, he couldn't focus and his mind was buzzing. He felt like he had been trampled by a stampede of elephants, an ANGRY stampede of elephants in basketball jerseys. As she stumbled to the house he wasn't sure whether he wasn't to laugh or cry or scream. He could imagine how he would look right now and wanted to laugh at how pathetic and weak he was, but these same reasons made him want to cry at what he had been reduced to of late. 3 months in a downward spiral from the day he lost Gabi, he wasn't sure he had long before he hit rock bottom. And he wasn't sure where to turn for help.

After drinking his weight in water he crawled up the stairs to his room. He knew who could save him from himself. But she didn't know he needed to be saved. Without thinking, as if by habit, he picked up his phone and called Gabi (his number was on private). As soon as he heard her voice he was ripped from his daze, realising what he had done.

"Hello, who is this?"

At the sound of that sweet, angelic voice Troy didn't know what to do. He couldn't bring himself to hang up, as everything seemed to hit him at once. He began to sob uncontrollably into the phone.

Gabriella listened as the person on the phone broke down into hysterical sobs. She didn't know who it might be and they wouldn't, or couldn't, speak to her. So after a few minutes she just hung up.

And then she was gone. Just like that she had left him again.

Troy was distraught and out of control. He rolled of his bed, tears flooding down his face, as he reached for the bowl under his drawers. He put down the blinds and turned some music up loud. He sat in the middle of his floor, rocking, as he cried to himself, surrounded by the former glory of his life displayed in the myriad of basketball trophies and ribbons. He put the needle up to his arm and slowly injected his release. He lay down where he was, just breathing, allowing the heroine to take over his body and free him from his world. He had always been against drugs, but he realised now that he just didn't understand how they simplified everything. Now he was a slave to them, but he had never felt better than he did right then. As he lost all feeling, he lay there singing to himself, unaware of anything but the tingling of his fingers as he lost all feeling and sense of time or place.

"I thought that you'd be loving me.
I thought you were the one who'd stay forever.
But now forever's come and gone
And I'm still here alone.

Cause you were only playing,
You were only playing with my heart.
I was never waiting;
I was never waiting for the tears to start.

It was you who put the clouds around me.
It was you who made the tears fall down.
It was you who broke my heart in pieces.
It was you; it was you who made my blue eyes blue.
Oh, I never should have trusted you.

I thought that Id be all you need.
In your eyes I thought I saw my heaven.
And now my heavens gone away
And I'm out in the cold.

Cause you had me believing,
You had me believing in a lie.
Guess I couldn't see it;
I guess I couldn't see it till I saw goodbye.

It was you who put the clouds around me.
It was you who made the tears fall down.
It was you who broke my heart in pieces.
It was you, it was you who made my blue eyes blue.
Oh, I never should have trusted you."