I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that this is so late, and I am also so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that this is such an odd chapter. I'm not too sure about it, but what do you think? As always let me know wonderful reader people!

"I am so fucking angry with you Ryan Alexander Evans. So so bloody angry. And I'm never angry with you.
I've been annoyed, sure, a bit pissed off sometimes maybe, but never EVER this angry.
How could you do this?
Just leave me behind.
After everything we've been through together, all the birthdays, all the parties and all the shows.
Everyone bitching about me and calling me the ice queen.
Parting for me to walk through.
You know how much it upsets me how people are scared of me.
You know it does.
You know I can never make it through the say without you by my side.
Without your hand on my shoulder, because you know I can't see because the tears I'm holding in my eyes make everything blurry so you have to guide me the whole way. You know I can't cope when mums like this.
When she just sits in her room and smokes.
She only comes out every now and again.
She looks like a fricking ghost.
It's like she's just drifting away from me.
Like that balloon on our 5th birthday.
I tried and I tried to grab a hold of it but it just got carried away.
It's exactly the same now.
How can you leave me to deal with this by myself?
All the relatives come over, and its oooh poor Ryan this and poor Ryan that, Oh! Sharpay, be a dear and put the kettle on? It's never poor Sharpay.
Has it occurred to everyone that I lost my daddy, brother, best friend, twin in an instant?
That I'm losing my mother too?
It's ok for you.
You don't know how this feels.
You just lie there, oblivious to everything, so peaceful.
I need you so much.
I need you to just open your eyes and smile at me.
Say "It's ok Shar, we'll be fine, and it will all be good."
But you haven't said that have you, so obviously it's not alright, it's not going to be ok, and it won't be good.
I won't be fine.
Why won't you just wake up?
Look at me?
I need you.
Can't you see that?
I'm absolutely nothing without you.
I'm not an Evans twin anymore.
I'm just Sharpay Evans, and Sharpay Evans is a pretty horrible person to be right now.
You guys, your all I have.
Now Troy Bolton, TROY EFFING BOLTON, is trying to be all nicey nicey, and I want nothing more than to jump into his arms and have him hold me.
Cry into his shoulder.
But I can't, I can't care about him, I can't get close to him.
Because I'll lose him, and I can't lose anyone else.
I won't lose anyone else.
It's the auditions for the musical next week.
We were going to nail it this year.
We were going to show that einsteinette and lunkhead basket ball boy what acting was.
What show business was.
What it was like to get up there and show everyone in that auditorium what it was like to be on that stage and to absolutely love it.
But I can't even step in the stage without you by my side.
It's impossible.
I tried, about a gazillion times, and each time I put my foot there and look out to the empty seats my chest caves in, like its crumpling.
My head spins and my hands shake, and I just want to cry and cry and I want you to pick me and take me home and tuck me under the covers, and stroke my hair and just be here with me.
It's like my life is full of empty chairs at the moment.
In homeroom, and all our classes, I won't let anyone sit in the chair next to me, your chair, because you'll need it again right?
There's no one watching me when I play the piano, there's no one on the stool next to me to play the top part.
The computer chair is always empty because you're not there to hog it.
All the chairs in Daddy's study are unused; I hate the thought of being in there without him.
He always disliked it so much.
There isn't anyone lying on the chaise lounge in my dressing room telling me the outfits I choose are too garish, not garish enough, too slutty, and not slutty enough.
You and mother were the best fashion critics in the world.
All the chairs in the viewing rooms are discarded.
I'm the only one who uses the rooms, and I hate that there is no one next to me, throwing pop corn in my mouth, and laughing along to Family Guy with me.
I need someone there with me.
I hate being alone.
I still eat dinner in the dining room table every night.
Like you wanted, us all to have a meal as a family.
But I'm the only one there.
Mother's chair, father's chair, your chair just sit there, unloved.
But I can't bring myself to sit in them; it's not fair on the chairs.
They need their owners.
I need their owners.
Crazy as this sounds, I even miss mother telling me off for eating your toasted sandwiches and McDonalds.
Her constant chastising of my diet, telling me that my metabolism will slow WAAAAAY down one day, and I'll end up looking like Aunt Sarah.
Ew.
My ears are sore from listening to my iPod so much, but it's the only way I can block out the constant humming and whispering around me.
I miss talking you know.
I don't say anything anymore, at all.
I have no one to say it to. Mothers not going to listen.
Only you and father, and that's because you have no choice, you can't shut me up.
Ryan I'm falling apart without you.
I feel so tired now.
Holding my head up is too much effort and I feel like I just want to curl up under my comforter and fall asleep forever.
But every time I close my eyes, I see it over and over again.
Fathers eyes with no spark, the blood running down your face, the glass everywhere.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat, I think I'm dying, but so slowly and horribly.
I just want this to be over now. Please let it be over.
I can't handle it anymore, so please please please please wake up.
If you want me to beg I will! I
f I have to pray, I definitely will.
Come back to me RyRy, please.
I need you so much.
I miss you."

Sharpay had been talking for an hour, punctuated by cries. Her voice was hoarse though misuse. She had shouted at her brother, and called him every name under the sun. But it didn't matter, he wouldn't hear.

He was in a coma.

Her twin was in a coma, and there was nothing she could do to wake him up. She'd played him music, sang to him, jumped up and down on his bed. Nothing worked. She'd been told so many times to prepare herself for the worse. How the fuck do you prepare yourself for something like that?

She heard a noise at the door, and turned around. Standing there, tears running down the side of his face, a look of shock in his eyes stood Troy Bolton.

Sharpay ran.