Disclaimer: i don't own the hsm characters, only my original characters & the plot, i also don't own kelly clarkson lyrics.
Authors note: thanks to anyone who read the first chapter of iomwiwy, wow that doesn't work...i think i should perhaps keep calling it by its actual name. Anyway i'm gonna try & up date as often as possible, however exams are starting very,very,very soon & i kinda have to study!
So here's chapter 2!
The response to chapter 1 was well....lacking, so i'm not sure whether or not to continue this story x i guess that's up to you guys. If anyone is interested in me continuing then.....
Please, Please, Please review...thanks
Lauren x
California Dreaming
After 2 hours and 30 minutes aboard the plane, the seat belt sign came on, signaling that they would be landing soon.
Looking over towards her father, she could see the elderly couple he was sat beside.
The women had vomited on numeral occasions throughout the flight and her father was now on the edge of his seat in a desperate, yet failing attempt to get away from the women.
The aircraft finally made contact with land. As soon as it was possible Gabi jumped to her feet in a desperate bid to escape the claustrophobia of the shuttle.
3 hours later Gabriella found herself riding shotgun in her fathers 'new' Bentley. She truly couldn't understand the fact that though they had just arrived in the country her father had insisted upon driving them to there destination, even though their were 4 cars following suit behind them, each sent from her fathers company to collect their belongings. James, however had insisted that he wanted to get used to the roads here in California....i could have been pretty darn certain they were the same as the roads in every other damn state we had ever visited...but what do i know.
Truth be told, i don't even know where i am going, literally, i didn't even ask which part of California we would be living in. I don't doubt, however that i have been told on numeral occasions, i was either just completely ignorant to the fact, or too wrapped up in my own self pity to care.
Desperately trying to block out the irritating game of 'eye spy', my family had been playing continually since we departed the airport, i plugged in my i-pod. Skimming my playlist i finally came across the song i was looking for: Kelly Clarkson's, If no-one will listen. The song seemed to relate to her life, her previous life that is.
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears
And so you fight to keep from pouring out
But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul
Do you think that there's enough you might drown
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
No one can take you where you alone must go
There's no telling what you will find there
And God, I know the fear that eats away at your bones
It's screaming every step, "just stay here"
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
If you find your fists are raw and red
From beating yourself down
If your legs have given out under the weight
If you find you've been settling for a world of gray
So you wouldn't have to face down your own hate
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
Eyes closed, Gabriella listened to the music. Slowly drifting off into slumber.
She couldn't breath, she opened her mouth desperately seeking oxygen. Taking large gulps of air in a bid to save her failing lungs. The pain was to much to bear. It hurt, God it hurt. The young women could have sworn her skin were on fire. She wanted to die, living was to hard, the pain was to much. Why her? Was God punishing her? She wanted mercy. She needed the pain to go away.
Tears cascaded down the cheeks of the exotic beauty, as she reached up to touch the button for the shower. She stepped in without second thought for the clothes she was wearing, slowly sliding down the back wall onto her knees. The ice cold water pelting off her back as if it were rock.
The harsh red liquid ran from her mixing with the ice water. Blood, his blood. It was all her fault. He didn't deserve this. He shouldn't have had to take such drastic action. He was so young, too young. She had now lost more than she thought possible. The pain increased as she pictured his drained face, remembered how she clung to him as life left his eyes.
She could no-longer feel, her body numb. The only feeling was that of her taunting heart beat. She could feel it beating against her chest, as if desperate for release. She could hear it in her ears, far louder than that of the running water. The young women cursed her heart, for feeling, for breaking, for still daring to beat after what she had caused. Her heart should have stopped, not his, that should have been her box, that should have been her stone, they should be mourning her life, not his....he wasn't supposed to die, not now, not like this, not so soon. Then there was the second death that she had caused, the twin of the man she had witnessed be lowered to the ground that day. She knew, deep down she knew she had lost him to, when they had both stood in that snow covered cemetery earlier that day, when she had clung to is almost lifeless body, when he didn't respond to her. She knew that in a way she had buried both of the men she loved, as it seemed the remaining twins heart had died along with his brother.
Why did she not follow him? She had let him drive off alone. She had taken so long downstairs when she had finally entered the house, she should have checked on him, she knew that now.
Opening her eyes the young women caught sight of the sharp object lying the mirrored cabinet, on her left. She reached out and took the glistening razor in her hand, turning the metal over in her palm. Could she do it?
She brought the metal to her wrist, feeling a sense of control. She had lost all control the month previous, this was the closest she had gotten to taking back the control of her life since then.
A sudden thought, however halted the girls actions. They had died to save her, to protect her. If she went ahead with her actions the men she had loved would have died in vain.
A sudden rapid knocking on the door halted her thoughts.
She could hear the frantic shouts of her only remaining brother.
Eventually he burst the door open, clearly concerned for the life of his only remaining sibling.
Turning to her his face twisted in pain, without second thinking the situation, the man to stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around his sister. Suddenly he was gone, and the light in the room begin to fade and the young girl could hear faint whispers as someone began to nudge her.
"Gabi...Gabi, we're hear princess", came the voice of Gabriella's father.
"Okay Dad", the young women replied.
It had been a dream, one of the few she had been recurringly having for the previous few weeks. At the end of which, everytime her only remaining brother would vanish, as if into thin air. Similar to what had happened to him in reality.
Her father opened her door for her, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Do you intent on helping us, or are you just gonna enjoy the view?", the man laughed
It wasn't until this moment that Gabriella took in her surroundings. This place was breathtaking, they were on a hill overlooking the ocean. It seemed as if they were completely surrounded by forristry, if she didn't know better she would have assumed they were in the Hollywood hills....well apart from the ocean that is. Turning around she witnessed the outstanding building behind her, she could only guess (& hope) it was to be her new home. It was a huge, fantastic, white coloured building, with a huge lawn and beautiful balcony's. She had officially fell inlove with this house.
The interior of the house was even greater than the exterior. Beautiful high ceilings, and a gorgeous marble staircase. Wow, how much was this company paying her father? Standing fixated by the beauty of the house, Gabi hadn't noticed every-once go upstairs, upon noticing Gabriella too made her way up.
"Hey, baby girl, we saved you the master suite", her father told her, "just look at that view".
"Yeah, thanks dad, its really great, but are you sure you and mum don't want this room?"
"Nah, its all yours princess, you deserve it...after everything".
Gabriella smiled at her father as he left her in 'her' room. The whole family had been dancing round her for months, all desperatly trying to be nice to her and make things as easy as possible. She, however, had been a complete ass to them, she really did feel bad.
After officially making an insane mess of her new room, Gabriella decided that she wanted to go take a look at the neighbourhood.
She had learned, eventually, that they were now in fact living in San Diego.
It truely was beautiful here. Her car wouldn't be delivered for another week, she didn't mind though it was easier to take things in while walking.
She headed down some stairs that seems to head towards the sea.
On her way there she came across a sports complex. There were some guys playing soccer, she heard them whistle in her direction, she could hear them make comments about her 'great' legs.
Before leaving the house she had changed into white shorts, a yellow baby doll top & some gladiator sandals.
Gabriella's cell bleeped, signalling she had received a text, taking her phone out to read the text, Gabriella looked down.
The text was from Leah, asking how her flight had been and complaining she hadn't called yet.
Gabriella had given up paying attention to her surroundings as she read the text.
A shout was heard from the sports complex. Gabriella didn't react on time, however and soon found herself on the floor, having received a blow to the back of the head, by a stupidly large ball.
She could hear the laughs of the guys on te soccer team, and the aggravated shouts of other males, seemingly telling them to "shut the fuck up".
Her head was spinning from the collision, but she could hear the running footsteps getting closer.
God she felt like her head had exploded.
"Oh my god, i'm so sorry are you okay?", a male voice asked.
"Do i look okay jackass, what kind of shitty aim do you possess?" Gabi shot back.
She looked up only to see a dark coloured male with insane hair crouched over her, he really did look sorry.
"Sorry, i...ughh..can you just help me up please?", Gabi asked suddenly feeling bad.
"Don't worry about it", the guy laughed.
Gabriella looked around at the three other guys standing behind fro-dude here.
They were all exceptionally tall, well at least compared to her tiny frame. All rather good-looking she noted to.
"Hey..ehm..i'm Chad by the way"
"Hey, Gabriella"
"This is Jason", Chad said, pointing at the shortest of the 4 guys. Jason was about medium height, with brown eyes & dark floppy hair that fell into his eyes. He was kinda cute in a weird doppy sorta way.
"I'm Zeke", said the darkest skinned boy, he was the tallest of all five guys, he had short black hair and dark eyes.
"James", said another guy. He was fair skinned, with green coloured eyes and Blondy hair. He was probably the best looking of all the guys she thought.
"So..ehh...i've not seen you around here", said Chad.
"Nah, i'm new in town", she replied
"Where you from?", asked Zeke.
"New York, i just moved here from Vancouver though"
"Cool", Zeke replied.
"Hey, what happened to you guys, chatting chicks up again i see, what would your girlfriends say", a guy shouted from across the street.
"Ha funny Hoops", Chad said in return, "You know i've only got eyes for one girl".
"Yea he just knocked ths one out though", Zeke laughed.
At this Gabriella looked up at the mysterious stranger.
OMG, she thought, he truly was gorgeous.
"Troy", he said smiling down at her.
"G..Gabriella", she replied.
Hey x
So i kinda rushed the end of this chapter...i felt if i went into troy too much it would never end.
Please review....other wise i dont think i will continue.
Lauren x