(A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER! If it seems confusing, this is a newer prologue. It sort of links to the prologue I wrote at the beginning to the story to what he is thinking at this moment. If you haven't already noticed, the story (so far, chapters 2-13) is a flashback. Every new prologue I write is a newer part of their present status. Every other chapter I write is a part of the flashback. I will mention at the beginning of each story which part is a prologue. I will also explain a little more about what is going on in the story so that you aren't confused. First, I will summarize the story:
[Gabriella and Troy had sex. Her dad caught her. She ended up pregnant. She ran away with her dogs and cats to Troy's house because she was so fed up with their drugs, and secretly (which I did not mention) she didn't want her mom and dad to know she was pregnant. Then, Troy broke up with Ally and both Troy and Gabriella started to admit their feelings to eachother. Then, at the end of the last chapter, Troy's mother was doubting him, because he had made so many mistakes with other girls.]
Okay, so now you have the summary of the story. Now, I will explain what is going on in the prologues.
[In the first prologue, Troy and Gabriella seem really stuck up and cocky towards eachother. You find out that she cuts herself at the sink and Troy is so bothered by it that he has to leave. He sais he was going to see Ally, which he really can't because he's in Lousiana (LSU). Gabriella is in a hospital in Lousiana for a reason that you'll find out later. Now, when Troy said he was going to go see Ally, he left. This chapter is about where he went.]
Okay, so now I give you permission to read the rest of the new prologue. :) Remember, if you have any questions about the story, don't hesitate to ask me. I will try to clear it up the best I can for you to understand.)
Troy sat quietly.
He rocked back and forth, back and forth.
The squeaks of the rocking chair sounded somewhat soothing.
He had so, so many things to work out...
How he would be able to tell his mom, dad, and everyone else what had happened to the most important thing in his life.
He looked over at the large, red, velvet heart with flowers and chocolates that his mom sent him from back in Ohio. On the front of it, there was fancy pink bold lettering that read "Congratulations! It's a girl!"
It was just a matter of time before he had to tell them.
"No, mom. It's not a fucking girl." He rocked back and forth. "Of course, who the fuck cares. It's a damn baby." He sighed.
The squeak made more noise as he rocked faster.
The room was filled with beautiful, hand-painted murals of many little animals and a large, elegant oak tree that climbed the walls and sprouted on the ceiling. Each and every leaf had a name on it and a birthday.
Every year, those names were erased, and new names were put on it.
The girls had pink leaves, and the boys had blue leaves.
Even dead babies had their names on it. If unnamed, they would say "Baby (Last name)" and their birthday beside it.
He got chills up his spine as he saw a freshly painted leaf, directly above him. It was blue, and had tiny white lettering that named another baby.
It killed him to look at the name, let alone the caption below the name.
Zane Bolton: July 8th, 2008 - 4:08 AM
Lost, but not forgotten.
Troy choked up in tears as he read it, and quickly looked away. A couple tears ran down his cheeks and he sobbed to himself.
The only thing that had kept him going for all those months was gone.
As they say, gone with the wind.
Forever.
He tightened his hands into fists and longed to punch that doctor that killed his son.
The doctor that gave his son a shot, which in the end, ended up poisoning the baby.
Troy wanted to kill that doctor...
He wanted so badly for peace to come over his body...
...
Gabriella's lonely body lay on the floor.
She had a razor in her hand.
Her hand lay on the ground beside her. The razor was coated in thick, fresh, warm blood.
And a pool of thick, fresh, warm blood surrounded her body as her last breath struggled above her slit throat.
She sobbed one last sob, and slowly closed her eyes.
Nobody loved her.
She was a nuissance to everyone around her.
Just a little rat who had a sob story about getting pregnant.
And about being abandoned by her true love.
One last breath surfaced upon her lips, and then her body shut down forever.