Troy couldn't bear to see Gabriella's parents with Talon. But deep in his heart, he knew it was the right thing to do.

He grasped her memory within him as he drove down the road, tears running down his cheeks.

He would kill himself if it wasn't for Talon.

He would purposefully drive off the road into a ditch and if the job wasn't done by then, he would cover himself with brown earth and smother himself to death.

He hated living he life he was living.

He would just say "fuck it" to life if it wasn't for Talon.

He shivered as a cold burst of air leaked through his window. He rolled it up.

He couldn't take the sorrow anymore.

He found a driveway and pulled into it.

His eyes leaked runny tears, his body leaked suffering, and his heart leaked pain.

He cried for Gabriella; he cried for his baby girl.

He cried for mercy to come and take his body to heaven with her. (A/N: He knows nothing about Aoex. xD)

The memory of Gabriella shot through Troy's head many times, how she used to be so beautiful and had a glow that nobody else saw but Troy. She was this goddess of something Troy couldn't explain, something that was so foreign he found it hard to breathe when he gazed upon her gorgeous body. He didn't care how much everyone at the high school used to hate her. He didn't care that everyone despised her smart ways, and how she would innocently raise her hand in class and be called devilish names by punks and smart-asses. He didn't care anymore.

Gabriella, his baby girl, was gone forever in a world he knew nothing of.

A creaking noise startled Troy enough to look up.

He saw that house, that strangely familiar house staring back at him. The one with the chipped paint and the eerie feeling. He wiped his tears.

"I'm not afraid of you." He said. "I'm not just a little boy who is frightened of everything he sees."

Another creaking noise made Troy jump.

He slammed his car door behind him as he started approaching the house. Its quirky structure made Troy grin a little. "You think you're scaring me?"

Another creak.

He approached the steps and looked down at them. They were old and worn, with cracks and unstable pieces of wood. They had been stepped on by many people for many years. They had seen many days and better days.

He set his shaky foot on the first step.

A large creak arose from it.

His other foot found the other step.

Another creak.

The next step.

No creaks.

As he stepped on to the porch, he looked at the eerie house in a weird way.

The fresh paint was cracked, as if paint could not hide the house's natural blemishes. The door smiled at him, as if welcoming him inside the ungodly house.

He approached the door and knocked.

No footsteps were heart inside the house.

"Hello?" He yelled from outside.

He knocked again, this time, the door opened willingly by itself.

He peered inside.

The house was empty, with cracked walls and ceilings and wooden, hard floors. Nothing but dust and must resided in the house, no furniture, no people, no animals, nothing. There was a residual cold to the house, like it had been kept an iceberg for the dead.

He entered the house, not knowing what was so strangely familiar.

He stepped upon the hard floor, and it creaked weirdly.

That was the creaking noise he heard in his car.

He stood there, silent, listening for other noises.

He felt a cold grasp to his shoulder.

A whisper floated around him, some chuckles, and he turned quickly as a white must slowly dissipated.

He turned back.

And his scream echoed through the neighborhood.