If I lay here, if I just lay here…
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told before we get too old.
Show me your garden that's bursting into life.
All that I am, all that I ever was…
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where, confused about how as well…
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
If I lay here, if I just lay here…
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
The radio droned on as Troy sat quietly in the corner. He was blindsided by the fact that he was slowly killing himself.
With a bottle of Xanax sitting beside him and some heavy vodka, he drank pills and alcohol like they were best friends.
Those were his only friends…
Troy Bolton's life was officially over.
No more bills, house, parents, friends, college, Talon…
Everything would be gone in a matter of hours. To Troy, that wasn't fast enough.
He wanted to die in a matter of seconds.
He was slowly overdosing, causing his body's vital organs to shut down one by one.
Kidneys, stomach, intestines, liver, lungs, and soon after, the last beat of his faint heart would rise up and then stop forever. He would be gone forever. He didn't care if the autopsy people cut him up and threw pieces of his body all over the place. He didn't care if he had a funeral or if everyone just forgot about him.
He could care less if they fed him to the sharks.
Troy shivered and looked around his apartment, which was spotless and neat. It hadn't been wrecked by a baby for months. So it was perfectly clean.
Let's waste time chasing cars.
Around our heads.
I need your grace to remind me to find my own.
Suddenly, music began to overlap and skip. The songs became mixed, and it suddenly shut off. It died.
He took another swig of his vodka and shoved another four pills into his mouth.
His bloodshot eyes were so droopy that he was finally ready to make it to the next world. He didn't care if he was with Gabriella or not. All he cared about was dying and to get away from the cruel world that he had lived in for many, many years.
His whole life of 21 years.
He dumped the rest of the pills in his hand. He counted them each, one by one, valuing them individually.
He had a grand total of 7 left.
Without any words, he dumped them into his gaping hole, swallowed them dry, and let out a deep sigh that was locked inside him.
He knew he was doomed now. He had taken at least 35 Xanax, which he knew would definitely kill him.
He waited for death to overcome him.
He waited until the sun rose into the dark sky and lit it to a pretty orange/red/pink color.
Louisiana was beautiful in the morning; there was no doubt.
It had a beautiful sunset that just awed everyone who stared upon it, watching the Earth's heat source rise into the sky and lit the world like a lamp.
He watched as his body's motor started sputtering. His heart skipped beats, and suddenly, slowed…
His tired body rested on the floor. He held a picture of Talon in his arms, along with the beautiful Teddiursa bear that used to be Gabriella's.
He closed his eyes.
The world became deprived of a man named Troy Bolton.