A/N: I really really forgot how much I loved this story, so I decided to continue it! This story will hopefully make you all happy and keep you going until next chapter. This one is going to be pretty short but I hope you still enjoy it. The chapters to come will be worth the wait, I promise!

Por favor! ¡Ayúdame! ¿Alguien ha visto a mi hija? Gabriella! Gabriella! Gabriella, dónde estás? ¿Alguien ha visto a mi hija? Help me, por favor!= Please! Help me! Has anyone seen my daughter? Gabriella! Gabriella! Gabriella, where are you? Has anyone seen my daughter? Help, please!

Por favor que estar bien.= Please let them be ok.

Chapter 4: Hope and Dreams

"If I smile and don't believe.

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream."

April 16th, 2010- 12:45 p.m.

Gabriella could still hear. She heard Troy tell her he loved her and she wanted to cry, she wanted to open her mouth and tell him that she loved him too, that they were having a baby.

But she was too late.

She wondered if this was Heaven but she knew that it wasn't. She wouldn't be frozen if this was Heaven.

She wanted Troy, she wanted to hold him, to help him.

A gunshot rang out and Gabriella wanted to scream.

Troy, her Troy, was in trouble.

She heard her love grunt and she heard a loud thud as his muscular body crumbled to the floor.

Gabriella heard Ryan choke back a sob and she had never hated anyone in her life, but she hated him more than anything in that moment, and if she could move, she would kill him.

If anyone had deserved to die, it was him.

Gabriella felt herself fading, and she would tune out and then it would be like she would tune back in. This was not Heaven.

This was her and her baby's own personal Hell.

April 16th, 2010-1:20 p.m.

Ms. Montez shoved her way through the crowd of parents gathered in front of the school. There was a long police line that was blocking off the school and Ms. Montez got as close as she could to see if any of the escaping students were her daughter.

"Por favor! ¡Ayúdame! ¿Alguien ha visto a mi hija? Gabriella! Gabriella! Gabriella, dónde estás? ¿Alguien ha visto a mi hija? Ayuda, por favor!" Ms. Montez yelled.

She then realized that no one spoke Spanish and she began to sob loudly. She was helpless, she could not communicate with anyone, and she could not find her daughter.

Suddenly, a pair of slim hands were on her shoulders. With a sparkle in her eye, the worried mother turned around, only for her eyes to meet a pair of another worried mother's eyes.

"Ms. Montez, they'll be fine. They are tough kids." Mrs. Bolton whispered gently and pulled Ms. Montez to her.

Instantly, Ms. Montez felt selfish. Mrs. Bolton not only had to worry about her son, but her husband and Ms. Montez's daughter too.

"Por favor que estar bien." Ms. Montez murmured into the taller woman's chest. Mrs. Bolton, who had picked up little words in Spanish from Gabriella, understood what that meant and nodded.

"They will be, I promise." Mrs. Bolton whispered affectionately.

April 16th, 2010-1:40 p.m.

Gabriella wished she could open her eyes. She could feel, she could hear, but she could not move, and she could not speak.

She could feel herself being lifted, she knew that she was being carried, but to where she didn't know. She heard people talking loudly, but they all sounded like they were underwater, like she was really just dreaming it all.

Sometimes, when she felt herself sleeping, she thought she was dying and she knew that if she died, so did the innocent baby inside of her, so she'd struggle to stay in the land of the living as long as she could.

Eventually she could feel herself being whisked away, being moved very quickly somewhere, and she tried to pry her eyes open but her body refused to obey her.

She heard words, words that she knew were important, words that did not make sense.

"Operate…her…. Soon… Possible…"

"Shot… Once…Found near..."

"Beautiful… Must save… Life… Young..."

"Boyfriend… Bolton… Gabriella… Shot…"

"Coma… No… Physical…"

"Alert… Parents…"

"Pregnant…"

"Dextrocardia Situs Inversus… Lucky… Miracle…Heart… Opposite…"

And with those last words, Gabriella lost her grip on reality, and suddenly everything was silent and faded.

A/N: SO, I hope you guys don't hate me now! I love Gabriella and she has to survive… maybe. You'll have to read and see! Next chapter you'll find out about Troy and the Bolton's will find out that they were supposed to be grandparents… or maybe they still will be. Enjoy! Review politely! Mwah *blows kisses*