A/N: Thought I was gone forever right? WRONG! MUHAHAH! I just got a modeling contract and I have an audition for a well-known Off Broadway musical this weekend so I'm gonna see if I can wrap up ALL of my stories in these next few days, while still juggling all my classes for my major and my silly boyfriend! *sigh*. Anyways, enough of my passive aggressive complementing/insulting my life! I will finish this story with this chapter, unless a sequel is requested and I hope that ya'll enjoy this chapter! I love you all and thank you so much for sticking with me. Mwah!

A/N P.S.: And also the name of that condition is called Dextrocardia situs inversus and it is cognitive. I just wanted to be precise in my description of it!

Chapter 7: Darkness

"Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello

I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday"

April 18th, 2010-11 a.m.

"My name is Gabriella!" She said with a laugh, her eyes lighting up as the fireworks exploded in the air. Gorgeous hues of red, pink, blue, green, yellow, but none of them matched the beauty of the young woman in front of him. And the explosions were popping off inside his chest as well. He starred at her and smiled and extended his own hand, but then she took a step backwards, then another step, and another, and another, until suddenly the earth began to shake and crumble. Troy leapt forward over the crumbling ground to reach her, not fearing for himself at all.

Only for her. Always and forever, for her.

Gabriella fell, a scream ripping from her mouth. He reached for her hand and suddenly she froze, screaming, but her face and body were frozen in time. Troy reached for her. Desperately. He reached so hard it hurt, but he couldn't stop reaching and he couldn't reach her.

"Gabriella." He whispered, tears streaming down his face as he starred into her big brown eyes, frozen in terror as she screamed. Screamed for him, screamed to be saved, but he was worthless. He was not her savior.

Troy awoke sobbing. Not the pretty boy sobs that you see want to-be -serious teen actors crying in melodramatic movies. He was sobbing hysterically. He sat up straighter and he could feel his legs but then… He felt rage hit him, pierce him like a knife, and he had no idea why.

But he knew something, that girl…. He loved her. She got hurt and he didn't protect her. And somehow, he knew that she was near and he wanted to get to her. He wanted to make up for his mistake. Maybe she was dead but he knew she was near. And he was angry, furious that no one had told him earlier, furious that he was here, furious that he had failed her. Furious that he couldn't remember how he had.

He saw a breakfast tray beside the bed and he stood and flipped it over, yanking the IVs out of his arm and yelling even louder, but the pain only added to his anger. He flipped the table and chairs in the room, anything that got in his way.

He charged towards the door to his room and was about to open the door when it opened form the other side. A pretty blonde nurse gasped when she saw him, but covered it up with professionalism. "Please Mr. Bolton, get back into your bed so I can readjust your IV's and give you a sedative for the pain." She said calmly.

"I don't WANT a sedative and I don't want any DAMN IVS IN MY ARMS! I WANT GABRIELLA! WHERE IS SHE?!" He half questioned/ half exclaimed. The nurse cowered and he saw her fear and knew she did not deserve it.

He walked around her, giving her space and charged into the lobby of the floor that he was on, ignoring the draft on his back as he walked. "WHERE'S GABRIELLA?!" He demanded. Everyone in the room looked at him and nurses rushed forward, along with some muscular guys holding syringes.

There was a sudden surge of noise and the Boltons were running down the hallway. "Troy! Troy! What's wrong?!" Mrs. Bolton cried out.

"I JUST WANT TO SEE HER!" Troy yelled, his bright blue eyes filling with tears as the men grabbed him and dragged him back into his room.

"Leave him alone! He's just upset but he doesn't need that!" Mr. Bolton cried out, but the men had already placed Troy on the bed and injected him by then. Troy felt his emotions, all of them, ebb away and he drifted into a deep and calm sleep.

April 18th, 2010-4 p.m.

Gabriella could feel something… something that was approaching. She felt the pain in her skull and her fingers began to twitch and suddenly she was awake, shaking, her petite body convulsing. She tried to call out for help, but found she couldn't. However, her rapid beating heart seemed to do it for her.

The monitor was beeping loudly and erratically, flashing red, and a nurse rushed in.

Gabriella wanted her mother, and she knew that her mother was at work, but she still wanted her. As pain ripped through her brain and the nurse assisted her, she could only think of two things, her baby and Troy

When finally the convulsions stopped, and her heart rate returned to normal, Gabriella looked at the nurse. "Troy?" She croaked out, her usually sing song voice low and raspy from the medications.

The nurse smiled at her but shook her head, a very confusing message for Gabriella. Seeing the question in her eyes, the nurse responded with, "He is okay, but that's all I can tell you. Information with patients is confidential." The nurse stated politely and began to leave the room. Before she was too far away, Gabriella shot out a hand and caught the young nurse by the wrist.

The nurse was surprised by the teenager's tenacity and starred at her in surprise. "I…I want to know… about him… and my baby." Gabriella whispered, desperation in her struggling voice. The nurse knew she could get fired for doing this, but she also knew that this young woman had gone through quite an ordeal, and she needed to know what had happened.

In the sweetest way possible, the nurse explained everything to her and Gabriella cried silent tears as the nurse left her, with promises of returning with food and a doctor to explain things more thoroughly.

Gabriella had panicked when she found out that she was pregnant but then she felt happy and excited, and it was ripped away from her without her consent. For no reason.

To make matters worse, the man she was in love with, the man who was the father of her now deceased child, did not even remember her. Gabriella saw all the flowers and cards loitered about the room but no one was here. No one was there for her. Not her mother, not her friends, not the love of her life, no one.

April 19th, 2010- 5 a.m.

Gabriella awoke to darkness, only the light from the hall illuminated the room, and it was dull. Gabriella felt like the room, except there was no longer any light in her.

The night before, by the time the nurse and a doctor had returned, Gabriella's mother had arrived and was waiting with her by her bedside. Gabriella had mutter a hello and returned her mother's sentimental "I love you's" but other than that she hadn't said a word.

By the time the doctor had confirmed what the nurse had told her, Gabriella wished she had chemicals. She wanted science, something to take her mind off of the torture she felt inside, something to make it all make sense. Equations and variables, unsolvable or solvable. Two options and two option only.

Not only was her baby dead, her relationship with Troy was dead, and even some of their friends were dead.

Gabriella could not even bring herself to feel hatred for Ryan even though he was the one that shattered her life. He took her soul when he pulled that trigger. Yet, hatred took too much work. She felt nothing. Only despair, only darkness, like the darkness that surrounded her now.

She could not even cry. She was nothing but a grain of sand on the shore. So many other people existed, had lives, problems, love, and feelings. She was nothing special. Foolish to ever believe that she was, that she had talent, that she had love, and a future. Only two things were certain in life. Death and taxes.

She almost chuckled at her dark humor but then she sighed and looked over to the window. The sun was rising, painting the sky a beautiful shade. She noticed that the windows were to the floor, actually they weren't windows, but they were doors. Glass doors that opened to a balcony with a safety rail and bars, but after all this wasn't a psychiatric ward, it would be so easy to climb over them…

Gabriella unhooked the IVs from her arms, wincing in pain as she did. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Once the IVs were out she climbed slowly out of the uncomfortable hospital bed, her body aching from the gunshot wound and stitches. She shuffled slowly to the door, unlocked it, and slid it to the side.

She spread her arms as she felt the breeze. It lifted up her hospital gown and she felt the wind caress her tan, battered and bruised, skin. The wind loved her at least. It made her feel good. Caressed her like a lover, now that she thought about it, so did the darkness. Maybe that's why she was so happy while in a coma. She belonged in the darkness.

Gabriella stepped up the balcony and painfully climbed the bars and sat on top of the top one. She swung her feet as the traffic whirled feet and feet below but she was focused on the wind that was her lover, and the warm rising sun. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and spread her arms.

April 19th, 2010-4:45 a.m.

Troy couldn't sleep, hadn't been able to sleep since he finally woke up from the tranquilizer shot. His parents had been there as soon as he opened his eyes. They somehow understood why he freaked out, realized that the trauma had caught up to him and the one thing he understood from that trauma was Gabriella.

After they told him everything, they wanted to hold him, and he let them. After talking and getting him to finally understand, even if he didn't remember everything yet, they fell asleep in the room. Afraid to leave him alone now that he knew and he understood. However, he also knew now where Gabriella was.

Even though he didn't remember everything about her, he had to see her. He had to comfort her. He knew he loved her, and if that baby had been born he would have loved the child as much as he loved Gabriella. He got up, but grabbed the IV stand and took it with him. He learned his lesson about ripping them out. He walked to the desk where the third shift nurse was working. She was tired and didn't care about anything but making sure her patients were alive. He double checked to make sure the room number was right.

After she nodded, he walked there, ignoring the pit in his stomach, the feeling of urgency. He finally reached the room. He knocked politely but heard no answer.

Troy breathed in a shaky deep breath and decided he had to see her anyway. He gently turned the door knob and it swung inward and he got the view of the room. Exact to his, except she had more pink roses than he did. But hey, he beat her with the number of "get well" basketballs he had received.

He was starting to walk towards the bed when he realized that no one was in it. He thought maybe she had been discharged but there was no way that was possible. Not with her injuries. He felt a breeze and a chill shuttered down his spine.

He looked towards the door that led to the balcony. It had bars but anyone that wanted to get over it could easily could. He took a few steps forward and that's when he saw her.

Her dark hair fell beautifully down her back. Her arms were spread and the wind seemed to spin itself around her, like she was the center of the Earth. Or maybe he was just seeing her that way.

She was the girl from his dreams, she really was. She couldn't jump. He couldn't lose her, he just couldn't. Damn it, he had just found her again. He walked as quickly as he could towards her. Intent on pulling her away.

But then he saw her spread her arms, looking like a graceful bird about to take flight. That's when he decided he had to call out to her.

"GABRIELLA! DON'T!" He called, his voice cracking with emotion.

Gabriella quickly turned to look at him, not believing that he would be her savior, her light in the darkness that she was now.

As she turned however, her bare feet slipped on the metal, with his name emerging from her mouth and with a look of pure terror in her eyes she fell.

A/N: So I lied, this isn't the last chapter. I thought it was but it's not. There will two more but I have a surprise in store for ya'll so don't get too angry! Love ya'll! Mwah! *blows kisses*