Don't worry this is not the end. But it is the second last chapter. I know this fanfiction was very short but I wanted to get it over and done with quickly. It was fairly dark.
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ArebellaKye: I'm so flattered!!! Thanks so much!!!
AlwaysxAddicted: Her dad pisses me off too. Finally she saw some sense, I loved writing that scene although I felt like I portrayed Sharpay as rather mean, especially at the beginning of this chapter. But I figured, she is at the end of her tether wouldn't you do the same? Lol. Thanks!
-cRaZyn3sS: haha thanks you! Yeah you're right.
Angel Of The Starz: haha yeah me too, I added a lot of Ryan in. Thanks!
Zac Efron Obsessed: Oh thank you!(Nice to know someone cares) Haha! I know thanks!
coolkitten12: Haha thank you. You're right! Thats funny.
I shivered as I stood in my bedroom, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window and watching the peaceful outside world. A man walked past with a golden retriever following closely at his heel, he seemed happy enough and I sighed, my life was so fucked up. I could hear my father moving around downstairs, but I didn't care anymore. I wasn't afraid and I was disgusted I had ever been afraid of that thing. I stepped back from the window and closed the curtains, my father was coming up the stairs and I didn't feel a thing, my heart didn't thump harder, the hair on the back of my neck didn't stand up. My head didn't go dizzy in fear, not even when he opened the door. I was numb.
I glared across the room at him, and looked at the suitcase on my bed. He glanced at it and pointed at it.
"Whassat for?" He asked, and I scoffed disgusted at him.
"I'm leaving." I said and walked over to my bed, picking up the suitcase.
He laughed, "Where ya gonna go?" My room was reeking of his stench.
"Moms."
The smile vanished from his face and I smirked.
"I saw her. I spoke to her. I hugged her." I hissed and he was getting angrier by the second, I didn't care. I picked up the bag and put one strap around my shoulder, his face was twisted and contorted into some sort of anger I couldn't describe. I smirked, I know it sounded nasty but I wanted to get him angry. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to do to him what ghe had been doing to me all these years. I scoffed again and walked past him, he was standing stock-still staring at where I had been. I walked down the hallway, I couldn't hear him behind me.
"Bye dad! Have a nice life." I paused as I reached the top of the stairs with a smirk on my face, "Not" I laughed although it was more a cackle and began to walk down the steps, my heels clinking against the hard marble, then I felt two hands grab my top and hold me there. I froze and turned my head slightly, to see him behind me, grabbing me he was furious and snarling.
"Let me go dad." I sighed, acting unimpressed. And he did. But not without giving me a little shove first, I fell. All I really remember is tumbling down with my bag, my body rolling against the hard marble, my head hitting each step until everything goes black.
Everything fades in and out from there on, I woke up on the ground, my head rolling around my shoulders. I swallowed, tasting blood and my head felt like it might explode. My body ached and a coughed, hacking blood up my throat and spitting it onto the floor. Slowly I inched myself up so I was in a seated position, that was when I felt the hands again, lifting me to my feet by my shoulders they spun me around and I was face-to-face with a monster. He didn't even look like my father anymore I recalled as he threw an almighty fist into my stomach, I fell backwards right back onto the floor and felt his feet on me, he was standing on me. Kicking me, jumping. I couldn't breathe, everything was crushed, fading in.
Out.
In.
Out.
Darkness.
I awakened, coughing and spluttering. I tried breathing in, it was difficult. Too difficult. It was painful and that only worsened as I sat up slowly, my head pounding. The house was in darkness again, I croaked and realised my voice wasn't coming to me at all. Standing up slowly my legs felt weak, they trembled as I stepped forward, and grabbed onto the bannister. Pulled myself upstairs and crawled my way to my bedroom, I knew what I was going to do but I had to get there first without running into my father. I had no idea where he was, and I realised guiltily I had probably deserved that beating, my body was in agony as I pulled myself onto my bed. I had no idea how much time had passed but it was pitch black outside so that gave me some kind of indicator. On my bed sat my cellphone, I grabbed it and dialled a number slowly, I knew I wouldn't be able to say much but he would hopefully get some indication.
It rang, once, twice. I closed my eyes praying he would answer, three times.
"Hello?" Ryan answered.
I wheezed a little.
"Shar? Are you okay?" He sounded worried, very worried.
"H...he..." I croaked.
"I can't understand you, do you want me to come over?"
"Y...s..." I said, wheezing and croaking.
"I'll be right there, just hold on." He said and it sounded like he was going outside. I hung up and lay on my bed, I waited.
Slowly, I began to feel very sleepy, the pain was washing away from me now and I felt calm, at peace and rest. I closed my eyes and relaxed, my body seemed to be slipping away from me so easily. I could hear noises, movements and my bedroom door opened, I didn't know who it was but suddenly hands were on my, spinning me around to face whoever it was.
"Sharpay?" I heard my brothers voice and slowly opened one eye, he breathed out in relief. "Just hold on okay? I'm getting help." He urged and I nodded, hearing him on the phone asking for an ambulance. I started feeling so sleepy, like I couldn't resist it anymore...
Then his arms were around me, carrying me, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he checked to see how I was, I knew I was worrying him and I began to feel as though this was just another role to play in a musical, then the curtains were going to close and we could go back to normal. But this was my normality, and it was beginning to fade away again.
"Sharpay! Hold on...please..." He pleaded, I groaned and I was really trying, hard. But I began to slip away anyway. Ryan grabbed my hand and I felt a sudden warmth, which was odd to me. And there were flashing lights, I was out of his arms and onto a small hard bed. I was confused.
"Ryan?" I managed to croak and I felt him grab my hand again and squeeze it.
"Its okay...I'm here..." He soothed. I couldn't believe I was going back into hospital having only come out not more than six hours ago.
Then the doors to the ambulance shut.
I begin to fade in and out from here on, I only remember a few things. Like Ryan shrieking at me to Please stay with him and him being on the phone to my mother. Being moved and my mother screaming my name, Ryan sobbing. I remember being jolted a couple of times, quite heavily in the chest as though I were being given an electric shock. I remember afterwards coughing and spluttering, I remember seeing myself cough up blood. Then I remember an ongoing beeping sound, and feeling as though I were being disembodied from my self. It was a strange feeling, that of pleasure and light, and yet fear all in the one.
I felt as though I could see my mother and Ryan, far away watching my own body. Doctors speaking to them and them both breaking down in tears, I could fly away and go to Troy, in his bedroom happily on the computer IMing people. Then his mobile rang, he was asked to meet someone, I could follow him all the way to the school where Ryan was waiting with my mom and they told him.
"Sharpays...shes..." It seemed whatever it was Ryan couldn't quite say it.
"She's what?" Troy asked, confused.
"Troy...she's dead." My mother said, and I was confused now I wanted to say: No! I'm right here! I wanted to wave my arms around and make them see but they couldn't. I couldn't because I wasn't any specific thing. I was the wind, you can feel it but you can't see it. But they couldn't even feel me.
Troy was crying now, I didn't want him to cry for me, I didn't want anyone to cry for me. Not today, tomorrow, never. None of this was making sense, not to me anyway. Then Troy was leaving and I didn't know who to follow, so I was lifting up into the air and through the clouds. It was the strangest sensation, partially dizzy and partially clear-headed. Bliss and excitement yet gear and anger were rushing through me, but it felt so good. I felt so...so...
Free.