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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jul 9, 2009 18:36:32 GMT -5
they know you're lonely, and they will only break your heartAND THIS MASTERPIECE WILL TEAR YOU APART Sharpay tossed and turned in her bed. Things weren't right now; They hadn't been since the fundraiser. Ethan was in a coma. God knows how long that'll last, she thought to herself. Her husband had kissed Chad—Okay. Not kissed. Made out with. She was an alcoholic. She was a mother. She was confused. She had a pounding headache. Nothing was turning out how she had planned. She had thought that once she had her baby girl everything would be...perfect. But it was so far from it. She was messing up everything she had ever wanted. Newt was kissing someone else-a guy for that matter-and she feared that everything was just beginning. Her cousin wasn't awake yet. It was her fault he was in the coma anyway; he'd been chasing after her when he got hit. He was too busy worrying about her. That was her problem. Everyone worried about her. She'd considered many things. Maybe she should just...just...give up? It was unlike Sharpay to do such a thing, but she felt she had to. Just taking care of Victoria was all she had to do. She'd been ignoring Newt for days....as much as she could. The house was as silent as a church during a prayer.
She bit her lip and got out of bed. She sighed. She ran her fingers through her blond hair. The bangs were gently hanging over her eyebrows. She walked into the master bathroom. She opened the drug cabinet and found a bottle of Advil. The only way her headache was going to go away is if she took control. She needed to have a few. She looked at the back of the bottle, making it rattle. She grimaced and looked to the bed. Newt hadn't really moved much but she could tell she'd probably woken him a bit from getting up from the way he had his eyes almost-closed but still open. She opened the bottle and took three-what was recommended for her weight. She sighed, looking in the mirror. She swallowed the pills. She looked into the bottle. Not only did she have a headache but ever since the fund raiser, ever part of her body hurt. She couldn't look at Newt without feeling butterflies and her stomach in her throat, followed by a pain in her abs, telling her that she wasn't going to get over it anytime soon. She pursed her lips and looked down in the bottle. She couldn't help herself. Everything hurt, right? She needed to get her body to a regular numb feeling, the one she always had with him. She poured a few more pills into her hand, then a few more. It wouldn't hurt right? She popped the rest into her mouth. She took a long sip of water. She closed the door again. She was so heartbroken. She sat down on the floor near the sink. She started to cry. She quickly wiped her tears. If Newt came in to see what was up, he couldn't see her crying. She'd been trying to act like a statue around him. But it wasn't holding up. Everyday she got closer to crying her eyes out in front of him. It wasn't going to work for much longer. She couldn't do this anymore. She looked up. Everything felt...off. She felt like she'd swallowed a brick. She felt herself fading, slowly. Like a movie getting close to it's end. She finally fell to the ground with a small thud. He couldn't see her like this either. But he would. He would have to. He would find her. But who knew if she'd be okay. Hopefully he'd heard the thud. The poor girl was hoping, but no one could hear her. She was hoping in the back of her mind, but it was her conscious telling her she shouldn't have done it. All she could see was black. She needed him and wanted him to save her. Now.
tagg; newt livingston/jilli & anyone else once they're at the hospital word count: 658 lyric credit: masterpiece theater ii - marianas trench graphic credit: myself outfit: just a pair of short shorts and one of newt's shirts, i'm guessing, and a hospital gown eventually muse: good notes: wow. long credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jul 9, 2009 18:43:33 GMT -5
Newt couldn't sleep. He was lost without her, he went to go see them. Even though it was the middle of the night. He got out of the hotel and went to his house. He walked on, sharpay overdosing on pills. He started to cry.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jul 10, 2009 18:08:04 GMT -5
they know you're lonely, and they will only break your heartAND THIS MASTERPIECE WILL TEAR YOU APART Sharpay was rushed to the hospital, after the OD, and Newt had called of course. (Sorry for the bit of god-moding there jill; but it's not like he's gonna leave her there ) After hours of being unconscious and having her stomach pumped, Sharpay woke up, her brown eyes and black lashes fluttering. She looked down at her hospital gown, then at the window on the other side of the room, with the separating curtain for the two sides of hospital room. She looked at her finger, with the stupid thing that kept track of her water levels in her blood. She weakly moved her finger and it moved, but it was hard with the little cuff on it. She looked at her other hand....which Newt was holding. She smiled. "Newt..." She said quietly, with the same smile on her face. She gently brushed her fingers against his, hoping to lightly wake him up. tagg; newt livingston/jilli & anyone else once they're at the hospital word count: no idea lyric credit: masterpiece theater ii - marianas trench graphic credit: myself outfit: just a pair of short shorts and one of newt's shirts, i'm guessing, and a hospital gown eventually muse: good notes: la da da credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by newt devan livingston on Jul 28, 2009 8:42:30 GMT -5
Newt held Tori. He sat beside Sharpay in the hospital. He put his hand on hers and set Tori beside Sharpay. Victoria could sleep for hours. Newt then fell asleep. When he heard his name being called he woke up. Sharpay? he said getting up. He didn't want to make a big deal of her waking up in case she was still mad at him. Are you going to be okay sweet heart? he asked. Looking at Tori making sure she was okay.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Jul 28, 2009 15:54:15 GMT -5
they know you're lonely, and they will only break your heartAND THIS MASTERPIECE WILL TEAR YOU APART Sharpay blinked her eyes rapidly. She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or Victoria. But since Tori was fast asleep, Sharpay figured he was talking to her. "Yeah. I think I'll be alright anyway." she said, then smiled when she noticing Victoria was curled up close to Sharpay's stomach. "Are you mad at me? For doing this?" Sharpay asked Newt. She was hoping that maybe, just maybe, they could talk about what happened....Well, everything that happened, rather. She felt it was necessary. She felt bad. Really bad. He was drunk when he kissed Chad. But the more she thought about it the night before, since it was now morning, was that...well...she was mad at him for more than just that. Not mad but ... disappointed? She never thought being married to him would be like this. Sharpay still had her hand on his. She slid her fingers into the perfect spaces in between his. Like usual, they fit perfectly. She smiled softly at their hands. tagg; newt livingston/jilli & anyone else once they're at the hospital word count: no idea lyric credit: masterpiece theater ii - marianas trench graphic credit: myself outfit: hospital gown muse: good notes: la da da credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by newt devan livingston on Aug 10, 2009 16:37:48 GMT -5
Well, i wish there was some way you could take it back. I just feel like a douche for doing what i did to you and i would give anything to take it back. He kissed her forehead and played with her hair.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Aug 10, 2009 16:42:49 GMT -5
sharpay looked at him. god he was killing her. silently and slowly. she knew that he didn't mean it. it still hurt her though. how could it not? sharpay didn't know what to say to him anymore. "but you do know i'm mad at you for more than just...what you did to me..." she said, unable to say it. she reached her hand up and moved his hand out of her hair, setting it on the floor. "i don't know if i can do this anymore, newt." she said, honestly, feeling the tears building up in her eyes.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Aug 10, 2009 16:47:03 GMT -5
He stopped he got up off of the bed. Does that mean, its ... over? he said. stuttering. Holding back tears. What about our dream house? our love for each other? he looked at Tori. What about her? he said Then a tear fell quickly down his cheek. He wiped it away in a second.
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Post by sharpay elizabeth evans on Aug 10, 2009 16:53:32 GMT -5
sharpay was at a loss of words. what was there to say? "i just...i can't do this if you can't give me what i want newt..." sharpay said, wiping away her tears. there wasn't anything else to say ; it was too hard to answer his questions. it felt like a movie. the worst movie ever. and she was cursed with being the star. and for once...she didn't want to be. she was hoping this was just a bad dream, but she knew it wasn't.
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Post by newt devan livingston on Aug 10, 2009 17:04:42 GMT -5
What do you mean? i cant give you what you want.. he was confused. He just wanted to punch the wall die
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