"You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder;
There's a thunder in our hearts, baby."
- Placebo, "Running Up That Hill"
One year.
One year since my life changed.
One year since Peyton died.
One year since I lost everything.
I heard the snap of a twig behind me and I quickly turned. She was standing directly in front of me. Or it. I didn't know what to call the thing.
"Brooke Davis," she said, the hint of a smirk lingering on her voice. "Never expected to see you around here."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Goosebumps rose on my arms and I pulled the jacket tighter around my small frame.
"Perfect little Brooke Davis; always getting everything she wants; boys, cars, clothes. What exactly could I give to you that you don't already have?"
"My best friend." My voice was hardly audible as my eyes shot down to the ground. The sound of a laugh took me out of my short daze.
"You want that little backstabbing bitch back? She deserved what she got."
Tears were beginning to threaten to spill over. "I don't care," I mumbled. "Just bring her back."
"Okay, deal." I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. "But, you have to do something for me, or your sweet Peyton won't be coming back."
I looked up, searching for some kind of sign as to what it was going to be.
"Kill Dean Winchester." My stomach sunk and my breathing grew short.
"What?"
"In order to bring one life back, we have to take one away."
My selfishness took over, and I nodded my head. "Deal."
The demon closed the space between us and pressed her cold lips against mine. She pulled away. I stood there, wanting to scrub my lips of her taste.