A/N: Don't own any of the characters, just trying to improve the story line for B. Davis, the best character on the show. Please Review!
The waves crashed down over and over. Brooke thought waves were odd. Just stuck in the same cycle, beating up on itself. But that's just the way people were, repeating the same mistakes, hurting themselves and others. Just the nature of the beast she supposed. The ominously dark sky crackled with lightening and a huge thunderclap released the torrid of rain it had been promising all day. Maybe the lightening will hit me, Brooke thought hopefully as she took another swig from the bottle. She didn't feel the cold, or the rain, or the wind whipping her hair about. She didn't feel the tiny grains of sand under her, she just didn't feel anything but emptiness. Of all the things had worried about with Angie, she hadn't thought letting her go would be the hardest. Her surgery had been a success and Brooke experienced the happiest day of her life when she saw Angie after her heart was patched up. And now she was experiencing the worst day. It had taken everything she had inside her to drive Angie to the airport and hand her over to those strangers that had given Angie to her. She hadn't cried, just forced one step in front of another and placed one last kiss on Angie's cherubic cheek and let go. She figured she must enjoy this pain. She had enough abandonment issues but she chose to take care of a child that she knew she would have to give up. She was once again alone, but this time by her own orchestration. 'Fucking brilliant, that's what she was.'
She stumbled to her feet and jerkily walked to the water's edge. The rain blinded her, or maybe it was her own tears that finally were being released, she couldn't tell. Brooke walked further into the water until her head was under, staying there until her body forced itself up for oxygen. She let herself float on her back, half hoping the waves would carry her somewhere far, or maybe drown her. Her life was so empty, what was there to stick around for anyway. Stupidly, she had thought a baby would fill her void, a void her parents and Lucas had put in her. But really, maybe she herself had put it there, this lack of love, maybe she couldn't be loved because she was what she was. Brooke thought being perfect in high school would make her lovable, she got her heart broken twice by the same boy and her parents had continued to ignore her. She thought being successful would fix it, but her mom was only interested in the business. Now Angie, sweet Angie who had the physical holes that matched Brooke's emotional ones, Angie was gone. She closed her eyes, not caring that she was floating in the ocean. The world was finally muted and she just needed to rest a while.
Brooke woke up painfully, her throat was so sore and her eyes had that gross glued together feeling. And there was an obnoxious beeping sound. 'Crap I'm in a fucking hospital.' She forced ehrself awake at that realization and took in her sterile surroundings. Lucas was sitting next to her bed in a chair, slumped over her and grasping her hand. 'Great, just what I need. Lucas Scott thinking he had a damsel to rescue.' She took her hand out of his grasp and started ripping wires off of her. One of the machines screeched in protest but she didn't care. Her throat still hurt, she felt around her mouth and realized they had shoved a tube down her throat. Gagging as she pulled it out, she swung her legs around off the bed only to have a firm arm stop her in mid plan to get the hell out of there.
"Where you going." Lucas looked at her full of concern while still having that judgmental air about him that made her feel like she was committing a crime. She pointed at her throat to indicate she couldn't talk, which was probably untrue but she wasn't about to make the effort. She glanced down at the arm restraining her and gave him the famous 'how dare you' Brooke Davis look and he quickly released her. A nurse came rushing in and gave her a scandalized look when she saw the state of the wires and tubes they had hooked into her. Then Peyton, Haley, Nathan, Mouth and Skillz all came rushing in. Peyton took one look at Brooke's face and took out some clothes from the bag she had brought to the hospital and silently handed them to Brooke. Brooke took the clothes into the adjoining bathroom, leaving everyone else in stunned silence.
"Look guys, I think the best thing for Brooke would be to get her home. You know she hates hospitals and having everyone here is probably overwhelming." She whispered this statement to the group.
"I don't really care if she doesn't like hospitals Peyton, she was found washed up on the beach, she wasn't breathing and she had alcohol poisoning; we have to find out what happened!" Haley exclaimed, shocked that Peyton was acting like Brooke was in the hospital because she had a cold or something.
"I know what happened, she drank too much and stupidly did it at the beach. She wasn't trying to kill herself guys. I know her better than anyone, she wouldn't do that. I shouldn't have let her take Angie back alone. She's just struggling with this, she'll be fine though." Peyton insisted to the group after a few of them echoed Haley's sentiments.
Lucas had wandered over to the bathroom while the group argued over what was best. He couldn't stand not being in her presence and he pressed himself against the door listening to her slow movements. He thought he had so much time, to figure things out, to try new things and to get back to Brooke someday. When he had found out that she was hanging on by a thread, everything had snapped into perspective. The truth was, there was no time, no time to make these mistakes, to almost marry the wrong girl, to think Peyton meant something more than just friendship. There was no time for this angsty teenage bullshit. He had known Brooke was the girl for him for a long time but he had hurt her too much to be able to get her back quickly. But now he knew it didn't matter, it didn't matter is she refused him, if she hated him. Brooke Davis was his heart and he had to get her back to good again.