For Those Who Tuned in Late...
"Brooke – NO!"
Brooke didn't hear Sam shouting at her. She didn't see Nicole's face grinning as she stepped on the accelerator. All she saw were the headlights, all she heard was herself screaming.
She didn't have time to feel her legs break when the car hit her. She didn't have time to feel her ribs shatter when she hit the windshield. She was unconscious before the pain had time to register.
Sam saw Brooke's body fly over the top of the car, but she couldn't scream, only drop to her knees. She saw Brooke hit the pavement, but she couldn't move. She saw the car speed off, but she couldn't look at the car, just the broken, bleeding girl lying in the street.
It was Harrison who moved first. He'd followed Brooke and Sam outside just in time to see Brooke hit the ground. He and Sam moved at the same time, running to Brooke, Harrison shouting for someone to call 911.
Brooke heard none of the screaming and shouting. She didn't hear Sam sobbing. She didn't hear her reluctant stepsister say "Please be okay Brooke, please..." She simply wasn't there anymore.