A/N- So I was upset on what happened on tonights episode so I thought I would vent on here Enjoy

My name is Samantha Walker. Just recently I have left the only home I have known. That home was with Brooke Davis. Before I had left her home she said she wanted to adopt me. Of course I had said yes but I was conflicted. Part of me wanted to stay with Brooke, but the other part of me wanted to get to know my real mom.

I have had a lot of things happen in my life but the only thing that has stayed constant in it was Brooke. She has been there for me through thick and thin. I am truly great full for that. I know that when a left a few weeks ago that it broke her heart because it broke mine too. My heart is still breaking and I don't think that it will ever go away.

I have tried really hard to get to know my real mom but something is standing in the way of that. I am not quite sure what it is. Rebecca is a lot like me and for some reason I guess that is why I left Brooke's, that and the fact that I am 15 and still trying to figure stuff out.

A lot of words can be said about Brooke. Lucas had even written it in the Unkindness of Ravens.

Brooke Davis is going to change the world someday and I'm not even sure she knows it.

Well Lucas was right. Brooke might have not changed the world but she changed my world. I am so glad that she did.

Before I left was the first time that I said "I love you" and when I mean first time I mean the first time in all of my life. It was pretty scary but I meant it. Before I started writing this I realized something, I realized that I was wrong. Brooke Davis used to be the girl behind the red door. I was too until I closed it behind me.

I took my bags and walked away from the dream that I had about always wanting a house with a white picket fence. I may be leaving this dream behind but I have another one that I really need to fulfill.

As I make my way up the driveway I am nervous as hell. I have no idea why but I just am. I guess I never really needed to know who my mom was because I already knew her.

Peyton used to say that "People always leave" and then after awhile she said "But sometimes they come back." I guess I am coming back.

I walk up to the door and I don't know what to do. I still have a key but I don't think it would be right. I gather up all the courage that I have and I raise my hand to knock on the door, and then I wait.

The door opens and there stands my mom is in somewhat of a shock. All that I could muster up and say was "I want to come home."

A/N- You guys let me know if I should keep it as a one-shot or make it into a short story because I do have ideas