A/N: Hey, this is a new story that just popped into my head so I had to write it. If you read my other fic, Black Tears, this is not a sequel, but a new idea. It is a Naley story since I love them together. Please review, I love to read the feedback!

I do not own the characters or any songs in this story.

Chapter One – Memories

I didn't use to be like this, I was happy once, I was fun and I would laugh. But that was then. It's hard to describe, the change, but it's not hard to figure out why. When there's a tragedy everyone reacts differently, some people cry nonstop, some people go into denial, and some get angry. I guess I did them all, at first I was in denial, there was just no way that it was real. I had talked to her two days ago, she wasn't dead. But then it sunk in and it killed. The pain got to be so much that I could barley handle it. I cried all the time, and when I want crying I was sleeping. But eventually my tears dried up and I didn't cry anymore. But it went further than that, I didn't do anything, all I did was sit in silence and stare off into space. I cut off all of my ties with my friends and would completely ignore my family. I would just sit up in my room. I still do that now, that where I am sitting here in my room. I write songs here, it's the only thing that really helps, putting my words into song. I like to do it, I don't even really know why. I was never into singing before. I was always a dancer. I loved dancing; it was her that got me into dancing. It was our thing, but when she died it didn't feel right to dance anymore, so I found a new way to express myself. Through my music.

I can tell that people think that I am crazy, but that's because they don't know. Nobody does, not even Lucas. I couldn't tell people that she died because they didn't know her, and I didn't want the fake sympathy. Not to mention the fact that it hurts to talk about her. I can think about her, but talking makes it so real. After I saw how fake my family's reactions were, I just couldn't bare to tell anyone else.

She was special to me, she was my best friend. She didn't live in Tree Hill though, I only knew her because we went to a dance camp together when we were really little. We were five to be exact and she was my first friend, well the first friend that I met on my own anyway. Her name was Tina and she was the nicest person that I have ever met, but if someone starting talking shit, especially about a friend of hers she would call them on it and give them hell. I never talked about her in Tree Hill, ever. She was kind of like a secret, like a long lost sister or something, and she brought out a whole different side of me. My wild side, as she referred to it. I wasn't out of control or anything, but I would just be carefree and have a good time. No one else has ever made me feel like that . I don't think anyone ever will.

Tina was someone I will never forget, and I know that it wasn't here time to go yet, which just makes it that much harder to handle. She should have live, it should have been me that died, but she just kept insisting on driving. I remember that day like it was yesterday, even though it has been 7 months. I know it's been a long time, but I cant shake it, I haven't made any progress. I just shrunk back into myself and hide out in my room. People wonder what happened, Lucas still tries to talk to me, but I just tell him that I want to be alone, everytime. I know that it hurts him, but I can't get pasted what happened. Now the memories playing, just like always, and I cant breathe.

"Haley, please let me drive, you always drive." I smiled up at her, she is crazy.

"Why do you want to drive so badly, we both know what I am a much better driver."

"That is not true, but anyway it doesn't matter, I just feel like driving." I signed dramatically and handed her the keys, she always love to drive, she said that the rush speeding the highway gave her a natural high, or something like that. We were on a quiet street, driving along at ten o'clock, it was still early so we were trying to decide what to do with the rest of the night. We were going at the speed limit, and Tina was paying close attention to the road. It shouldn't have happened.

The road was empty, but suddenly a car came barreling down on the other side of the road. It was swerving like crazy. It evened out and we thought that it was some kids fooling around. We were wrong. The other car swerved majorly and smashed into the driver's side of the car. I was knocked unconscious and woke in a hospital bed to find out that Tina had died on impact.

"It should have been me." I wipe a tear from my eye was the memory plays in my head. I don't think I will ever get passed this. I'm not even sure that I want to. I feel like moving on isn't fair to Tina, she doesn't have the chance to move on. I quietly strum in the strings of my guitar trying to find the chord I want for the song that I am writing. I have only the first few lines,

I Played the fool today

And I Can see us vanishing into the crowd

Longing for home again

But home Is a feeling I buried in you

Those are the only few lines that I have but I will soon have more. But not now because I have to go to school. I hate it there. The teachers noticed my change and are still trying to bring me out of it. It's horrible to get fake sympathy and help. The only teacher who really tries to help me is Ms. Kurzman; she is a really sweet lady. She doesn't try to force me to talk about my "problems" she just helps me keep my grade up. She is my Chemistry teacher and it appears that I am failing that, so she offered me a way to raise the grade, I have to tutor someone in Math and English, two classes that I still have A's in without putting much effort in. Unfortunately I have to meet my student today.

Its fourth period and its my free block, finally! But of course I start tutoring today so I don't get to have this block to myself like usual. I guess that is a good thing because I don't think that I could handle having time to think about Tina today. It's been exactly seven months and I feel like even my memories of her are beginning to fade away.

The door opens and in walks my student, Nathan Scott. I am disappointed I have to say, he is Lucas's half brother but they are sworn enemies and back when Lucas and me were close, I hated Nathan too. I don't want to tutor him, not today, he is a cocky son of a bitch and I don't wan to deal with him. He sits down and smirks. The smirk reminds me of one Tina used to do before we did something crazy. I want to slap it off his face. Ohh he so better not make me angry, cuz he will defiantly regret it.

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