Prologue
I walked down the same road, in the same town, the same gloomy overcast that seemed like it was there every day. There was no point anymore. What was the point of living, when nobody wants you? Nobody loves you? Nobody even cares? There wasn't. I was done.
Brooke Davis was sitting in her store, going over orders and trying to make sense of all the numbers; she just couldn't focus today. It was going to be stressful today, she just knew it. Millie came through the back doors, a panicked look on her face.
"What's wrong, Millie?" Brooke asked, rushing over to her friend.
"Sam just called; she needs your help." Millie said, handing Brooke her keys and directions.
I didn't want to wake up, sleep was so sweet. Why must someone try to help? Why couldn't they just let me suffer? I suffer in silence, I wouldn't bother anybody… Where was I?
Brooke finally made it to the location she was given; one town over, an abandoned looking house. In typical Brooke form, she thought to the worst; was Sam hurt? Walking up to the door she rang the doorbell and waited. Only moments later, Sam came to the door, tears streaking her face.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Brooke asked, grabbing the young girl and crushing her into a hug. "Are you hurt?"
Sam tried to smile, but even Brooke couldn't help right now. "I have a problem."
"Anything Sam, you know that."
Sam took a deep breath and led Brooke upstairs, to the girl lying on the floor sobbing quietly.
"Sam?" Brooke asked wearily.
"Her name's Jenna; she's my best friend. I need your help Brooke, I have no other answers."
Brooke looked down at the sad little girl in the floor, and the broken yet whole little girl she saved all those times before. She pulled Sam into a hug and promised her, "I'll help as much as I can."
Who was talking? It sounded like Sam… and somebody else, a woman. I slowly opened my eyes and more tears came crashing down.
"Jenna? I'm Brooke; I'm here to help you."