AN: Hey, this is my first OTH fic. It's just a little drabble i thought I'd post, I'm just trying to find a start in OTH so its kind of a get in Peyton's head thing. Thanks for reading.
These White Lights Will Guide You
Peyton Sawyer had always had music.
Since the week her mom died, she'd been engulfed by punk. In the early days, she'd learned that it was ok to be angry or sad or confused. And she knew she wasn't alone with her feelings because the lyrics let her know the singer or the band felt the same.
It made it less hard.
Tree Hill was the kind of place where no one understood what she was going through, especially not at such a young age. As much as Brooke had tried to and did help, even she could never know what she was feeling.
She had lost everything the day of the crash, her mom was gone forever, she'd never hug her or shout at her or laugh with her again. And her dad tried hard for the first few weeks but he went back to work and she was alone.
Sometimes she blamed her dad for leaving her, not helping her through her grief but she understood why. She was her mother's daughter and every time he saw her, he saw what he'd lost.
But she had music.
The bands became her parents. The lyrics taught her, reminisced with her, gave her morals and belief's. Above all they gave her hope for a better future.
Sometimes when she lay in bed at night thinking of what music meant to her, she'd realised that she would have probably killed herself a long time ago if punk and emo hadn't of given her something to believe in.
Peyton had the family she needed.