A/N: Hey guys! I'm back. So this is going to be a sequel to "The Right Thing." It starts 2 months after her death, however, there will be flashbacks which will be in Italics. Hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that belong to OTH, Mark, or The CW. I just own the idea and maybe a few people here and there.

Haley's POV

Dear Journal,

Brooke has been gone for two months and we're all moving on. Or trying to, at least. Everything is starting to get back to normal, or as normal as they ever are here. Taylor left about a month after the accident. She said that the whole thing made her realize how important life is, so she's going to be with her family. I personally don't see that lasting for long. I'm still involved with the church group and have been spending a lot of time with Nathan. He really is a great guy. I don't know how I would have made it through the last couple of months without him. What about Peyton you might ask? She and I don't speak anymore. Anyway I should go.

Hales

General POV

Six is normally a nice round number. But when your group is supposed to consist of 7 extremely close people six seems so small.

The group of friends sat near the back at Karen's. It was the first time they had all really been together since the funeral. This was the first step in moving forward with their lives. No one said anything for the longest time.

"Well if we get any louder, they'll throw us out of this place," Taylor said trying to lighten the mood. Nathan and Lucas chuckled a little bit, Rachel and Peyton both gave a small smile, but Haley just sat there staring out the window.

The other five sat there looking at her with worried eyes.

"Haley, come on. You have to talk to us sometime." Lucas said gently trying to nudge the girl out of her daze. Even though she had made peace at with Brooke earlier that week, she still couldn't find the energy to enjoy life the way she used to.

"Yeah, Hales. Brooke wouldn't want you to be like this." Peyton said touching Haley's hand gently.

Haley jerked her hand away and glared at the tall blonde. "Don't. You don't know what it's like to lose someone that you love so completely." Haley shot out before she realized what she was saying.

Peyton scoffed, then her eyes got deathly cold. "Don't ever tell me that I don't know what it's like. I've lost two moms and my best friend in the world." The tone in which she was speaking could scare the toughest of Pirates. "Don't you dare tell me that I don't know what it's like to lose someone that you love some completely that you can't breathe without them. Contrary to what you seem to believe we all loved Brooke. Some of us just had better ways of showing it."

"Peyt, c'mon." Rachel said trying to calm the pissed off blonde.

"No." Peyton said brushing off Rachel's attempt. Keeping her eyes dead locked on Haley she continued. "You know what Haley I do know what it's like. But you know what I don't know? I don't know what it's like to have that person's blood on my hands. I don't know what it's like knowing that all I had to do to save their life was tell them how much they meant to me. So . . . why don't you share with us. How does that feel?"

Everyone at the table held the same expression: wide eyes, mouth agape, and shock written all over their bodies.

"Go to hell." Haley said as she got up and ran out of the diner.

Nathan looked at Peyton then shook her head disappointedly then took off after Haley.

Everyone else just sat at the table speechless.

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A few days after the fight between Haley and Peyton, all of Brooke's closest friends were called into a classroom to speak to a counselor.

"Hi, my name is Christy White." The middle-aged woman said to the five teenagers sitting in front of her. "Today we're going to try and vocalize some of feelings about the recent passing of Ms. Davis. If at any time any of you don't feel comfortable don't worry. So who wants to start?" She asked as she looked from the two boys, to a red head girl, to two visible upset young ladies.

Lucas shyly lifted his hand that he would start. "I guess I can. I mean I don't really know what I'm supposed to say though." He said looking at the woman for answers.

"Whatever you want. The point of this is to be able to vocalize whatever you're feeling over this situation."

Lucas nodded than began to speak. "She died too young. She had so much more ahead of her. A whole life of greatness. I know that I was forever changed for knowing her. Even if we weren't all that tight. It just makes me understand and see how fragile life can be." Lucas said with a small smile and final nod.

"Thank you Lucas." Ms. White said looking around the room silently asking for the next person to speak.

"She was robbed." Rachel said. "She was robbed of what could have been because the roads were wet and she couldn't stop. Brooke and I had our ups and downs but I always respected her. She didn't deserve to die like this. She was better than that."

"I agree with both Rachel and Lucas. She died too young. Leaving behind people who care more than they could ever say." Nathan said glancing over at Haley.

"Pointless. Unnecessary." Peyton said looking past the woman standing in front of her to the wall behind her.

"Stupid." Haley said.

Christy looked between the two girls trying to figure out which one to address first. "Peyton would you like to add more to that? Explain a little bit?"

"Her death. It didn't have to happen. She died because she was running away from a pain that only she could cause." Peyton said looking directly at Haley.

"She died because she wanted something from me that I couldn't give." Haley shot back.

"Whoa hold on." Christy said stepping in before there was another death. She looked into the pleading eyes of the other 3 teenagers who seemed to be asking her to talk to the girls separately. "Haley and Peyton. I would like for each of you to come to private sessions so we can discuss how you are feeling without having to worry about the feelings or judgments of others."

Both girls nodded that they agreed to come.

"Ok. You guys can go back to class now."

The five broken teens slowly got out of their chairs and left the classroom.

"This is gonna take a lot of work." Christy thought to herself as she watched them leave.

Ok that's chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know if you think I should continue or what not. Sorry that this chapter was so short. As far as, couples go: I'm not going to say at this point. Because right now, it really isn't the focus. But I do promise there will be some soon.