I know I haven't updated my other story, but I've been addicted to some other shows right now. I got the idea for this story while laying in bed the other night and I needed to write it down. Sorry if it's not my best writing, it was a little bit rushed. Leave reviews and I'll probably post another chapter soon.

It was the only thing they ever thought of her. Most of the people in Tree Hill thought Peyton Sawyer had returned to the small town for Lucas, because she loved him. And Peyton hated that because it was completely untrue. The only person who had ever been the slightest bit understanding was her best friend and roommate Brooke Davis, and she was the only person Peyton bothered talking to. No matter how many times she told people she did NOT love Lucas and was back in Tree Hill for herself, they wouldn't believe her.

And boy, was Peyton tired of it. Even if he was the reason she had returned, she had no chance. Lucas was married now, and by the things Brooke would tell her, he was happier than ever.

She hadn't left the house in weeks. All she liked to do anymore was sit home and draw or listen to music. Her friends would go out weekly to Tric to spend time together but she never went, though Brooke did. This night in particular, they were out celebrating Lindsey's pregnancy. Peyton was sitting in her room, music playing loudly as she drew. She was so focused on drawing that she didn't notice Brook was in the room until she turned the music off.

"At least come tonight, Peyton. Everyone's going to be there and if you show up maybe they'll start believing that you're really not after him."
Peyton rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to go so that I can prove myself to them. I'm not going anywhere with any of them until they really believe I'm not."
"It's one night! All you do is sit in here and feel sorry for yourself and that's not the answer to your problems."
"The only 'problems' I have involve my friends not listening to me when I say I'm not in love with Lucas. And if going out and pretending to have fun with a bunch of two-faced people is going to prove them wrong I'd rather let them think what they want."
"You know," Brooke let out a sigh as she lifted her legs and put her black high heels on "I'm really starting to believe them."
"Brooke, you're not serious."
"No, I am. Ever since they got married you've isolated angry. If that isn't a red flag that you have feelings for him, you clearly love Lindsey."
"I only went out before the wedding to try to prove to everyone that they were wrong but when it didn't work I gave up. So go, Brooke. Go spend time with the people who hate me!"
Brooke stomped out of Peyton's room and grabbed her keys and her purse off the kitchen counter. "You're such a selfish bitch, Peyton!" Her words echoed in the house and Peyton's head after she slammed the front door shut.

Peyton had been sketching her usual cartoons, but this one was centered around Brooke's words. She wiped her tears as she carefully made the marks on the paper with her pencil. She had finished the sketch when her cell phone rang. It was Lucas, clearly drunk. He was in the bathroom at Tric, rambling on about how Peyton needed to stop what she was doing and that she was never going to win him over, because she's not good enough for him at this point. She hung up the phone before he finished and went to the bathroom.

She stood before the mirror, staring at herself with red puffy eyes and messy hair. Her big sweater was falling off of her right shoulder as she rolled the sleeves up and looked at her wrists. The last time she promised she'd never do it again. But she was being eaten alive by her sorrows. She opened the medicine cabinet and took out her prescribed antidepressants and popped the cap off. One fell into the palm of her hand, then three, then the bottle was empty. She downed them all with a glass of water and quickly stumbled to her room. On the back of the sketch she wrote a quick letter before her hand couldn't write anymore. Her eyelids were heavy and once they were shut, she fell limp and off of the bed.

Brooke Davis was angry, and a bit drunk. She sped home, thinking of the things she could say to Peyton. Should she say how much fun she had or that their friends were asking about her? She'd decide depending on Peyton's mood. She clumsily walked into the house, her purse in one hand and her shoes in the other. She was drunkenly ranting to Peyton as she walked through their house, and once she got to Peyton's room she dropped her shoes, and her purse. Not to mention she sobered up real quick.