SHATTERED

All the bold parts are flashbacks.

Brooke laid on her bed crying listening to her IPOD listening to depressing songs, she had been in this same spot for the past week. She never felt so alone in her whole seventeen years of living. She just wanted to leave Tree Hill and never come back. All she could think about was that night where she could have stopped it all. She ignored her friends, family, basically everyone. She had stopped going out and going to school. All she did was lay on her bed all morning and all night, all day every day.

"Brooke, come on we're going to be late!" Dean shouted.

"I'm coming, perfection doesn't happen naturally." She smiled.

"You look beautiful, with or without make up." Dean reached in for a kiss.

"I love you." Brooke smiled.

"I love you too." Dean smiled back.

Brooke quickly came back to reality when she heard a knock on the door.

"Go away." Brooke yelled.

"Brooke, honey you need to eat something." Said Mrs. Davis.

"I'm not hungry." Brooke said.

"Fine, I'll leave it on your desk." Mrs. Davis left Brooke's room.

Brooke and Dean we're laying outside by the river at night.

"Dean, can I ask you something?" Brooke asked.

"Of course, anything." He answered.

"Are we going to be together after high school?" she asked.

"Yeah, we're never going to break up, we're going to be together forever." Dean answered again.

"Really?" Brooke smiled.

"Of course, we're going to UCLA together, we'll get married, have our beautiful children three kids that you've always wanted two boys and one girl, watch them grow up and we'll grow old together." Dean smiled back.

"I love you so much!" Brooke began to build up tears.

"Baby don't cry." Dean comfort her.

"These are happy tears." Brooke said laughing.

"I want us to be together forever." Dean smiled.

"Yes, of course." Brooke hugging him.

Brooke finally got up from her bed and ignored the food on her desk and made her way down to the living room. She saw that her two older brothers and her dad were sitting on the couch watching football, and her mother and sister were in the kitchen preparing to make dinner.

Brooke was the youngest of four children. It does Billy, Sara, Tim, then Brooke.

Billy was twenty five, Billy is married to Mindy and has a son named Stephen who's a year old.

Sara is twenty, third year in college and engaged to Clay.

Tim is eighteen and dating nobody at the moment.

Brooke and Tim were the closest out of the family. There was a year separation between them but they were the only two still in high school and knew everything about each other.

"Brooke, you wanna help mom and I cook?" Sara asked.

"No, I just came down to see if I got any mail." Brooke answered.

"Honey, nothing came today for you." Mrs. Davis said.

"Okay, well thanks anyways." Brooke says making her way back to her room.

"Hey Peyton, what are you doing here so late?" Brooke asked in a concerned voice.

"Brooke, there's been an accident." She answered.

"What, what kind of accident with who?" She started to breathe harder and harder every second.

"It's Dean, he's been in a car accident." Peyton said.

"No he's not, he was just here." Brooke began to cry.

"He crashed into another car on his way back home." Peyton.

Brooke stood motionless but then couldn't keep her balance and was starting to fall, Peyton rushed to her to keep her steady.

"Brooke, we need to go to the hospital." Peyton hurried her to her car.

Brooke sat in the passenger seat tears coming down her face.

They get to the hospital and before Peyton could stop the car Brooke got out and ran to the lobby where she found Dean's parents.

"Is he okay?" She said sobbing.

"We don't know, he's in surgery right now." Mr. Winchester said holding his wife.

Hours later.

"Brooke, wake up." Mrs. Winchester said.

"Yes?" she asked.

"He's awake if you want to see him." She answered.

"Dean." Brooke smiled as she kissed him.

"Brooke." Dean trying to speak.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Hurting." Dean said.

"Babe, I'm so happy you're alright, you scared me." Brooke said.

Dean's eyes began to close and his heart rate started to become slower and slower.

"Dean! Don't go please!" Brooke cried.

"I love you." He said his last words then flat lined.

"Somebody help!" Brooke ran out to get someone.

Dean died that night at 1:25 am.

Brooke began to cry herself to sleep again.