A/N: One Tree Hill does not belong to me.
Italics = thoughts
The door is shut firmly as Brooke leaves his room, for might just be the last time. Lucas is devastated; he never wanted to be kissed by Peyton. Lucas lies back on his bed and shuts his eyes.
Why did I make the mistake of not telling Brooke about what happened in the library? Because of that, my relationship with her is over for ever. Idiot.
Stupid Peyton.
Stupid kiss.
Stupid me.
Why didn't I stop her? I'm in love with Brooke, and always will be.
There's a knock at his door.
"Go away!"
"Lucas?"
Oh no, it's the girl that ruined my life.
"I said go away."
The door starts to open, and she pokes her head in.
Nope, she didn't listen. Stupid bitch.
"Lucas? What's wrong?"
"I don't want to see anyone at the moment. Now go away."
"But—." Nope, she didn't take the hint either.
"What part don't you understand? I don't want to see or speak to anyone. So, why don't you just go home and don't come back?"
"Are you sure?". My god, she really is a blonde at heart.
"Abso-fucking-lutely. Now GO!!!" I yell at her.
The door slams shut. Finally, she took the hint.
Lucas lets out a deep sigh and stands up from his bed. He starts to pace around his room, until he stops at a photo frame with a photograph of Brooke and himself. Tears come to his eyes and he throws the frame across the room.
I can't believe she broke up with me. I love her so much. I want her back.
Lucas goes over to the frame and bends down to picks it up, before he reaches for it he spies a big piece of glass on the floor. Lucas picks it up, hesitates before cuttinga vertical line down his wrist.
Hopefully this will take the pain away.
The only thing that Lucas feels is the feeling of numbness, right up until he passes out.
Lucas was found shortly after, he had a photo clutched in his hand with the words 'Brooke, I Love You', scrawled on the back.
This is my first FF story that I have ever written. Please review.