Hello x]]
Well, this is it, my first story, my big debut. I've been browsing on ff for a while now and i've always wanted to start my own fic but i guess i was afraid of the outcome.
beware. this will be very depressing at first, but i gurantee you a happy ending. This is going to be Leyton of course, but you will see a little of Brooke and maybe a bit of Naley, not sure yet.
i think thats it :D please read and review and be nice please, remember this is my first fic.
(Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, just my crazy imagination :D)
enjoy x
Breathe Me
The warm breeze of the cool spring air brushed against Peyton Scott's delicate porcelain skinned face as she held a mixture of newly blossomed mixture of lillies and roses in her moisturised soft palms. She shivered slightly, feeling countless gossebumps on her arms and legs with chills continously journeying up and down her spine, due to the coldness of this terrible, terrible place.
Slowly, she fell to her fragile and skinny, boney knees, then seated herself on a not comfortable, but not uncomfortable position on the fully grown, shamrock green grass. The weight her heart carried increasing by the minute, soon the pressure would be unbearable.
She sniffled soundly, no one was going to hear her, no one ever heard her.
As her auburn locks blocked the vision through her right eye, she tucked it behind her ears, to witness a glance at the headstone that lay before her, when she placed the flowers infront of the object, she read the text engraved:
Sawyer Brooke Scott
Born and Died 18 May 2009
Beloved Daughter
She couldn't hold it in any longer, her heart bursted into a million pieces and the tears that, before threatned to fall, broke onto her fragile cheeks and stained her skin. She let out a whimper and a scream of distress, so heart-wrenching and so unbearable; it would shatter, even a cold blooded heart.
Water continously fell from her eyelids, until her eyes stung. She buried her face in her palms hoping and praying, something, anything would immune her from this unbearable pain.
This always happened to her. People always left. But why? Why did they always leave. It wasn't fair.
All of a sudden she felt the startling sound of a vibration from the pocket of her coat, as she picked the device up, she peered at the caller ID and sighed. Lucas.
Soon, she journeyed home, well in that direction, then hesitantly changed her route. She couldn't face him like this, he thought she was just fine, she didn't want him to worry.
Peyton stumbled at the familliar front porch and clenched her fingers to a fist to imply a knock on the door before her, then waited anxiously for the vacant. She was let out of her misery when the door swung open, the human being standing before her had a cheerful smile, however it faded when she saw her best friends tired, bloodshot eyes.
"Peyton- what, are you okay?" Brooke asked in concern, "I can't do it Brooke- i, It's only been a week, I don't know, I just," She choked the words out of her mouth, not being able to say anymore she broke down in tears.
Brooke wrapped her arms around Peyton's petite, delicate frame, attempting to shelter her from the heart-wrenching pain, "Shh, it's going to be okay," She reassured her, holding her while she cried, "I'm here," She told her for certain, "I'm not going anymore, i'll get you through this," Brooke comforted her.
All that proceeded was Peyton's countless distressing cries on Brooke's Shoulder.