A/N ; this is my first One Tree Hill Oneshot and it is about how Brooke really deals with Lucas and Petons secret. Inspired by the song T-Shirt by Shontelle.

This is quite a serious story for me because i prefer to do more happy, love storys but i thought i would try one. i may do a few serious ones but im not sure.

Hope you like it and dont forget to review.

L x

Disclamer ; Don't own One Tree Hill or any of the characters or storylines!!

Do you know what it feels like to see your whole world fall down around you…

…I do.

I lay here, on my bed wrapped in my now ex-boyfriends t-shirt. Not only did he cheat on me, but with my best friend. I bet your wondering who I am. I'm Brooke Penelope Davis and up until an hour ago I was the girlfriend of the gorgeous Lucas Scott. That was until I saw him kissing my 'best' friend, Peyton Sawyer.

That basically explains why I am lying here, with only his t-shirt on and a very tear stained face. I cant believe he did this to me, I really though he loved me but it was all a lie. He obviously was using me to get to my best friend. They even started seeing each other before his accident, which was just about a month ago. The slut couldn't keep her hands off of what was already mine.

I though he would be different from all the other boys I have dated. They only used me for my body or popularity. I was always the party girl who would hook up with anyone, but that all changed when I met him. Yeah, I still liked to party, but my heart was devoted to him and only him.

When I was told he had been in an accident, I could literally feel my whole world crashing around me. I was told he was lying on an operating table, fighting for his life. At that point I knew I loved him and thought he was the one.

How wrong could I have been.

At times like this, the old Brooke would have drank her troubles away in a bar somewhere, with help of her fake ID. But now, I don't want to do anything. I feel lifeless and some what empty. It really does feel like my heart has been shattered and it can never rebuild itself. I just want to cry myself to sleep and never wake up.

While I'm laying here, he's probably making out with Peyton, already forgotten about me. That's what I should do about him. Forget. As if I had never met him. If I hadn't chased after him, he wouldn't have broken my heart and I would still have a best friend. But then I wouldn't have experienced love for the first time. If I go and act as if nothing has happened, he will think I didn't care about him. Truth be told it was the complete opposite. I can't stop caring. After the accident, when he looks sad or hurt, I can't stop caring.

Lets face it, I just can't forget him.

I can't. All I have left is his t-shirt.

Well, i hope you liked it and please review so i know whether to continue doing serious, sad stories.

L x