Title: Fix Me

Pairings: BL, Julian/Peyton, NH, Minor BJ. (Let me know if there are any others you might like to see in a review or PM and I'll consider working them into the story).

Plot: After being viciously attacked in her own store, Brooke Davis is left in an extremely dark and broken state. She returns home to Tree Hill in search of healing herself and coming to terms with the fact that she believes her very own mother is the one responsible for the attack. In Tree Hill, she realizes how badly everything fell apart without her and learns the impact that her absence had on certain individuals. With the help of her friends, she slowly starts to uncover the pieces of her attack and learns the real truth behind it. Lucas is regretting his choices in life and the loss of inspiration has prevented him from writing a sequel to his best-selling novel but will the reappearance of Brooke Davis be the missing piece in making his life complete? Will they both be able to fix each other?

THINGS TO KNOW:

Naley are divorced (the story will also slightly focus on them fixing their marriage. It will also show how their marriage fell apart and the impact that Brooke leaving had on their marriage. YES, JAMIE IS IN THE STORY and they will cope with sharing custody of him.

Peyton lives in LA but she will be in the story (when she learns of Brooke's reappearance in Tree Hill, she comes home).

Julian and Brooke dated in New York a few years ago and there will be lots of history about their relationship (basically its' reversed from the show. Julian came to Tree Hill for Brooke but unexpectedly falls in love with Peyton instead.)

Victoria is behind the attack but there is more to the story than Brooke believes. (This plot will be developed later in the story).

Lucas and Peyton never dated after Brucas broke up senior year. An unkindness of Ravens was written about Brooke NOT Peyton.

Brooke was attacked at her store in New York, not Tree Hill. She left Tree Hill 4 years ago without any notice and hasn't spoken a single word to anyone from Tree Hill. It was her way of mending her broken heart.

QUICK NOTE: This story was one I started writing about the core 5 about a month ago called "It's Been Awhile". While I was writing the second chapter of the story I realized that I had a deeper connection with the Brucas dynamic of the story and therefore changed it. To fit with this story I changed some of the other characters plotlines. Naley being divorce rather than on the brink of divorce and Peyton not being a crack head but rather just depressed are some changes. You may also notice that I took a few scenes from the other story and used them in this one. That's because I didn't want to completely lose sight of the other story. I wanted some things to remain the same. Anyways, please read and I hope you all enjoy!

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

xxxx

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she stared out the window into the black night, a blanket of bright stars dancing along the sky. She remembered a time when those stars represented hope. When she was feeling lost or alone, she'd look out her office window, see those stars and they'd give her a sense of hope, a reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Now that hope seemed to be completely gone because as she looked out at those stars dancing along the brilliant New York skyline she felt nothing. Her seemingly perfect life was shattering around her as the reality of a cold and harsh world sunk in and the realization that sometimes the people you want so desperately to love you are the most heartless of all hit her. The sound of cars whizzing by, honking their horns every so often and the sound of heels clicking against the sidewalk filled the silence that had washed over her office. She loved New York but sometimes it was too much. Women desperately crowded the streets at night, wearing the fanciest clothes they could find, anticipating the night's events. She used to be one of those girls, until work overtook her life that is. And now everything she'd spent the last 4 years building up had disappeared in a single violent and tragic moment that would forever change her life as she headed down a dark and destructive path.

"Brooke…"

The brunette looked up from her desk as the soft voice filled her eerily quiet office. The voice belonged to Millicent Huxtable, one of her best friends. She'd hired Millicent as her assistant when she was fresh out of High School with no experience. There were several experienced applicants for the job but something about Millicent spoke to her. Millicent understood her and she didn't judge her. Over the last four years, they'd become the best of friends and Millicent was there for her when she needed her the most.

"Yes?" Brooke finally asked with a straight voice, her eyes still casting a glance out the window and into the darkness.

"This isn't you Brooke," Millicent whispered as worry brewed in her dark brown eyes. The cheery brunette that had hired her five years ago was gone, lost in a world surrounded by obscurity and hate. There was no emotion in her dull eyes as she spoke. Usually those beautiful almond shaped hazel eyes flickered with brilliance and compassion as a dimpled smile stretched across her face. "I want the old Brooke back."

"The old Brooke is gone," the fashionista deadpanned, the emotion completely drained from her usually raspy and upbeat voice. She was dead inside.

Millicent drew in a sharp breath as her fingertips nervously tapped the shiny desktop. "Don't let her win Brooke. Don't let her ruin your life or take your dream away. This is your company and you built it not her. This is your life, not hers."

Brooke shook her head, long brunette tresses falling into her face, and said the words that she dreaded to say. "She can have the company. All of it. If it really means that much to her, she can take it."

"Don't let her win Brooke," Millicent repeated, gripping onto Brooke's shoulder as a sign of moral support. "We can take her to court and fight it…"

Brooke held up her hand, revealing a set of perfectly manicured fingernails. "No Millie. We don't have the evidence and we can't prove it. She denies it and we have no logical evidence to convince the legal system otherwise."

"I promised you that we were going to make her pay for what she did and we will. I will hire you a team of the top detectives and lawyers in this city and get them to dig deep, find any little shred of evidence that can destroy her."

"No," Brooke shook her head furiously. "I don't want to hire a team of legal executives. I want out."

"But Brooke…" Millicent protested. Victoria was at fault here and she would pay for her heartless actions. Justice would be served and that merciless pathetic excuse of a mother would find herself behind bars. She was sure of it.

"Book me an appointment to see her," Brooke said stiffly as she started grabbing things from her desk and throwing them into a box. It really was sad that she had to book an appointment to talk to her own mother.

"If that's what you want," Millicent finally surrendered, an uneasy expression crawling across her face. Brooke was strong, she couldn't give up that easily. "But I could always run the company until you get back on your feet…"

"I said drop it Millie," Brooke interjected with a tone that was much harsher than she'd intended. She picked a stack of papers up off of her desk. "These," she waved the papers in Millicent's face, "are the rights to the company. I'm going to drop by her office first thing tomorrow morning and sign them over. This chapter in my life is over."

She didn't even give Millicent any time to respond as she grabbed her coat and her purse, flicked the lights off and slammed the office door shut.

Lucas Scott stared at yet another blank page. The cursor button blinked, indicating that it wanted him to type but he couldn't find the right words. He'd type a few lines, then quickly shake his head and erase the words. How the hell could writing a follow up to his bestselling novel be so hard? The answer was simple. He lacked inspiration. All of the good things that had once remained constant in his life were now absent. Brooke was gone. His relationship with both his brother and best friend were falling apart as their marriage shattered around them. Peyton was right. People always leave. The sound of the phone ringing broke him from his little pity party and he nearly fell over in his chair. Lucas slammed his computer shut and unfolded his legs out from underneath himself as she searched for his phone, which was hiding somewhere on his cluttered desk.

"Hello," he grumbled tiredly into the phone as he finally picked it up. He hadn't had a real sleep in days. Lindsey had been hounding him to write and he felt so obligated to give her something. Anything. He owed her that much for everything that she had given him.

"Lucas, please tell me that you're writing right now," Lindsey deadpanned on the other line, her voice edgy and her patience wearing thin.

"Yes," Lucas lied as he spun around in his chair. "I've been writing all day." At least he was telling some truth. He had been attempting to write all day.

"So how many chapters have you completed?"

Lucas grimaced at Lindsey's question. "Uh… can I skip that question?"

"Lucas…" Lindsey groaned. "Have you written anything at all?"

"No," Lucas admitted as he hung his head shamefully. "But that doesn't mean that I haven't been trying," he quickly added.

"Look Lucas," Lindsey stated firmly. "You're a great author and you have an amazing talent but you haven't been producing. I took a chance on you and I'm starting to lose my faith in you. I need something."

"I know Linds but I have no inspiration. My first story was inspired by real people, people that meant something to me. But those people are all gone now. I haven't seen 2 of the main characters since High School and I've become distanced from the other 2. How do you write a story when your inspiration is gone?"

"You find new inspiration," Lindsey smiled. "I know that it's tough and I'm going to give you a little while to get your life on track and start writing again but if this story isn't finished or at least almost finished by the end of the year then we may have to cut you from the company."

"I understand," Lucas replied solemnly with a quick nod of his head.

"Thanks Lucas and I will be continuously calling you to push you. I know it may get annoying at times but I'm just trying to help you."

"I appreciate that Linds."

"Shoot I have to go but keep writing Lucas. And please don't give up. It will come eventually, just have faith."

With that the line went dead.

Lucas rubbed his temple in frustration. How the hell was he supposed to find new inspiration? His only inspiration was gone and he wasn't sure if she was ever going to come back.

Lucas padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed himself a bottle of beer and stretched out on the couch. He flicked the TV on, turning it to his favorite channel. Sports Centre.

"I'm Marvin McFadden, coming to you live from Omaha…" Lucas groaned as he saw his former friend on TV. He was happy for Mouth but it was so hard watching the dreams of his friends come true when his didn't. He quickly flipped the channel, settling on a movie instead and reached for the phone to order a pizza. He hoped that Tim wasn't the delivery guy. That would just be another reminder of High School and the life that he left behind.

Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever be the same. Staring in the mirror, she sees a stranger. A remnant of the person she used to be. But she hasn't been the same. Not since the attack.

Flashback:

"This is my store, this is my life, it's what I wished for," Brooke sighed as she took one last look around her store. This store was her life. She had built her company in just 4 short years and became a multi-millionaire by the age of 22. She had worked so hard for everything and now Victoria was trying to take it away from her. She couldn't really believe that a company meant more to her mother than her own daughter did. The fashionista let out a defeated sigh as she turned around, flicked the lights off and pushed the door open. She didn't see it coming. Out of nowhere, a man came flying into her store, wearing black clothes with a ski mask pulled tightly over his face. She had little time to react but a shrill scream managed to escape her lips before he tackled her to the ground and beat her mercilessly. His knuckles thrashed against her cold skin and the horrifying sound of his fist connecting with her flesh echoed throughout the store. Her muffled screams were a mere cry for help, a mere cry for help that would never be answered. Battered and bruised, she laid almost lifeless in a heap on the stone cold floor inside her store, surrounded in a pool of her own blood. It was morning before anyone found her.

6 AM was way too early to be at the office, Millicent thought as she made her way towards the COB headquarters with 2 coffees in hand. Unfortunately, her boss was always the first one at the office in the morning so she was required to be there early. Millicent knocked on her boss's door to deliver her coffee but got an empty response. Strange, she thought. Brooke was always here by 6 AM.

"ALEXANDER!" she bellowed as the blonde man walked past her with a stack of papers.

"Yeah?" He turned and offered her a small smile.

"Have you seen Brooke?"

He shook his head. "I was the first one here this morning. Brooke isn't here."

Millicent quickly pulled out her cellphone and dialed number one on speed dial. It rang 5 times before voicemail picked up. "Hello, you've reached Brooke Davis…"

Millicent hung up the phone before the message could continue. "She's not answering her phone," she frowned at Alexander. "She's always here, what if something is wrong?"

Alexander shrugged, "Ask Victoria, I bet you she knows."

"Yeah right," Millicent scoffed. "Brooke and Victoria aren't on the best of terms in case you haven't noticed. Brooke fired Victoria."

"Yeah but she's still her mother she may know where she is. Why don't you try the store? I bet you Brooke's over there," Alexander offered with a shrug.

"Ooh, good idea. I will be back."

"Brooke!" Millicent's voice echoed throughout the store as she unlocked the door. In that moment, Millicent's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Clothes were strewn across the floor and it looked like the store had been hit by a tornado. "BROOKE!" she yelled frantically, her eyes scanning the store for her boss.

Then she spotted her.

Laying on the floor in a pile of crimson red blood, face badly bruised and beaten was Brooke Davis. "Oh my god," Millicent covered her mouth as she bent down and touched her friend. She did the first thing she could think of. Call 911. As she snapped her phone shut, she stroked Brooke's bloody cheek. "We're going to find out who did this to you and we're going to make them pay," she promised as tears started to roll down her cheeks. She couldn't imagine what kind of a person would do this. It had to have been a person so harsh, so cold-hearted, and so cruel. The only person that came to mind was Victoria.

END FLASHBACK

Slowly, she brought her hand to her cheek and softly stroked it, letting her fingers run along the bruises that decorated her face. She couldn't look at herself anymore. Disgusted, she lifted the oversized sunglasses from the top of her head and slid them over her eyes. She felt so worthless, so unloved, and so alone in a world that she was coming to hate. She went from having everything to nothing.

"Lucas Scott." The blonde turned around as he heard his name being echoed across the nearly empty bar. The tension-filled voice belonged to a man he struggled to recognize. His mind was working at a rapid pace as he tried to put a name to the anonymous face. Lucas guessed that they were probably about the same age and based upon the way he was dressed, Lucas would also guess that he was an important person.

"Yes?" Lucas finally asked, an undertone of annoyance clearly evident in his voice. "Do I know you?" He hadn't meant to sound rude but to most people the irritation plaguing his tone came across as impolite.

"No," his lips curled into a tight smile as she slid into the barstool beside Lucas. "But I know you."

Okay, creepy Lucas thought as he stared at the unknown man. "What do you want?" he asked with annoyance as he called Owen for another much needed drink.

He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair and a glint in his soft blue eyes told Lucas that he was here in Tree Hill for something important. "I have a business proposition for you."

Lucas raised an eyebrow at the mysterious man seated next to him. This was just getting stranger and stranger. "Look man, I don't even know you…"

"Julian Baker," he extended his hand out for Lucas to shake. "I'm a prominent movie producer."

"Good for you," Lucas smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips and let the alcohol seep into his system.

"I want to make a movie out of your book," Julian grinned as he glanced over at Lucas. The minute those words rolled off of his tongue, alcohol came flying across the countertop, earning a glare from Owen, the bartender.

"You've gotta be shitting me," Lucas mumbled with an exasperated tone. "I haven't even written a follow up to my best seller and you wanna make a movie out of a piece of shit book?"

"I can see that you have so much faith in yourself," Julian rolled his eyes, the sarcasm basically dripping off of his tongue with every word. "I read your book Lucas, it's really good and it has so much potential."

"Well if it had potential, I would've written a follow up," Lucas shrugged as she played with the straw in his drink. "I just can't understand why you'd wanna make a movie out of it, that's all."

Julian let out a deep and heavy sigh as he ran a hand over his temple. "I don't care if you haven't written a follow up. You're book is good and people love it. If we can turn those brilliant words and that suspenseful and dramatic plot into a big screen hit, we can produce millions."

"And how do I know that you're even legit?" Lucas narrowed his eyes and gave Julian a skeptical frown.

"Just ask Brooke Davis, she'll tell you," Julian smirked as he pushed his barstool back and stood up to leave. "Here's my card. Feel free to call when you've decided that this is what you need to put your career back on track."

"Wait a second," Lucas said as he set the card down. "What do you know about Brooke Davis?"

Julian turned and gave Lucas a small wink. "More than you think. She's the reason I read the book and she's the reason I believe in it."

Then he was gone. What the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? The card that he currently held in his hand could be the key to his future. He could finally live out his dream.

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

xxxx

It all just seems so fake. This idea that good things happen to good people, and there's magic in the world, and the meek and righteous will inherit. There are too many good people that suffer for something like that to be true. There are too many prayers that get unanswered. Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is. And we tell ourselves "it's all gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay," but it's not okay. And once you know that, there's no going back. There's no magic in the world. At least not today there isn't. -Haley James-Scott, One Tree Hill.

xxxx

"I'm leaving." Her voice was stone cold as the words rolled off of her tongue. "And I'm not going to look back."

"And where exactly are you going?"

"Where nobody finds me," she answered coldly as she slammed the stack of papers on her mother's desk. "These are for you."

The older Davis woman scanned the documents and looked up in surprise. "You're giving me the rights to your company even after you're convinced that I hired someone to attack you?"

"I'm done with this," the brunette responded impassively as she picked up a pen off the desk and quickly scribbled her signature on the blank line. "As of now the company is yours."

"Brooke I…"

The brunette held up her tiny hand. "I don't wanna hear it Victoria. If having this company means more to you than having a relationship with your daughter then so be it."

"Despite what you think, I love you Brooke and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you," Victoria insisted, her eyes showing signs of compassion and sincerity. However, those emotions were fake and Brooke could see right through them.

"Go to hell," the brunette whispered harshly. "All I've ever wanted from this world was for you to love me. A mother is supposed to love their children unconditionally and clearly you have no concept of that whatsoever. Someday when I have children I will think back on all of the times you've deceived me and I will use them as incentive to never be the mother that you were."

"All the times I've deceived you Brooke?" Victoria bit back with anger. "I gave you the best possible life that you could've asked for. You had everything that you wanted and then some so don't come in here and tell me that I've given you a bad life."

Brooke rolled her eyes at the comment. "Seriously mom are you really that stupid? I wanted you to love me so much that I acted out because I wanted attention. I know that my past isn't exactly great but I did those things in hopes that maybe you'd ground me or punish me like a real mom. But guess what? You were never there and you never cared. As long as I was out of the way and I didn't affect your life or your precious reputation then I was free to do whatever the hell I wanted. But I didn't want that life. I wanted parents that loved me and wanted me around. I would take that life over being rich and having everything any day. You don't know what it felt like to come home to an empty house nearly every single day and feel so alone." By the time she'd finished screaming at her mother, Brooke's cheeks were a deep shade of red and her breath fell short.

"I thought you wanted that life Brooke. I'm so sorry I…" Victoria stuttered as she struggled to find the right words.

"Don't say it mom. Don't say you're sorry and don't say that you love me because you sure as hell don't. I've always been a burden to you and that's why I'm leaving. You want to run this company yourself than do it but just know that I'll be laughing my ass off when you fail," the brunette spoke ruthlessly, her angst-filled voice signifying years of suppressed anger, despair, and hate. As she turned to exit her mother's life she realized that she was finally free. She could live her life the way that she wanted to and not the way that Victoria wanted her to. "Oh and by the way don't come running back to me when you fall flat on your ass because I have absolutely no sympathy for you. Let's just call it karma for all the times you never believed in me."

Before the heartless woman before her could speak, the fashionista was gone, a faded figure through the doorway. And she planned on never coming back.

I thought of you and where you'd gone
And the world spins madly on.

xxxx

And that was how she found herself standing at the terminal in the Tree Hill airport, clutching her suitcases. She was going home, to the only place that she'd ever really known. She was leaving her worthless and absolutely destroyed life in New York behind as she embarked on a journey to heal her broken heart. Her body was still in a fragile state from the painful and tragic beating she'd taken only a week ago and she was afraid of how people in Tree Hill would react. Would they see her differently? Would they finally see past her strong and supposedly invincible façade? Would they finally realize that the tough exterior and unbreakable walls surrounding her were all a lie as they crumbled? What would they say when they found out that it was her own venomous and volatile mother that had caused this mess? Would they accuse her of running away from her problems like she always did? After all her sudden disappearance had surely raised many questions as the ones that she left behind soon realized that she'd left the small town in hopes of mending her severed heart. And finally how would they treat her after leaving them all behind and not even picking up a telephone in the last five years to even say something as simple as hello? These were the questions that haunted her as she fastened the buttons on her coat and tightly pulled the fabric close to her body in attempt to shield out the cold September wind that was swirling amid the town of Tree Hill, North Carolina. As she stepped into the cab outside the airport she mentally noted how much the town had changed in just four short years. The trees showed a beautiful array of autumn colors and the streets were lined with people busily chatting away. It looked like Tree Hill had grown immensely since she'd abandoned it 4 years ago but that welcoming feeling still loomed over the small city. Even though Tree Hill could now be classified as a small city it still had that small town presence to it. A small smile graced her face as the cab travelled along the streets of Tree Hill. She was finally home.

"Where to m'am?" the cab driver asked, breaking the silence that had washed over them.

Brooke thought about it for a minute. Should she go to Lucas's? She had no clue where Nathan and Haley lived or if they even lived in Tree Hill aymore. Maybe she'd just settle on a hotel. "The rivercourt please," she finally spoke, as the cab driver nodded his head and offered her a polite smile.

"And here we are," he smiled as they pulled up in front of the basketball court she'd once spent much of her teenage years at.

"Thank you," she nodded her head curtly and handed the driver a wad of cash. "Keep the change."

She stepped out of the cab, the nippy September weather causing a shiver to run down her spine, and took in a deep breath.

For hours, she just sat on the bench at the rivercourt and stared into space, trying to remember everything that she could about Tree Hill. Being at the rivercourt brought back a collection of memories, both good and bad. The writing on the surface of the court was the biggest reminder of all. 10 names were still splattered across the coarse blacktop in a variety of different colors, each depicting a different message. A tear slipped from Brooke's eye as she ran her finger along the name Lucas Scott. Most of the recollected memories were of him, both good and bad. They'd all promised that in 4 years time they'd return and now here she was. It was like fate had brought her back to this place. Or maybe she just wasn't ready to let it go quite yet. She felt a drop and looked up at the blackened sky. The clouds were moving in quickly and it was clear that a storm was rolling in. The rain started off slowly but gradually the drops became thicker and faster, falling at a brash speed. Brooke pulled the hood of her coat up to cover her brunette tresses and quickly glanced at her cellphone. It was almost 11 o'clock. She'd spent nearly 4 hours reminiscing at the rivercourt and now the rain was pelting down impetuously. If her memory served her well, she wasn't very far from Lucas's old house. He'd been so attached to that house and Karen had planned on skipping town after Lily's birth so chances are he still resided there. She figured Nathan and Haley would be the safer bet but she had no clue where to look for them and the sound of thunder roaring in the distance and the image of lightning cracking in the sky gave her little time think. She hated thunder and lightning storms and Lucas's house was very close. All she had to do was turn the corner, walk down the street and she'd be standing on his doorstep.

The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted Lucas Scott up from his desk. The clock on his computer indicated that it was 11 o'clock. Who the hell would be knocking on his door this late at night? It was probably just Nathan with more Haley issues or vice versa. He quickly shut his laptop and threw on a white t-shirt before making his way to the door. Nonchalantly, he threw the door open just as a bolt of lightning split through the sky, illuminating his front porch. His eyeballs nearly exploded out of their sockets and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight before him. Even with a pair of sunglasses on, which was unusual in the dark, he could recognize her.

"Brooke…" he whispered as she moved her dripping wet body closer to his. His eyes locked with hers for a second and then she slowly lifted the sunglasses from her eyes. "Hello, Lucas."

The sight before him was even more shocking than her arrival. He gasped as he saw her face. It was decorated in an array of large yellowish and purplish bruises and she looked tired. Her eyes were sunken and clearly sleep had not been her top priority in days. The usually radiant and cheerful Brooke Davis was not the one standing on his porch. Her hazel eyes were dark and emotionless, the beautiful dimpled smile that usually graced her face was gone and her lips were pulled into a tight line, indicating neither a frown nor a smile and her face was even more paler than usually. She looked dead.

"Oh. My. God," he whispered as he brought his hand to his mouth and covered it. She seemed so weak, so broken, so lost and he hated it. "What happened to you?"

"Life happened," she chuckled bitterly and the iciness of her tone literally scared him. He'd never heard her talk like that before.

He pulled her inside the house, the warmth engulfing both of their bodies, and tightly shut the door behind them. His gaze met hers for a second and then he pulled her in for a hug. At first she flinched at the contact and seemed rather hesitant but after a moment her body relaxed at his touch and she clung to him tightly, never wanting to let go. He could feel her hot tears soaking his dry t-shirt as she bawled her eyes out.

"Lucas?" she whispered into his shirt, her voice barely audible and her bottom lip quivering with nervousness, a habit she'd possessed since she was a small child.

"Yes."

"Fix me, I'm so broken," she whispered again, her raspy voice cracking with tears as she spoke and her body shaking violently with every sob that escaped her perfect lips.

It took everything inside of Lucas not to cry himself. He just nodded his head and continued to hold the brunette close to him as he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek ever so lightly, not wanting to hurt her. He pulled away and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Come with me pretty girl and you can tell me what really happened," he whispered as she grabbed her hand and led her into the kitchen.

AN: I had initially started writing this story as one surrounding the core 5 but as I was writing I decided that it would just be easier to use primarily Brucas and just add the other characters in on the side. NH and Julian/Peyton will be the other pairings with mentions of BJ. I also changed the title because I thought that this was much more fitting and the dynamics of the story will be slightly altered from the other one I'd written (Peyton's not a crack head and Naley are divorced instead of on the brink of divorce). I am going to warn you that this story will be very dark at times but eventually the mood will lighten up as Brooke learns to cope with her attack. Next chapter will introduce the other characters and have more and more Brucas. The song used was "World Spins Madly On" by The Weepies just in case anyone was wondering. Please review and let me know if this story is worth continuing. Also, TWWW readers, I feel like such a horrible person for not updating sooner but I have most of the next chapter written and will hopefully get it up this week sometime!