Hey guys! This is my first oth fanfic so please go easy on me! I am open to any suggestions though. And stick with me to the end guys, cus I'm not good at regular updates. . When my other account gets activated I will be moving the story to that one. But I'll et you know when that happens.

Summary: No makeup can cover these bruises, she is drowning in her tears. Can she be saved from herself? Or possible she needs saving from some one else too.

Disclaimer: Ya'll know the drill!

This first chap really doesn't make sense, but you'll see what's going on as the story continues.

Much amor♥
Bj


When you look at Brooke Scott, what do you see? Perfectly manicured nails, perfectly glistening lip gloss, perfectly matched clothes, perfectly rich house, and dominance over all who crossed her way. Well you guessed it; Brooke Scott had the PERFECT life.

Every guy wanted to be with her, every girl wanted to be her. Head cheerleader, guys bending on knees so she would at least look at them. She had the life and she knew it.

You know the saying? Never judge a book by it's cover. Brooke Scott might have the perfect outer appearance, but what the outside world didn't know was that Brooke Scott was broken. Too blinded by her own tears to see the first rays of the sun, she stumbles through life tripping and falling. She is living a life in a glass aquarium, where everyone can ooh and ahh at her. But they don't know her. She doesn't even know herself. She is living with the guilt of self destructing herself everyday, losing her childhood innocence at only 14 years old.

She goes through life, like she has everything written down in a planner. She knows the drill by now, answer no questions and people will get tired of asking. Even her own brother seems to believe her lies.

She remembers when it first happened; she woke up in the morning to searing pains that all she saw was a blinding white light, she could have sworn she saw faces of her mother and twin brother, Nathan, pass before her eyes.. It's over she had thought. I'm done, this is the end for me. But no, the pain had lessened over time, as it always does. She gradually came to wish it would just end. Maybe she should end it herself. She had come close at times. Bringing the razor to just scratch her wrists, but stopping, crying at the sight of her own blood bleeding with crimson. She had come close one night when she had swallowed a whole bottle of Tylenol, but then crying had made herself puke it out. She was a coward, afraid of her death. It'll be better this way, she had tried convincing herself. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Over time she learned to suck it up, and get on with her life until the next time. The mornings after where always the hardest, she could barely move. Everything hurt, especially between her legs. She couldn't bring herself to swing her legs over her bed. But she had to, other wise the questions would start again.

When it first happened, she had been stupid. Going downstairs with her bruised lips, purple green marks on her neck, and tear streaked face downstairs. Her brother had seen her worriedly asking her what happened. Se had quickly turned around hoping he hadn't seen too much and had said she tripped. He had nodded letting it go. Ever since then she had learned to be more careful. To cover up her bruises, and to hide her pain, she became an expert at that over time. She knew the drill. First she would wash her face, and then cover it with foundation, then just the right touch of blush giving her face life, life that had left it so long ago, and the eye liner and mascara to cover up her swollen and red eyes, and to finish it off, a touch of lip gloss. Perfect.

Maybe not, maybe it was about time Brooke Scott would drown in her own tears.