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When she was younger, she had a lot of dreams. Brooke Davis, fabulous actress, beautiful model, fashion designer. She wanted so much, and thanks to her parent's money, she got it all. Well, most of it anyway.
She's experienced the fashion world, and partied with the rich and famous, so now what she wants is simple.
She wants to design a new spring line, but she can't, She hasn't seen a doctor yet about the wrist she thinks is fractured.
She wants to take a walk and clear her head, but she can't. Somebody might see her face, shaded purple and blue.
And she wants to kill her mother.
The silence in her large Tree Hill home is deafening and Brooke wishes a certain best friend was there to keep her company. Especially now.
She'll have to see them all tomorrow, before the funeral of one of Lucas's player's. They're all supposed to meet at Haley and Nathan's and leave together. The sick thing is that if the guy who robbed her had been successful, they'd be at her funeral.
I can make anything, out of 'might have been'. Will tomorrow bring, all into light?
She wakes up early, unable to sleep. The sunrise shadows play tricks on her, and she runs to her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She sheds her clothes and steps under the stream of boiling hot water. It burns her skin and makes her bruises ache but she stands there for a while, letting it numb her. She doesn't want to feel like this anymore.
She shows up to Haley's house 10 minutes late in a black knit knee-length dress and oversize dark sunglasses that cover eighty percent of her face. Everyone turns around and stares at her when she shuts the front door behind her and she wants to hide from all their sad and solemn faces. She hates funerals.
Lucas and Peyton are the first to walk over. She tells him how sorry she is but takes a step back when he moves to hug her.
"She fell down the stairs." Peyton says quietly, explaining Brooke's actions. It's only now that Lucas starts to see the bruises on her arms, neck and shoulders that she tried so desperately to cover up.
"Take off your glasses." He says lowly, staring at her.
"No." She replies stubbornly.
"Brooke."
"Don't freak out." She says as she pulls the glasses slowly off her face. His eyes register shock and anger as her black and bruised eyes come into view.
"Who…who did this to you?" He says softly, bringing his hand gently to her face.
"She fell. I told you, didn't I?" Peyton interjects.
"Do you really believe that Peyton?" He says, looking at her skeptically. "I don't, not unless you fell and landed on someone's fist. And what about the handprint on you're shoulder?"
Peyton Sawyer feels overcome with jealousy. Her fiancé and her best friend. Isn't this day supposed to be about Quentin? And if anyone is going to get extra attention it should be her and Lucas, right? But there's a tug at her heart and she can't believe what's happened to her Brooke.
She's also a little pissed that she didn't realize it sooner.
Lucas is still staring at Brooke and it's making her insanely uncomfortable. She wants to run and hide. Being alone and scared is most likely better than this.
"It's not a big deal Luke. I'm fine." She says.
"You don't look fine." Lucas retorts.
"Well I am. So can we go now?"
Then the last person Brooke wants to see stomps slowly down the stairs.
"Aunt Brooke Aunt Brooke!" He says, the little boy's mood instantly changing. She pulls on her sunglasses quickly, grazing her wounds and wincing, still smiling at the young blonde, forgetting about the older, brooding one still staring at her.
"Hey Jimmy Jam." She says sadly, picking him up and pulling him close even though it hurts like hell. "How ya' feeling buddy?"
"I'm okay, I guess. I missed you Aunt Brooke."
"I missed you too."
Jamie brings his hand up to Brooke's face and grazes her cheek with one finger.
"What's underneath the sunglasses Brooke Davis?" He says, with a cute frown.
"Nothing you need to worry about right now." She says, putting him down.
I can't see anything, in the dark but then. Your reflection brings, all into light.
Thankfully, when Haley and Nathan come over, they're too preoccupied with the death of a close friend to realize what's happening. As the group walks out to their cars, Brooke overhears Haley say something that sticks in her mind and brings her back to junior year of high school,
"Things are about to change here, I think. This is where it all changes."
I've been having major writers block lately, so if this sucks don't be mad. Review, let me know. Anyway thanks for reading, even if you don't leave a review. I'm one of those writes who obsessively checks her story views.
disclaimerrrr- I lie a lot. So if I said I owned One Tree Hill, I probably wouldn't believe me.