Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Rating: T for content

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Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Prologue/Semi Chapter One

It's crazy how no matter what life always seems to go on. The worst possible thing could happen, yet the world just keeps on spinning like nothing ever happened. Nobody stops what he or she is doing just to see this one moment of grief in a person's life. No. Life goes forward. People move on. That's a fact.

Lucas Scott stared at the casket before him, tears welling up in his soft blue eyes. At that exact moment he felt as though the world had somehow betrayed him. His life should be over now, his world shattered to nothing. But it wasn't. He was still living and, as far as he knew, his heart still beat regularly. He was just as healthy as he had been the day he was born. Yet he didn't feel healthy. Pain writhed through him, slithering through his veins. Sadness overtook him, a large void forming in the pit of his stomach. It was all over—or so it seemed.

He stared at the tiny casket that lay before him for a few moments in silence, trying to imagine his daughter. She was inside that casket? It didn't seem real. It had only been a few months since he'd seen her last. God that sounds just awful, but the truth is awful. Lucas knew that he wasn't exactly the best Dad around, but he tried. As often as could, he'd come back to see his baby girl, yet the last time he'd seen her she was hardly a baby. She was almost sixteen and a spitting image of her mother: tall and brunette with little dimples and everything. Yet, she covered her mother's beauty with layers of black eye liner and baggy clothes.

Brooke had warned Lucas of their daughter's depression, begging him to move back to Tree Hill from New York and help her. Brooke had discovered their daughter's habit for cutting and didn't know what to do. Lucas didn't want to believe it, so he chose to ignore it. Look what he ended up with—a dead daughter that he barely knew.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he mumbled through the lump in the back of his throat. "I should've been there for you…and I wasn't. I should've helped you…and I didn't. I don't know if you can ever forgive me—or if you can even hear me right now—but I want you to know that I'm so, so sorry…" Tears escaped the grown boy's eyes. This situation was practically incomprehensible. How could it be that his little angel was dead?

"I love you," he whispered to the finely finished wooden box as he placed a kiss on the smooth surface. Inside that box lay the corpse of his beloved daughter, taken from him so quickly he didn't even have time to think.

Brooke Davis sat nervously on a black leather couch in the Tree Hill Funeral Home. Her heel-covered foot shook uncontrollably as she waited for her—what would she call Lucas? — dead daughter's father to come out from saying good-bye. Anger fumed her making her want to kill Lucas for his lack of being a father. Never in a million years could she have ever thought that it would come down to this. She never expected Lucas to be so distant from his daughter….

Kendall Ramon Scott was born the night after prom. Brooke remembered that night like it was yesterday, extremely painful and exhausting. But, in the end, a beautiful baby girl was born. Looking into the eyes of that sweet little princess made every worry dissipate for Brooke. She knew that she would do anything for that baby.

Lucas, on the other hand, felt spit. He had been offered a scholarship to NYU. He wanted more than anything to become a writer and NYU would be a great place to begin his path, but a baby was a small—well, actually pretty big—prevention. He wanted to stay and attend the local community college so that he could at least help Brooke out with the baby. Brooke refused. As much as she wanted him to stay and help her, she didn't want him to one day regret his decision of not attending NYU.

So he went and Brooke stayed, gaining help from her friends and family. Karen played a vital role in Kendall's life considering that she had a baby boy only four months older. It seemed as though things were going smoothly, until Lucas came home. It seemed as though every time he came home for holidays and summer he changed. He was becoming more of a stranger than anything…

As years passed, Brooke watched Lucas walk in and out of Kendall's life. She knew it was unhealthy. She knew it was taking a toll on their poor little girl. She could see it in her actions: dying her hair black, the eyeliner, and the lipstick. All started out minor and Brooke tried to convince herself that it was just a phase. But it only got worse with the cutting and the drinking and Brooke figured a bit of smoking. By the time she realized that she needed to get Kendall help, it was too late.

Sitting there in the lounge of the Tree Hill Funeral Home, Brooke knew somewhere deep down inside her life was over. Yet, on the surface everything seemed semi the same. She felt like she was just paying respects to a family who had lost a loved on, not to her own daughter. Fact, she expected Kendall to be home when she got there.

A.N. I know, it's not much, but I just want to see if anyone is interested. If so, I'd be more than happy to post more. I have a lot of good ideas for this story, so I hope you all send me a little review and tell me your thoughts. Thanks!