Authors Note: - I know, I know, I know I can't stop starting new stories. I swear that this is my last one that I am starting before I finish the others. I just had an erg to do a story about crime and all that bad stuff. Even though I don't know a lot about that stuff I'm willing to give it a try. So wish me good luck. I hope this story goes really far and let's hope that this story won't end up being a romantic novel. So Enjoy.

Story:- Paint It Black

Everyday Is Exactly The Same

I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around

''You deserve nothing Brooke! Your just a fucking spoilt brat!'' that's all Brooke heard when she ran up the stairs and slammed the door of her room shut.

She ran around her room looking for something heavy. So, she just grabbed her jewellery box from underneath and chucked it at her door not caring about the jewellery worth £1,000 that spilled out of it. She searched for something else as she heard loud heavy thumps coming up the stairs she circled the room looking for something else to add to her collection of thing near the door and came face to face to the doll house her mother dearest gave her for her 5th birthday. She heard the footsteps getting closer and closer followed by heavy breathing. So she ran towards the dollhouse and put her arms underneath it to pick it up. She sighed and looked down when she saw her doll fall from the doll house to the floor with a tiny thump. She carried on taking small steps towards the door and took a large one to step over the doll, she let out a big breath when she reached the door and placed the doll house slowly in front of the door hoping that it will be enough to stop him from coming in.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Brooke gasped and took slow steps back as she stared at the door vibrating in large movements. Tears started emerging in her eyes as she heard her dad screaming and cursing for her to let him in.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

They only got louder and fiercer. She carried on taking slow steps back cursing the tears that where threatening to spill from her eyes. She watched as the doll house Victoria gave her started moving along with the door.

''Open the fucking door Brooke!'' This didn't sound like her dad. Not like how he used to be anyway. Before her family use to be the equivalent to families you see in adverts for breakfast cereals. Her mum and dad would always give her piggy banks on the way to the car and sometimes they would even go to picnics and splash around in the little lake that use to run by the park.

But, now? Now her family looked like the families that you would find in the adverts for family practise. In fact her family was even worse.

Brooke stopped walking when she felt her foot step on something. She looked down, at first she couldn't even see what it was because her eyes where all blurry and it was like looking through a glass that was smothered with oil. She used the palms of her hands to wipe the tears threatening her eyes. Her palms where sweaty, but it worked and did its job.

Her eyes slowly unmasked a doll lying on the floor with her brunette hair tied into 2 messy pigtails. One was looser and lower down on the other but the doll still looked perfect. Brooke bent down to pick it up but stopped when she heard her dad speak.

''You're not even worth it! Even the scum on my shoe is more useful than you!'' and with that he walked away in a gruff. She could hear his heavy breathing becoming more distant.

The brunette stood still waiting for him to return but he didn't. She figured he probably went to sleep. Seeming as it was past midnight.

She aggressively wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hands and walked towards her bathroom like a zombie. Showing no emotion.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her once beautiful and shiny brunette locks where now stuck together and the front pieces stuck to her face like paper stuck to glue her hair was as tedious as ever. She looked at her skin. Which looked as white as dry as ever, She resembled a vampire. The dead. She stared right at her eyes intensely, the sparkle they once had, had disappeared. They were surrounded by dark circles. Like the dark circles panda's had around their eyes. Only theirs were there from the beginning, hers was caused by no sleep.

She opened her second drawer and found an orange cylinder that she stole from her dad and unscrewed the lid. She shook the cylinder causing 3 pills to spill out from the tub to her damp palms she put her head under the running tap to help swallow the pills.

She couldn't take it anymore. She didn't have to live like this.

So, she grabbed her duffel bag from under her bed and started packing. The once bubbly brunette opened the window and threw her bag out her window and cringed when it landed with a thud. She looked back at her room and noticed something white glowing on the floor. She squinted to make out what it was and noticed it was her doll. She snatched it from the ground at put it in her back pocket. She lowered down her rope made out of old clothes from her window and slowly climbed down it.

Without taking one last look behind her, she made her way through the dark.

It was when she got off the couch and saw the first sign that she reached North Carolina when she actually realised what she had done.

She fucking escaped.

She stood there a while thinking about what she had done. There was no turning back. Not like last time. She looked at her wrist and looked at her watch which had cracked when she once tried to hit her dad but he just stepped on her arm. Making pain jot right threw her arms as well as cracking her only watch. The watch read 3:33 am. Richard would have already come to her room for her daily beating and already realised that she wasn't there. There was no need to leave a note. There was no one she wanted to thank for helping her for getting this far. She didn't have anyone there. She was alone. Just like now. But this time was different. She had no shelter or food. Just the money she stole from Victoria earlier on the year and the change she found in her piggybank.

Life Sucked.

She had been in tree hill for approximately 6 hours and she still couldn't find a place to stay. Her legs felt weak and felt like the where going to collapse any second. Her eyes were also seconds away from shutting. She looked down at her stomach when she heard the sound it made when she needed to eat. She never realised that she had gone that long without eating. The brunette was surprised it started rumbling now.

She stopped in front of a place which seemed as a suitable place to eat. Brooke looked at the window which was covered with writing saying 'Deb's Diner'. When she finished reading that she looked through the window and saw a blonde lady at the till her hair stopped at the beginning of her shoulders. She had bronzed skin which seemed to go well with the blue spaghetti strap top she was wearing. Brooke attention towards the blonde women stopped when she saw another lady walk towards her. This one seemed a lot younger than the blonde; this one looked like she was in her teens. She had dirty blonde hair which reached just the beginning of where her back started to arch.

The older blonde looked up when the younger one started talking to her. When the older blonde looked up she had something in her eyes. She looked at the other blonde with so much love and care. Brooke had never received anything like that. Not even close. She guessed that was her daughter but they didn't look anything alike. Brooke swiftly looked away when the older lady looked up and acted like she was admiring the flowers in front of the shop. Witch somehow turned out to be her favourite flowers. Calla Lilies.

They were different compare to the other ones. These ones stood out. They didn't have petals to attract the bees. But they still looked beautiful.

The brunette looked up when she heard the door open along with heels tapping on the floor towards her. She let out a small smile when she looked up and noticed that it was the elder lady.

Brooke followed her movements as she watched as the woman put her hand behind her ear to pull out a cigarette causing her hair to fall out from its place behind her ear she then dug in her pockets searching for something and grinned when she found it. She then lifted up her lighter and used it to match her cigarette which was now placed in her mouth.

''Do you?'' she stretched out her hand to ask Brooke if she wanted a cigarette.

Brooke stared at the stretched out arm before her remembering the last time she smoked. Maybe 4 months ago. When she went out with her so called friends.

She politely shook her head.

''So what's a girl like you doing here anyway?'' she said in a muffled tone as she still had the cigarette in her mouth trying to light it up.

''You know…just trying to run away from life'' Brooke was surprised at how confident that came out.

''why here, why tree hill?'' she looked intensely at Brooke while taking a drag of smoke. Brooke was surprised that she would even smoke. She didn't look like a lady that would. Not after the look she saw her give to the other person.

''First place I saw'' she didn't really know why. She just followed where her feet lead her. It didn't matter where she went she just wanted to start new. Like she said. 'Run away from life' her old life.

The lady stared at her and smiled. ''How rude of me not to introduce myself to you. I'm Deb, the owner of this place'' she looked back to show Brooke she was talking about Deb's diner. She stuck out her hand waiting for Brooke to take it.

''I'm Brooke'' she took the hand and smiled as she shook it.

''Don't you want to come in?'' Deb motioned her head over to her diner.

Brooke looked at the diner and where the younger lady still was. ''Sure''

Brooke now sat at a table near the door eating one of the best jacket potatoes she had ever had. She licked her lips once she was finished.

She watched as the younger worker took confident steps towards Brooke and taking a seat opposite her. She stuck her hand out ''Hey, I'm Haley''

The blonde watched as the brunette stared at her hand and slowly lifted hers to shake it. ''I'm Brooke''

''So if you don't mind me asking, why did you run away?''

Brooke really didn't mind telling Haley. She seemed nice; better than the plastics she used to talk to from where she used to live. But the whole reason she came here was because she wants to start new, to forget everything that had happened and concentrate on what's happening.