Chapter Two
"Brooke had some student government thing," Lucas said as he headed home. "She would kill me if she knew I was talking to you."
"It can't be that bad, Luc," Peyton responded as she was searching through her albums.
"It is. She doesn't trust you anymore."
"But she trusts you?"
"Why shouldn't she?"
"You kissed me back! Half of the blame should be put on you!"
"Peyton, calm down. I thought she would have been mad at me, too, but she blames you for everything. I hate that it's like this, but I don't know how to fix it."
"I'm starting to wonder if I even want it fixed," Peyton mumbled.
"Oh, come on, Peyton. You know that you want things fixed. You miss Brooke. Otherwise you wouldn't want to talk about her."
"Well, she's a big part of your life, so I don't know what else to talk about with you. I mean, I can't talk to you about basketball because you're not on the team anymore."
Lucas winced. It was still a sore spot that he couldn't play on the team anymore. "Peyton, I'm glad that we can't talk about basketball. That's still something I'm not really ready to talk about."
"Oh, okay. Well, since we can't talk about that and we can't continue talking about Brooke, then I really don't have anything else to say to you right now."
Before Lucas could even say goodbye, Peyton had put down the phone. He was really disappointed that he couldn't seem to save the friendship between two of the most important people in his life.
Peyton grabbed some paper. She began to draw pictures of her and Brooke together. She wanted to show their happier times, but ended up drawing the anger that filled their relationship right now. Lucas was right, she did want her relationship with Brooke to be fixed. It ate her up inside that she and Brooke weren't like they used to be. Peyton had screwed up so many times that she didn't blame Brooke for not wanting to talk to her. She knew that if Brooke had done the same things, she wouldn't want to be her friend anymore.
Peyton sat on her bed. She wanted to listen to music, but she couldn't think of a song that described her emotions right then. She had so many albums, but she couldn't think of one that would help her through this time in her life.
Peyton had lost so many people this year. She lost her mother. She lost Keith, even if he wasn't that close to her. Now she was losing Brooke. Brooke had always been in her life. They'd been best friends forever it seemed like, but Brooke hated her. Brooke wouldn't even look at her anymore. She couldn't stand to be around Peyton and she spent as much time as she could away from her.
Peyton had tried to relieve the anger, but when she'd write a letter, the letter would be torn open before it had been read. She would try to call Brooke's cell phone, but every time she called, Brooke would never pick up. She wanted Lucas to talk Brooke into at least spending a few minutes in the same room with her, but she knew that he might lose Brooke if he tried to push her into a reunion.
Peyton was trying so hard to keep from doing something to herself. She felt like a tortured artist. She knew that they did dramatic things because of the pain they felt inside. She felt that kind of pain building up inside of her. She just couldn't take it anymore. She decided that she needed to take a nap. She went into the bathroom to find something that would knock her out for a little while.
"Brooke, you have to give her a second chance," Lucas pleaded with Brooke.
"I've given her a second chance before," Brooke replied. "There are only so many times you can give a person a second chance before you lose them for good."
"Just go talk to her. She really needs you right now."
"What does she need me for? To piss me off further? I don't think so."
"Just go talk to her. I'll go with you."
Brooke and Lucas arrived at Peyton's house. They went up the stairs to Peyton's room. She wasn't in there. They knew she was home because her car was parked outside.
Even though Brooke had started to hate Peyton, she became worried. She began to look in every room. She noticed the bathroom door was cracked open.
"Peyton, I want to talk to you," Brooke said with a bit of an annoyed tone in her voice. She waited for a response. "Peyton?"
Brooke knew that Peyton had to be in the bathroom. She opened the door and saw her on the floor.
"Lucas, call 911!" she screamed when she saw the bottle of sleeping pills next to Peyton. Tears began to stroll down Brooke's face. "Don't die on me. Please don't die on me."
