So I'm back for chapter 2 of "Moving On." Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. I hope you all continue to enjoy this story. As always, reviews make me happy. So um, review? Cuz a happy Ashley is a Ashley who is more inclined to update.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OTH characters. Or any songs that might be mentioned along the way. Or any lines that might be taken from other shows.

"Come in," Christy called politely when she heard the light knock on her office door.

Peyton slowly opened the door and walked in.

"Hi. Nice to see you Peyton." Christy said in a genuinely sweet tone. "You can sit down and make yourself comfortable." She said gesturing toward a big chair and a soft looking couch.

Peyton looked between the two chairs like it was the hardest choice she'd ever have to make, then finally decided on the couch. She sat on the end farthest from Christy and looked around the office, doing anything she could do to avoid eye contact.

Christy watched the young girl for several minutes making notes on her yellow legal pad before she said anything. "How are you Peyton?" She asked.

"I'm fine thanks, and you?" Peyton said giving the answer she's been telling everyone for the past few weeks. The truth was she was anything but fine.

"Are you really? Fine I mean?" Christy asked trying to nudge the girl into opening up a little bit.

Peyton looked at the older woman not knowing what to say then decided to go with the first thing that popped into her head. "My best friend just died a senseless death because her good for nothing girlfriend who put her through hell for the past couple years, who claims to love her more than anything, wouldn't say anything to her when she asked how she felt about her. Yes. I'm just peachy." Peyton spat out at the older woman not meeting her eyes.

Christy just sat silent leaving the floor open for Peyton to talk. When Peyton hadn't said anything for about 5 minutes, Christy spoke up. "Her girlfriend?"

This simple prompting sent Peyton over the edge. "Yes her girlfriend, if you could really call her that. Haley James." Peyton started pure hatred dripping from every word that came out of her mouth. "Haley broke Brooke on more than one occasion then always came back with 'I'm sorry Brooke. I love you Brooke.' And since Brooke really did truly love that girl, God only knows why she did, she always took her back, believed that it would be different. Just because Haley said so. But every time Haley hurt her. And guess who was there to pick up the pieces. Me. That's who. Haley knew that Brooke would always take her back. That's why she treated her like shit. She knew that she could use Brooke's feelings against her. You know what I think? I think that Haley never did love her half as much as she said she did. I think that Haley just used Brooke. She liked the way Brooke treated her. Hell . . . who wouldn't. Brooke treated her like a queen. So Haley stayed around. She loved the way Brooke loved her . . . but she didn't love Brooke. So time and time again she pulled her in. Sucked her in like a vacuum only to drop her like yesterday's trash. It got worse and worse every time." Peyton continued wiping away at the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Brooke got more and more desperate. She didn't want Haley to lie to her. All she wanted was a straight answer from her. But no Haley was too, God damned selfish to give her that. Brooke . . . she deserved so much better. I'm not exactly sure what happened that day but I do know that Brooke when over to try one more time to talk to Haley and from what I've heard Haley wouldn't say anything. So Brooke died thinking that Haley didn't love . . . didn't need her . . . didn't want her. I'll never forgive her for that. I can't." Peyton said finally finished.

Christy had to fight back tears. This was the first time in all her years of working with teens in crisis that she felt so much raw emotion and passion coming from someone. She swallowed past the lump in her throat before she started to speak. "What about you Peyton? How do you feel?"

Peyton looked at her like she was more clueless than Paris Hilton in Wal-Mart. "I just told you."

"No, you didn't. Nothing in that was really about you. It was all about Brooke and/or Haley."

Peyton stared at her thinking about everything she said and realized that Christy was right. Peyton looked down at the ground. "I don't know. All I know is I miss my Brookie." Peyton said not being able to hold back the tears any longer.

"Peyton it's ok. Some times in situations like these it is hard to know exactly what you're feeling." Christy said then looked at her watch. "Listen our time is about up but this is what I want you to do. I want you to start keeping a journal. I want you to write in it every day. A lot of times Journaling helps people express how they're feeling. Can you try that for me?" Peyton nodded that yes she would. "Ok. Good. I'll see you at the same time next week."

Present Time

Rachel stood at the door to Peyton's room, a place she had become familiar with over the past two months. She watched Peyton write in her leather bound journal that she now wrote in every day. Rachel wondered what exactly Peyton wrote in there but they never talked about it.

"Hey you," Rachel said as she walked the rest of the way into her bedroom.

"Hi," Peyton said closing the journal and placing it on her night stand.

"How's it going?" Rachel asked taking her normal spot at the foot of the bed. "Have fun with Christy today?" She asked sticking out her tongue.

"It's going swell. And you know I always have a rockin time with Christy," Peyton said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ew gross. Mental picture I so did not need. Never say anything like that again." Rachel said shaking her head trying to rid herself of the horrifying image.

"It is kinda disturbing isn't it?" Peyton said wrinkling her nose. Rachel nodded in agreement. "Sorry. But seriously it was good. I think next week will be my last session. It's kinda weird but I'm going to miss them."

"Yeah. Remember when you used to hate it? You thought it was the stupidest thing ever. Oh and when she told you to keep that journal you nearly had a cow when you were telling me about it."

Peyton smiled remembering all too well. "Yeah but now . . . I don't know. I think it actually kinda helped some."

"Yeah I think it did too. That and having an awesome person like me around of course." She said playfully.

Peyton smiled, a true heartfelt smile. "You know it. I don't know what I would have done without you, Rach. You probably saved my life."

Rachel looked down at the bedspread. She loved seeing Peyton but she was painfully aware of how true her last statement was. What would I have done if I had lost her?

Flashback

Rachel ran to her car as soon as the dismissal bell rang. Peyton hadn't been to school that day and she had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Rachel jumped into her car and drove as fast as she could to Peyton's house. God please let her be ok. She thought when she finally pulled up to the girl's house and ran in.

She could hear music coming from Peyton's room which was completely normal. However the song that was filling her ears made the dread in her stomach turn to pain. "Broken," filled her ears as she got closer to Peyton's room. The closer she got the worse her feeling became. Please God. Please.

Rachel bounded up the last couple of steps and threw open the door to Peyton's room. She was relieved to see Peyton sitting on the other side of the bed facing the window. Thank God she's ok. However, her relief didn't last for long as she looked around the room. What she saw made her stomach turn. The tall blonde's room was completely spotless, something that had never happened. She quickly recalled something she had been taught in health class. Someone who is thinking of suicide gets things in order.

"Peyton," she said walking toward the other girl. Peyton didn't move. "Peyton!" Rachel screamed, fear flooding through her body. When she reached the other side of the bed, she saw an empty prescription bottle on the floor. "Oh no. God no. Peyton." Peyton finally moved her eyes to look at Rachel.

"Sweetie look at me. Where are the pills?" She asked tears flowing out her eyes. Peyton opened her hand. Rachel looked down and saw two months of anti-depressants in her hands. Rachel immediately knocked them out of the other girl's hand.

As the pills hit the floor, tears began to fall from Peyton's eyes. Slowly at first but after a few seconds Peyton's silent cry turned into a gut wrenching sob. Her entire body shook violently, she was crying so hard.

Rachel quickly sat on her knees in front of her, wrapping her arms protectively around the broken girl. "Shh, shh, I'm here now. It's ok. I'm here now." Rachel said trying to calm her.

"It's not ok. I'll never be ok again. I miss her so much." The words came out in broken spurts. "I need her and she's gone."

Rachel tightened her grip. "It's ok Peyton. I'm here and I'm not going to leave you. You can't give up. It's going to get better. I promise." Rachel had never been more heartbroken then she was at that moment holding Peyton, knowing there was nothing she could do to help her.

End Flasback.

"Hey, you ok?" Peyton asked the suddenly silent girl at the end of her bed.

"Yeah I'm good." Rachel answered trying so desperately to forget that day. " So Karen's for dinner or what?"

"Umm we always do Karen's. How about Pizza Hut or something?" Plus Haley is probably there and I really don't wanna deal with her.

"Works for me. Let's go." Rachel said getting up off the bed and pulling the blonde with her.

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Haley walked toward the intersection that had become her worst enemy a little over two months ago. She didn't know why but she still felt drawn to that place. The only sign of the accident was a small cross on the side of the road. The glass was gone and the light pole had been fixed. But there was still something about this place that drew her back. No matter what she told anyone or how she acted . . . she still felt incredibly guilty for everything that had happened.

It wasn't just Brooke's death any more that she felt guilty for. Her guilt now included Peyton's near death. Of course it wasn't her fault per say . . . but if Brooke was still alive it never would have happened. If Rachel hadn't have gotten there when she did, the lives of two people would be over because of me. The thought literally sent a chill down her spine.

"It isn't your fault." Nathan said from behind her.

"I know that here," she gestured to her head, "but not here," she said pointing at her heart.

"I know." He said coming up behind her wrapping his strong arms around her. "It just takes time." Haley leaned into his embrace. "How was your meeting with Christy today?"

"Just like every other one. It doesn't help Nathan. I'm afraid nothing ever will."

"It will. You just have to let it. You have to forgive yourself, Haley. No one blames you for any of this. Even Peyton. I think she's past it. Now you just have to forgive yourself. Let it go. Let yourself heal."

"I don't know. I just . . . I don't know."

"Ok." He said knowing now was not the time to push it. "You hungry? Why don't we grab some food?"

"Sounds good to me. Anywhere but Karen's."

"Yes ma'am." He agreed with a smile that could make the sun melt.

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