Hey everyone, Jay here! Thank you all so very much for reading my story. The reviews and your comments really do mean the world to me. They make me want to write more. Now, I have received a few reviews that question whether I have actually written this story. The answer is; yes, I have. And yes; it has been posted before, under the name of 'Cait Jade' my former fanfiction account which I abandoned. So yes, it is me, my name is Cait and my middle name is Jade, that is why I call myself "Jay" as a writer now. Because I miserably failed my old fanfiction account and am now trying to make up for it. Enough babble... please enjoy... Love always, Jay/Jade/Cait Jade (lol)
Brooke rolled over and hit her head on her bed-side table. "Shit" she muttered, leaning back, and rolling onto her back. She silently cursed herself for falling asleep. It wasn't like she had anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon. She took a deep breath and looked at her nails. Her black nail polish was beginning to chip, and she hated that. She flung the covers off her body, and swung herself out of bed.
Taking a few steps forward she opened the bottom draw of her dresser, and rummaged around till she found what she was looking for. She then went back to her bed, and positioned her pillows so she was in a comfy position leaning up against her wall. She grabbed her stereo remote off her bed-side table and hit "Play". POD Brooke's 'band of the week' started blasting from her speakers. As she opened her bottle of black nail polish and began to re-apply it, she mimed along to 'Boom'. Not really paying attention to what she was doing, she turned the music up louder and continued to paint her nails. Leaning over her hands, her long black hair got in the way but she just flicked it back.
As the song finished and a new one started Brooke completed painting her fingernails. Looking around her room for something to keep her entertained, she found a few DVD's sprawled across her floor. Her and her brother stayed up late the night before watching them. She could never get bored of horror movies. She spotted 'Wrong Turn' on the floor; the only movie they hadn't watched the previous night. As she launched off her bed and onto the floor her door opened. She didn't hear her mother walking up behind her and she was shocked when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.
"Holy shit" her hands flew to her chest and she stumbled backwards. Realizing it was only her mother she took a deep breath and recovered.
Deb Scott jumped back in surprise. "I'msorry honey," she yelled over the music. Brooke removed her hand from her chest, and rose to her feet. She walked over to her bed, and grabbed the remote. Turning the volume down, she turned to glare at her mother.
"Is there something you wanted?" she sneered, folding her arms over her chest.
Deb flinched at her tone, though she ought to be used to it by now. She'd had to get used to a lot of changes in her daughter over the last couple of months. The long black hair was a drastic change from the auburn brown she was born with and the dark circles under her eyes from endless eyeliner and mascara had become permanent. She was far from the happy bright and bubbly Brooke Scott she'd been not too long ago.
She had been hostile towards everyone since her best friend of sixteen years Kristin, committed suicide four months ago. "Yes actually. I was thinking that maybe tonight we could have dinner as a family. I think it would be good for us," Deb smiled softly.
"Good for us? Mom, the only thing that would be good for this family" she paused for effect "..was if we weren't one, she said, turning the volume up again. Deb sighed, and left the room.
Brooke stared at the closed door for a moment before taking a deep breath and rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
Deb sighed as the left her daughter's room. She leaned against the hallway and thought about the night she received the phone call that she knew changed her daughters life, and possibly their family┘ forever.
"Mrs. Scott?" his voice echoed through her head. "This is Dr. Peter Wilkins, from the Tree Hill Hospital. I'm sorry to have to tell you this over the phone, but we have your daughter in here, and it appears that she has tried to end her own life , just the thought of that moment sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Brooke was hurting since Kristen's death, but Deb could never understand why Brooke took it so personally. There was nothing she could have done... or was there?
