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Chapter Nine--Brooke panics
The next couple of days were a blur for Brooke. She locked herself into her room not letting anyone in or out.
"Meredith, I can't take much more of this shit," Brooke cried in the telephone.
"I know, girl."
"Maybe I should do death a favor. Maybe I should OD on something."
"No, Brooke, don't."
"Bye, Meredith. And sorry."
The line went dead. Meredith ran as fast as she could to Brooke's house. She ran into the house, up the stairs. Her adrenaline was so high that she busted down Brooke's door with no problem. She found Brooke on the ground with a bottle of Lortab next to her. Meredith ran and grabbed the phone and called 911.
"Derek, I tried to save her. Why did she do this?" Meredith cried an hour later. She was next on death's design.
"I don't know, sis. I guess that's how death wanted her to go."
"What am I going to do? I'm next. I don't want to die, Derek!"
"Just watch your back, ok?"
"Ok."
