Hi, I don't know exactly how long it's taken me to update, but it was probably a while. Oopsies? This chapter is a bit short and I'm sorry for that but I really liked how I ended it and didn't want to add any more to it. Well, enough rambling from me. Enjoy x

They all spent the next few days trying to fill Peyton in on her life. They also hoped they would say something that would spark the return of her memory, but they tried not to be too hopeful.

Brooke was proving most helpful filling her in, not only was she her best friend and knew her the longest (as well as being around those four years everyone else missed), she gave her clip notes version first, promising more detail if Peyton needed it.

"So," Brooke flipped her short hair over her shoulder and looked at her best friend, "We've been best friends since, forever! Well, since we were five, but details!" she looked at Peyton and smiled as she smiled, Peyton found it hard not to smile at Brooke's bubbly personality. "Your mom, Anna, died when you were nine. Your dad decided he couldn't cope and live in the house when you were like fifteen and went to work away at seas coming back every couple of weeks/months, whenever he could. You practically lived alone in your house. That was about the time you started dating hotshot, that's Nate by the way. You and Nate broke up just before you turned seventeen; he got married a few months later to Haley but anyway... You liked Lucas, but I did too, I started dating him, then you did- at the same time as me. That, was a bit of a..." she struggled to find the right word, "pickle? And that was only Brooke-Lucas-Peyton love-triangle number one." The brunette laughed nervously. 'This is all so weird,' Brooke thought. 'I shouldn't have to tell all this, she should remember. She HAS to remember.'

Brooke? Are you okay?" the blonde looked at Brooke with concern 'But not as much as I would normally get' Brooke heard the thought in her mind, then instantly regretted it. 'This isn't Peyton's fault.' She remembered.

"Yeah, sorry, got a lil' distracted. Any who... in senior year you found out you were adopted, mom number 2 dies, you get shot in the leg in a school shooting. You hide out in library, Luke finds you, and you kiss Luke. Love triangle numero dos. We fell out, majorly. Then you had a psycho stalker. You and Luke got together. We made up. Had a bust out with said psycho stalker. You got preggers, broke up with Luke. Went to L.A. with me, met lee got married, got divorced. Moved back in with me, we came home, and then you ended up here" she gestured to the hospital room as she said the last bit.

"Wow," Peyton was speechless, well, almost. "So what is that my life summed up in ten minutes?" she sounded almost disgruntled.

"Nah," Brooke reassured her, "just all the dramatic bits that make a really good story." 'Which coincidentally, they do.' She added in her head. They'd get to the 'Raven's' part later. "So, do you need anything explained more?" Brooke asked her very kindly and carefully, afraid she might break- she certainly looked fragile enough to do so.

"Err... actually I have a nagging feeling, like something that happened was my fault."

"What, honey?"

"How did An- I mean, my... mom, die?" Peyton bit down on her lower lip, a sure sign she was being cautious, and that she was nervous too.

"You always did blame yourself for that. It's not your fault though, Peyt." She paused and looked at Peyton, hopeful this answer was sufficient.

It wasn't.

Peyton continued to look at her expectantly so she sighed and went on, "she ran a red light. She was late picking you up from school. She got hit by a truck."

Peyton gasped.

"You okay, P?" Brooke looked worried at her friend's expression.

"She blamed herself for that?" Brooke looked confused so Peyton continued, "sorry, what I meant to say was; I blamed myself for that, why?"

Well you always were a bit of a masochist." Brooke smiled, dimples on full display. "Peyt, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."The curly-haired green-eyed blonde smiled.

"Seriously!" Brooke exclaimed with (semi) mock-exasperation.

"Yeah, sure. Shoot."

"Why did you refer to yourself as her?"

"Well," Peyton was starting to look slightly uncomfortable. "I don't feel like I'm her. This Peyton you've been telling me about. I feel... I feel like a different person, an intruder. Like I've taken away your best friend and replaced her with a fake version that couldn't quite match up." She admitted with regret and apology clear on her face.

"What? That's crazy!" Brooke told her strongly, "you are still my , no matter what. You're just a bit... lost. And you don't need to worry about any of that, we love you. Always have, always will. You haven't stolen anything from us. Understand?"

"I-"

"Understand?" she said more strongly.

"Yes," Peyton said in an extremely small voice.

"Good. Now you need some rest. Shall I go?"

"Actually, do you mind staying? Just until I fall asleep? I don't like hospitals for some reason I don't know, but I'm sure you do." She smiled coyly at Brooke.

"Brooke smiled back, "sure." She was ecstatic.

Her was still there.

Like I said, short. I'll work on trying to get another chapter up over the weekend, but I'll be quite busy, if not I'll have one up for the week after. Hope you liked it anyway. Please review, they make me feel loved and give me the push to write more, not that I'm trying to bribe you or anything *shifty eyes*. xxx SORRY, GOT POSTED TWICE. MY BAD!