I ran into my room as fast as I could and slammed my door closed. Slowly I slid down the other side of it burying my head in my hands as if about to cry. The only problem is that tears wouldn't come. My sister was dead, I needed to cry, I needed to scream, I needed for her to be alive, but none of those things came, not even at her funeral. All I could do was walk around like a zombie and convince myself this wasn't real, but I knew it was. I couldn't hide it anymore from myself. I can't stand school, people walking around going on their regular business, not affected all by Haley. And why should they? They didn't know her. They didn't love her as I did.
I looked around my room, I had always enjoyed it, tons of pictures of the Charlestown gang in groups and solo, plus tons of pics of the Tree Hill gang. There we're always three pictures that I liked the most, on the wall across from my bed I had two framed pictures of each of the gangs, but my overall favorite was the one right above my head, it was a huge framed, picture of Haley and me when we were ten. You could tell how much we loved each other just by the picture.
I walked up to my bed and kneeled on it, running my hands over the picture, a small smile coming over my face as I remembered the day it was taken.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HALEY AND BROOKE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU." Everyone sung.
"Hey how come her name was first?" Everyone laughed at my comment, but I didn't think it was funny, not until Haley hugged me from behind, "because I'm much more special than you." I laughed at her goofy voice as she said it. I turned to complete the hug.
"Smile girls," Dad said. We both turned still in a hug, both with goofy little kid smiles and the camera took the picture. "And plus I photograph better than you." She joked.
"You better run." She got out of my tight grip and ran as I chased her, finally catching up to her as we fell into the birthday cake. I kissed a bit of whipped cream off her nose.
"See you do love me."
"Yes I do, but I love whipped cream better." I used my finger to take some whipped cream off her cheek and then ate it.
It was the first thing that made me smile since her death. I didn't want to smile, I didn't deserve to smile not while the biggest part of my life wasn't there anymore. My fingers traced the bottom edge of the picture where Haley and I had each signed a corner, just incase we ever became famous, we wanted a copy of each others autographs so that we wouldn't want to forget the little people. We both had a copy of this photograph. I don't know what we were thinking, I could never forget my Haley-Bub.
Laying down on my bed I found three pieces of paper, my mail. "Cosmo girl, seventeen, letter." I sighed. I wasn't in the mood to read magazines, but I took a try and the letter, opening it broke my heart.
Dear Tigger,
Remember when mom and dad first got divorced and we couldn't drive, mom and dad never wanted to drive us to see each other because they didn't want to see each other we used to write letters to each other. I felt like writing one, even though I just saw you tonight. I wish you were back in Charlestown, we all really miss you. You miss so much, remember Mrs. Donahue, our science teacher from eighth grade, she's in the high school now, and she still picks on me and hits on Jess. It's just like old times, except we don't have you mocking her everyday at lunch. Okay now onto important stuff, I don't care if he has a girlfriend, but I want Nathan! He is so flipping HOTTT! Gosh now I sound like you. And Lucas, you told me he was hott, but you didn't say he was that hott. Still not close to Nathan. Damn those Scott guys got it going on. Peyton seemed really nice. It was kinda funny, us knowing all about them, and them not even knowing anything about us. I wish I could hang out with you and you're friends. But I know you want me all to yourself. Now I know this is short, but I gotta go, I love you Tigger more than anything.
Love always and
forever,
Your Haley
Goodnight,
sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning
I'll
be here
And when we say goodnight
Dry your eyes
Because we
said goodnight
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not
goodbye
The page was splattered with the stinging tears that had escaped my eyes at her words.
So did you like? I hope so, I have like a perfect chapter written out in my head, only problem is that it makes the story go way too fast. I know this chapter was short, and so was the song, but I thought I needed to put it in. Plus, there was a little Naley in it ;-)
