Disclaimer: I would love to say that I own Nathan, however I don't. I would love to own Keith, just because I absolutely love him, but I don't. I would love to say that I'm exactly like Brooke minus that entire whole entire slut thing, but I'm not. I utterly wish that they'd boot Haley off the show, but I'm pretty sure they won't.

In a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is; I got nothing.

Please do not sue. I'm not in the mood for a court hearing.

Summary: Brooke Davis hated alot of things. But most of all she hated her reflection.

The Shattered Reflection of Brooke Davis.

Chapter 1: So Many Little Pieces.

I've been walking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Breathe No More- Evanescence

She wondered when she stopped breathing. Not physically stop breathing but emotionally. She wondered when she started to see nothing but broken pieces of someone who used to be something when she looked in the mirror. Most of all she wondered if she would ever get put back together.

She ran her hand through her hair. She wondered how long her eyes seemed to look so empty. She tilted her head to the side. Then she did the same thing to the other side. She reached out to touch her reflection…but put her hand back by her side. It wouldn't work. She was still the empty girl that her reflection showed.

She wondered when she became to empty and hollow. That's a lie. She knew exactly when she became empty and hollow. She just didn't want to tell.

Maybe it was all the time she spent trying to mould herself into perfection. She laughed bitterly at that thought. She was far from perfection.

Maybe it was all the time she spent trying to keep everything in. Her parents hated weakness.

Maybe it was the fact that people just pretended to like her.

Or maybe Karma was coming back to bite her in the ass.

Lord, knows that was coming sooner rather than later.

She turned away from her reflection and went back to her bed. She got underneath the cover and took her worn out teddy bear Boo Boo from the top of her bedside table. She put him underneath the cover with her and put her face in his worn out fur.

Maybe it was the fact that Brooke Davis knew that the only constant thing in her life was her worn out teddy bear Boo Boo.

If there was one thing that Brooke Davis hated most in the world it was blondes. They knew all the ways to take your heart and smash it into a million pieces and not bother to help you pick them up.

She slammed her locker shut. She didn't care anymore. Caring took too much energy. Energy that she didn't have anymore. She fumed while walking to the girl's bathroom.

Best friends were nothing but a pain in the ass. You think that you can trust them when all they do is stab you in the back. She really hated best friends.

She walked by Nathan Scott and Haley James. Sweet innocent Haley James. That was another thing Brooke hated Haley James.

It seemed that these days Brooke hated a lot of things.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw them. Jesus Christ, did they not have any decency? Couldn't they have waited to announce their angst filled relationship until later in the next ten years? Nope. That was too much to ask. Two blondes were holding hands and acting like nothing was wrong.

Maybe nothing was wrong with them but everything was wrong with Brooke.

She locked eyes with the male blonde. His blue eyes bore into her brown ones. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She could sense that everyone was looking at her seeing what she would do next.

She opened her eyes and almost cried out in agony. Female blonde took male blonde's head and kissed him softly.

She looked away and caught the brown eyes of Nathan Scott. He looked at her with such pity that she felt like barfing. He never looked at her with pity. She looked at his girlfriend and wanted to rip her head off. While glaring daggers at Brooke she was giving warm smiles to the two blondes.

She looked around. Everyone was giving warm smiles to the two blondes.

She looked back at Nathan. He was the only one not giving them warm smiles. Instead he was looking at her.

She turned the corner and stormed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with little freshman talking about loosing their virginity. She pointed to the door. "Out." She ordered, trying to make her voice loud and clear. They looked at her like she grew another head. "Get out!" She screamed in a strangled voice. They jumped and filed out of the bathroom.

Brooke took in three shaky breaths and walked towards the sinks.

She hated Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer, the two modern blonde versions of Romeo and Juliet. She hated Haley James and her seemingly innocent act. She hated how everyone was staring at the two blondes like they were Gods gift to love. She hated Nathan Scott and his looks of pity.

She looked in the mirror.

Brooke Davis hated a lot of things. But most of all she hated her reflection.

Chapter one is complete. Again this just came to me and I started writing. Okay so Halloween is in a couple weeks and I am stoked! I can't wait! I'm such am kid!

Thanks to the people who reviewed my last story. It means a lot!

Yours Truly,

Books.

P.S. This is when Lucas and Peyton sort of cheated and went behind her back. It's way back than but I wanted it to go differently. This is my take on it.