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: The Night The World Begins Again

So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again

I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

Better Days- Goo Goo Dolls

She felt the floor slip under her feet as she landed on the couch with a soft thud. She looked at the women sitting across from her on a chair that Brooke, herself used to sit in and cuddle in her soft warm blanket with Boo Boo.

Brooke never actually looked at the woman before. Glances here and there, spats of nonsense things were the only conversations that she'd had with her. Her brown hair was pulled into a messy bun. One could see that it used to be pulled back tightly. Her face looked worn and old. She could see her eyes still water. The woman sitting in front of Brooke was rubbing her hands. A trait that Brooke never noticed until now. "You're going to California?" Brooke asked. She knew the answer, but what's the harm in asking?

The woman nodded. "I'm going to go and plan the funeral." She paused for a moment. And then she started to speak again. "You aunt always had a funeral planned out."

"Why would she do that? Why would she willingly plan a funeral for herself."

"Because your aunt knew that she was going to die Brooke. She always said, 'I know that I'm going to go and I might as well go the way I want to.' I don't think that she wanted to die specifically from Breast Cancer but it was the way she went. I owe it to her to let her get the funeral she always wanted."

Brooke stayed silent. She couldn't speak she didn't want to speak. Something inside of her froze. She looked up at the woman in front her.

How was it, that if you've known someone for your whole entire life, you don't start noticing them until they show the weakness they've always been against?

Brooke didn't know. She didn't really care to know, the only thing she wanted was to say goodbye to her aunt. "I want to come to California with you." Brooke stated.

The woman did a double take. "Brooke you have school."

"I don't care about school and I don't care about the people. I loved Aunt Eden too. I have the right to say goodbye."

The woman looked at Brooke a little while longer and a small, barely noticeable smile graced her lips. "I would appreciate the company on the plane ride. And the support planning Eden's funeral."

Brooke nodded. "When are we leaving?"

"In two days." The woman answered.

Brooke got up and went over to the woman; she bent down and kissed her head. She stood up and walked towards the door. When she stepped outside she took a deep breath.

She didn't really care if she just started to notice her now. Brooke knew that her mother would always be there. Pointless spats or not.

She made her way to the Garden like she always did. It was her place. The one sole place that she could actually breathe. She went to were a tulip was grown and plucked it out. She laid on the ground. She loved tulips.

She heard footsteps behind her.

She didn't turn around. She knew who it was.

Somehow she'd always know when it was him.

He sat down beside her.

She got a sense of déjà vu.

"Why do you always come here?" He asked.

"You should know Nathan." She answered.

"I don't know. I want to know. I think I know, but something inside me knows that I don't know."

"Why do you think I come here?"

"I think you come here because you love to think. And maybe this is the only place that you can actually be yourself and not care about anything except the things that you feel are important."

She smiled softly. "You've got part of it right. I do come here to think. I do come here to be myself, but most importantly I come here because it's my place. I found it and it holds special meaning to me."

He nodded. "I think that everyone wants a place to call their own."

Brooke nodded and stared straight ahead of her. She did love to come here. She loved to think about things that people didn't know she thought about. She cried here. She laughed here. She felt like everything was right when she was here.

"So a place this special." Started Nathan. "Does it have a name or do you just call it 'The Garden.'"

She thought about that for a moment. She usually did just call it The Garden. Something snapped inside of her. She knew what to call it. Maybe she always knew what to call it. "The Garden of Eden." Brooke said. She said it once more in her mind. She liked the sounding of it.

It was like a little piece of heaven.

It was when they were at the hotel in California when she saw it.

She was in the bathroom washing her hands when she looked in the mirror.

She could visibly see all the broken pieces, piece back together again.

She hesitantly reached out to touch the mirror. She outlined her face.

She didn't get shocked. She didn't mentally see her reflection shatter.

She felt whole.

They were sleeping when she woke up in the middle of the night. She turned over and saw the green neon lights scream three o'clock a.m. She put her arm over her eyes and sighed. She turned over again and stifled a gasp.

She saw herself again, just standing in the corner.

And just like that she was gone.

Leaving Brooke alone.

She looked at the bed next to hers. She saw her mother's sleeping form.

She'll admit it now.

She's not alone.

It occurred to her that she was never really alone.

And she knew that for her, her mother and for Boo Boo the world began again.

Alright so it's over. It's actually over and I feel like crying. It was so amazing the amount of reviewers that actually took the time to read my story and review. You really have no idea what that means to me.

I'm thinking of starting up a new story not for One Tree Hill but for The Fast and The Furious. I'm taking a hiatus for One Tree Hill. I know you can officially mentally curse, I don't mind really.

Sorry for such the long wait, School is a pain in my rear end and a lot of the people suck.

Anyways reviews for my reviewers:

Hemery: Thank you for your reviews and I totally look forward to reading more of your stories! Hope you like it.

Maggymoo21: Thank you so much! I'm glad that it's intriguing and different. I'm also glad that you liked it!

Clemonsontigerchic: She is just jealous. I don't like Haley in the show. I have nothing against her actress just her character. I'm glad that you're liking it.

Mony19: I love Brooke and Nathan too. At times it's making me sad too. I hope that the ending wasn't too heartbreaking. I was going to put Brooke and Nathan together in this story but it just didn't really fit. I hope that you still liked it though!

Heavenleigh88: I want Nathan to leave Haley just because I don't like her. I totally agree Brooke doesn't deserve to get treated badly, but people are just like that.

RoryNDean4ever: I like the Brooke and Nathan relationship but I do agree they would clash more as friends. I just love them together.

Imaslacker: It makes perfect sense to me. In today's world people thrive on false promises just to make them feel like they mean something and to have a glimmer of hope in a dark place. It's perfectly understandable and I wanted to rely that to this story. Thank you for reviewing.

Okay so I want to thank every single one of you who took the time and reviewed. Thank you so much and if I missed anyone I am so so so sorry!

Signing out

Books.