Chapter 5: Painful Flashbacks
"Oh my god." said Peyton. "I think I am going to be sick." Before Peyton could move anywhere blood was spattered all over the floor from her mouth. Blood was not what she was expecting to come out.
Peyton had been feeling very ill the past few days, but she didn't let anyone else know that. Peyton hadn't eaten anything for almost a week besides the usual water and a few crackers. She just wasn't hungry and even at sometimes felt full. Some of her favorite foods were now making her sick just by the smell of it. She just thought that she had some kind of bug or flu.
It was getting worse and worse each day.
"Only a few more steps till you get upstairs." Peyton said weakly
"We are back on the road P.Sawyer." Said a still cheerful Brooke
"Brooke, where are we going?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
"You are so childish."
"Yes, but a mature child."
"You realize you make no sense."
"Maybe you don't make sense."
"Were not playing this game, Brooke."
After fighting over which radio station was going to be played next, Brooke finally broke the silence.
"Hey, want to stop for some food?"
"Sure." said the still weak Peyton
They finally reached the closet Applebee's around and decided that would be a good enough place to stop.
"What are you going to order, Goldie?"
"Umm."
"Any day now."
"Probably just a coffee."
"Great, so I get to look like a pig eating while your drinking your coffee." Brooke said with putting air quotes with coffee.
As Peyton was ordering Brooke realized a sense of paleness in Peyton. It was like the life was sucked out of her. She had no more reason to live.
"Miss" said the impatient waitress.
"Oh...uh.. I'll have the Western Omelet, and my friend will have the chocolate waffles."
"You drive me nuts." said Peyton as she watched the waitress leave.
"It's part of my charm" said Brooke showing her dimples
The waitress had come back and had brought them their drinks. As Peyton went to take her drink from the lady she dropped the glass on the floor and it shattered into a million pieces.
"Oh my god, Oh my god. I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. It must have just slipped."
"Don't worry things happen." said the waitress as she was cleaning up the water.
"Oh jeez, let me help you."
Brooke watched in astonishment. Peyton was different. Peyton wasn't right and Brooke could tell.
"Oh Jake these are wonderful!" said an enthused Peyton
"Well, I had to do something special for you on Valentine's Day. I mean, I might be a single father, but I am not cheap."
"Thank you. Let me just put these in some water."
Peyton got a vase and filled it. As she was bringing the rose filled vase on the table she suddenly felt her muscles stop. They were out of control. In that one quick second the wonderful rose-filled vase was crashed on the floor.
"Oh no." Peyton cried out
Tears started to form in her hazel eyes. She was already on the ground. There were many reasons why she was crying, but mostly it was because she wasn't in control anymore. Last year she had control of her life, now she couldn't even keep control of her own body and its functions.
"It's okay babe."
Jake picked her head up and kissed her lips lightly, but passionately.
'It happened again' Peyton thought to herself.
"Peyton? Peyton?"
"Yeah?"
"Listen we need to talk."
"Oh god not the 'talk' Brooke."
"Peyton you cannot keep your feelings all bottled up inside anymore. You used to be able to tell me everything. What happened? Where is the P. Sawyer that we all know and love." Brooke was trying to keep her voice down she might have wanted to talk, but she couldn't cause a scene.
"Why are you using Peyton? Why? Will you please just let me inside, Peyton? Let down that stupid exterior you have and let go."
Peyton was trying to hold back her tears. 'Only if you knew Brooke.Only if you knew what's wrong' she thought to herself.
Brooke kept looking Peyton straight into her eyes and said "I am your best friend and when you are ready to talk, I am here for you because Peyton" she waited till Peyton was looking her straight in the eyes. "You have a problem."
'No shit sherlock, but not the problems your thinking of.'
Complete Silence is all Brooke got from Peyton.
After they were done, the waitress came back with the check, Brooke paid for both of them and they went back to the car.
Brooke got in the driver's seat andpulled out of the parking lot. Staring out into the road. The blank and open road, where journeys have yet been traveled. The road for some may hold hope or faith, others it may hold lies or despair, but still the destination is unknown.