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Part 2

Somebody else's life

For the whole of her life Brooke Davis has been thrust out on to a pedestal by her peers she had always been the prettiest and she'd always had the keenest fashion sense it was only natural that she damn near ruled Tree Hill High. Her life wasn't perfect nor was it easy, she had to be someone, to be the person she thought people wanted to see. She had every thing she could ever possibly hope fore looks, money, friends, and popularity something most people would kill for. But she was living someone else's life. It was all pretend no one really knew the real her she didn't even know the real her.

Can't change this feeling
I'm way out of touch
can't change this meaning
it means too much
never been this lonely
never felt so good
can't be the only one misunderstood
I remind myself of somebody else
feeling like I'm chasing
like I'm facing myself alone

Brooke had stayed late at yet another cheerleading practice. She loved to dance but she hated the hokeyness of cheerleading itself at times. Peyton didn't show and she had to rework the routine they were doing. It wasn't pleasant. Teresa kept missing steps and the other girls were wining too much about the whole routine.

She stomped out to her car wondering what her life was missing, she wasn't happy and she knew that it had to do with Lucas, she didn't want him anymore. Just that kind of relationship but she was much to jaded to go there. She couldn't get emotionally invested in anything, a fuck buddy was about all she could deal with at this particular point in her life. She knew she wanted to be with someone like she had been with Lucas, but she didn't think anyone would measure up and she would hate finding out that it was a lie all over again.

I've got somebody else's thoughts in my head
I want some of my own
I want some of my own
I want some of my own

She had come to the conclusion that until she found out what worked for her she would just take a break from the serious dating scene. She had read some lame self help books over the summer and decided until she followed her heart and not the trends she would be a much happier Brooke.

The Autumn air was chilly and she pulled her thin denim jacket over her barely covered body clad in only a white sports bra and work out pants not the perfect gear for fifty five degree weather.

"Brooke!" she heard a male voice call out to her.

She instinctively gripped her keys in between her knuckles if whoever it was got feisty she could return the favor and make him wish he hadn't decided to attack Brooke Davis. She whirled around to face her "attacker" who turned out to be Jake Jageliski.

"Shit. Jake you nearly scared me to death, you should really get a bell around your neck so you won't go around at night freaking people out." She said.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He said.

She smiled the tale tale dimple coming through, she couldn't be less interested in the basketball player but he was cute and one of the best when it came to sex. Finding herself would come later, right after she did.

Can you see me up here?
Would you bring me back down?
Cause I've been living to see my
Fears as they fall to the ground
I remind myself of somebody else
Feeling like I'm chasing
Like I'm facing myself alone

Peyton Sawyer was a numb pale reflection of her former self and no one really noticed. Not Brooke, not Haley, not Lucas and most certainly not Nathan. And that was exactly the was she wanted it except it hurt that they didn't even care.

She lay there in bed for a while after Rick had left staring at the small canister of coke. All of her credit cards were maxed out she had nothing in the bank she had resorted to exchanging sex for drugs. She hated having him on top of her she hated sinking to this new low but she had to admit it was quite clever actually and a lot more cheap, she could have laughed at the innuendo. Brooke would really love that one. She doubted she'd tell her. She hadn't seen Brooke since Thursday of last week and it was now Wednesday.

I've got somebody else's thoughts in my head
I want some of my own
I want some of my own
i want some of my own

If anyone saw her now they would ship her off to the first rehab clinic they could find. Her hair was matted she was gross looking she hadn't slept, ate, or showered since around the time she'd saw Brooke and she'd spent the past forty minutes earning her fix.And she really needed it. She hadn't had any since that day at school when she'd discovered that most everyone thought she was a dyke even Brooke. Lucas was ignoring her. And Haley kept going about some guy named Felix and she just couldn't deal. She had been trying to get a hold of Rick and couldn't.

She was surprised she hadn't gotten up already she got out of bed allowing the covers to fall away from her lithe pale form and she emptied the contents of the canister to make a few lines. She smiled to herself in doing so she was going to go to world where she didn't care what people thought about her or about the fact that she was alone.

Am I hiding behind my doubts?
Are they hiding behind me
Closer to finding out
it doesn't mean anything
I remind myself of somebody else now

She snorted two lines and looked up into her full length mirror, she was right she didn't look like a junkie. Make up streaked, bruises on her pale flesh, disheveled curls. Was this really her? Were her eyes that cold? Was she that thin? Had she taken things too far?

Her mind waged war with in her she knew she needed it just to stay sane just not to go completely crazy, but she knew that she was becoming dependent and cocaine was a hell of a habit to kick. She could lose everything, but then again what did she have. Her friends were off doing their own thing. Her dad was always working and her mom…

The mere thought of her mother made Peyton heave her mother had been a decent lady she would never consider doing what Peyton had done and was doing at the moment. One red light and took her away, Peyton ran them all the time, especially lately just hoping that one of them would take this wretched life away from her.

I've got somebody else's thoughts in my head
I want some of my own
I want some of my own
i want some of my own