Short I know, all I could come up with for now. More v. soon.
I was drowning in sheer terror, the last thing I remember of calmness was walking with Peyton arm-in-arm down the hall. Looking up, the twisted metal, the endless hole of pain aimed straight at me, at Peyton. Terror froze me, I ducked, shattering glass hit me. I fell to the floor, people ran past me, over me, around me like ants scurrying in their hole. Running from the threat, it was freaky. I ran outside and in all the chaos, I lost Peyton.
Tears blurred my sight, until I saw Lucas, my one and only and forever. Crying I told him that I'd lost Peyton inside and that someone had been shooting up the school. I saw Nathan push past Whitey and head for the school and I saw Lucas follow him.
"Lucas, no," I cried out. He looked back at me, "I'll be right back Brooke." His eyes pleaded with me, he was going to save Peyton and follow his brother. Stupid, a little voice nagged inside of me.
Pushed on the bus by Whitey, my last glimpse of him was his blue shirttails disappearing in the silent maze of school. My perfect outfit was creased by the shoving of the boys as they craned to get a better look out the bus window.
Police were now converging on the school, setting up their tactical teams. I wept for Peyton, Lucas and everyone else.
Sitting in the school gym, where I'd been happy so many times. Now it was a refugee for survivors, parents looking for missing children. My parents weren't here to claim me, because of course, they're in L.A. Can you see me mentally rolling my eyes?
I remember now in cold memory, sitting on the bleachers, listening to the manipulative iciness of the reporter. She dared accuse me of being ashamed because I never spent any time with Jimmy Edwards in the last 4 years. Just because I don't know everyone doesn't make me a bad person. If I knew every Pam, Beth and Sherry well then I would be a more accomplished person, I imagine? But I'm not, I'm Brooke Davis, student body president, captain of the Raven cheerleaders and best girlfriend of Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer.
That is who I am and what I do and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Peyton is shot in the leg and is currently on her way to the hospital in an ambulance, she's unconscious. Lucas is with his mom who is currently inconsolable because Keith was shot during the chaos with Jimmy.
I'm all alone, on the outside looking in.