Brooke's POV

The whole time after hiding & finding herself in that place, every other memory was out of place. She could remember hearing Manda scream, & she could remember running from the closet & trying to run for the stairs. But instead she hit something that made her fly back into something, & after that it was all fuzzy. She woke up in a small room painted in all sorts of blues. It was welcoming, & the bed was nice, but she had absolutely no clue where she was.

After letting the pain in her head subside, she had gotten up & walked into a bathroom. When she saw herself in the mirror in there, she was shocked. Her straight, dirty blonde hair was drenched in blood, there was a gash across the line separating her hair & skin, & her arms were starting to get black a blue, which she guessed was from flying into something. She was going to try & wash the blood off when she saw another door. She had opened, & saw with surprise, Manda sitting on the bed in an extremely big & beautiful room.

It was Manda's fault this happened. She just knew it. The stupid twit was always getting herself into trouble, & this time she pulled her in with her. But when Manda asked if she was ok, all her feelings of hate just disappeared. Manda looked just as scared, & confused a she, so when she opened her arms to her, she just couldn't help but run & jump into them.

She had lain there, in Manda's arms staring at the painting above them. The two girls on the stage, they were in an opera defiantly, the brunette the singer, & the blonde girl halfway out of view was most likely a ballerina or in a chorus, either way she just knew they were her & Manda. Which was what she told Manda, who she knew believe her.

After she told Manda that, she stared at the picture longer. After a few minutes she felt Manda's breath even out, & she knew she was sleeping. She quietly sat up, just looking at her cousin sleep.

The poor girl looked so innocent, & even in her sleep looked scared. She wasn't bloody or anything, but her hair was defiantly knotted, & she had a bruise going down her arm, & her left leg was bruised & swollen, & was defiantly broken.

She gently brushed a piece of hair out of Manda's face, then laid back down, falling asleep as soon as her head was on Manda's stomach.

When she woke back up, the slow, steady movement of Manda's stomach was replaced with the still softness of a pillow. As she opened her eyes she noticed she was back in the blue room.

Brooke then got off of the bed, then looked down as she noticed that her orange t-shirt, & black shorts had been replaced by a plain white nightgown. Brooke glared at it, then quickly walked into the bathroom, to go into Manda's room. Though as she walked through it, she looked at her reflection, her hair was pulled back into a pony, & someone had bandaged up the gash along her head. She pulled her hair from the pony, letting her still bloody, but unknotted hair fall to her shoulders.

She frowned at her reflection, then began to walk toward Manda's room again, until she heard Manda ask, "Where is Brooke?"

She was about to walk in, when she stopped suddenly, hearing a man's voice answer her, "Cheri….you mean Meg….& cher….she is sleeping…she has quite the bump on her head…nothing for you to worry about…..she's not important"

Brooke stood there, feeling a bit sad, then turned around, & quietly walked back into the blue room. When she got in there, she plopped down onto the bed, putting her face into the pillow, trying not to cry.