AU- The bold are lyrics. I'm so sorry this took me so long, i just didn't know how i wanted to start it, but i think after this chapter things will start coming to me, if you have any ideas please help me out lol. Thank you for still tuning in!! )

I don't know own anything. The song used is by Rise Against It is called "The Unraveling", which just happens to be the name of that cd also, it's a good song check it out ;) "Reception Fades" which is also by the one and only Rise Against 3

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She couldn't sleep, don't ask her why because she wouldn't be able to give you an answer. She didn't feel like sleeping. After the six hour conversation with her dad about life, she just couldn't dream of even sleeping. She didn't feel tired, too many things were going through her head. She sat down and wrote, wrote ever random thought that was going through her head at that second. Some of them didn't make any sense, but to her they did. They had a meaning, they were powerful, they were just her words. Some of her art was this way also, it was something only she could understand. Sometimes she did when she was upset, scared, worried or even happy. She just did it, she did it to let out her emotion. She could careless if people couldn't understand it or not, she did and that's what matters. Her opinion matter to her, she didn't care to hear theirs or anybody else's. She had hers. She didn't no why she was writing tonight, instead of her usual drawing, but today she felt like she needed a change. Something new.

She glanced over at the clock, the blinking red numbers said it was five thirty one a.m. She groaned. "Why am I still up?" she thought to herself.

Tonight, she just wasn't going to pass out. She kept writing random words on her piece of paper. She quietly got up, and placed her "The Unraveling" of course it was a Rise Against cd. As the lyrics came through the speakers, she sang, sang the song with all of her strength. She needed this, she need to release everything she was feeling, and Rise Against did that for her. Their lyrics could just relate, with every song that they have, they have helped her in some form of way and she loved that. That was the reason she loved them so much.

"It is, in the end, whatever the Hell I want it to be,
And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole,
This wide, straight through the worlds own idea of itself.
They're throwing bottles at your house.
Come on, lets go break their arms."

Music was what she needed to release herself from everything that was haunting her at the moment. It felt like every emotion was just coming up at random. There is this sadness, that is always there with her. She can't help it. Some of the reason was because she missed her mom. The other could be because of her father, or maybe that she felt like she would never have what her dad and mom had before she died. She would never find that love. That longing love, that lasts forever. Knowing that this one person is going to be there for you through anything and everything. To have somebody there when all your dreams come true, that type of thing.

"You talk about the way things were,
But I can't hear what you're saying.
A time when life was not this hard,
Blessed by the innocence."

She thought about her dad and his drinking, it hurts her to see him like this, she can't even think of a time where he has been truly happy since her mother passed. It was and still is horrible, you can tell he was hurting. Sometimes she wished he would open up to her, but sadly she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Yes, he did talk to her when he was drunk, but that was only the same talk over and over again, and sometimes it just gets damn right annoying. "Peyton, I don't know what to do anymore, work is hard, I miss your mother I'm at the end of my rope and there is nothing I can do about it" Yet, there was something he could do about it, he could learn to do something that he loved to do or do sometime productive with his time that he had off and stop drinking. But no that was too much for him, he wouldn't know how to handle that. So instead he drinks away his pain. She could understand where he did it to a point, but sometime's you just have to go on with life, move on, don't forget about your past, but learn how to life with things. You can't change your past, sometimes she wished she could. Go back to that some moment, when everything changed. Go back to the day her mother died, and not have yelled at her for not being able to read her that bedtime story because she had to go to work. Go back to that moment when Jake had kissed her, so it wouldn't have happened and she wouldn't be here hating on every man that she saw.

"Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread,
Of something already dead?"

"Are things ever going to get better?" She wrote on the peice of paper. It was her thoughts, she needed to know that everything was going to be okay. She needed to hear it from somebody, anybody. She wished she had talked more to Keith more tonight. She knew that he would have said something along the lines of "I know you're going to okay Peyton, just rememeber that everything happens for a reason, and you can't change how things go. We all make our choices, and whatever path that leads us on, this the path that we are meant to be on" She smiled, thinking about that made her feel better. She knew he would have said that to her, he knew her well. He always knew what to say to make her feel better, he knew her father's drinking bothered her and had tried to talk to him about it but nothing could change Larry.

"I'm not your reason to stand up straight,
Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised.
Stepping back, I hesitate.
I can't let myself be taken."

The sun was coming up, she could see the rays of light starting to shine through her window, she yawned. She could hear the birds starting to wake up, chripping of course. "Time for bed" she said to herself well quickly poshing her paper on the floor and curling herself up into her blankets and fell asleep.

"You can't change your mind, expect me to care.
You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to be there.
Can't just change your mind.

The reception fades, the signals breaking up.
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything,
Live your life today."

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She woke up to the sun beaming through her window, she looked at the clock it was 4 p.m. She yawned, and quickly got up, turned up her cd that was on earlier today and began to sing, sing as loud as her lungs would let her.

"And all these things that we tie together,
keep unraveling apart,
and the light that used to burn so bright,
now is dark,
with anger-laced intent we set fire,
to the bridges that remain,
and they're wading through the current now."

She knew she had slept her day away, but for some odd reason she was okay with that. She didn't have to deal with being lonely all day, she had just slept it away. She went over to her dresser and began to get dressed, will banging head of course. She pulls out every shirt in her dresser and begins to search for the one she wanted. The green one to be exact, that was the one. It was nothing special, just a dark green tank top.

"And they drown in the flood of the tears,
that have been wept,
and i scream to the sky,
"no, you are not alone...""

She pulled a pair of jeans from the draw and headed for the mirror and placed them on. She looked at herself and groaned. She was lossing to much weight, it's not that she had tried to loss weight, she was already a skinny twig but sadly this sleeping habbit she really only ate little things hear and there. She knew that her life style at the moment wasn't heathly but she couldn't help it anymore. She just didn't feel hungry, but when she did she did eat. It's not like she was anorxic or anything, she didn't feel hungry anymore. She reached in her makeup bag and pulled out her eyeliner and her mascara. She put it on carefully, making sure not to mess up. She liked to put on makeup, even if she wasn't going to go anywhere, she for the sake of making her feel beautiful.

"If you think that your words will ever make a difference,
think again and carry on,
because the weight behind the hand that holds us is strong,
but there is hope in the roar of a thousand pleading cries,
and all these things that we tie together"

She stood back, and looked at herself. She placed her hair in a messy bun, and began singing again. She suddenly realised she hadn't brushed her teeth, or even went to the bathroom yet. She quickly headed to her door, opened it and fell into someone.

"As they drown in the flood of the tears,
that have been wept,
and their tongues being bitten,
is all that I can hear,
as I scream to the sky,
"I need you now..."

"Oh sorry..Dad," she said well picking herself up off the man. "Sorry to say to you darling, but i'm not your dad," he said well he let out a chuckle. She knew that laugh, it was him. Her face became red. "Oh sorry, Lucas..I didn't know you were here?" she said well looking up to see his face. "Hey, its all good Peyt, Ya i was downstairs, looking for my dad, but he isn't here" he replied to her giving her a smile. Realising that they were still standing outside her bedroom and she still needed to go to the bathroom really badly to tried to excuse herself from the situation. She began to walk, and so did Lucas. It seemed they were going in the same direction, the same place, the bathroom. "Bathroom?" he asked. "Ya, but you can go first since i know you have been drinking," she laughed. "Oh okay, thank you," he replied well walking into the bathroom. After about a minute he returns from the bathroom, letting Peyton use it.

"Can you feel this truth now unraveling?
or will you chase the burning sun,
into the sea."

She made her way down the stairs and saw Lucas sitting at her kitchen table. "Hey Buddy!" she said well looking at him. "Eh, Buddy," he replied, well she took a sit across from him. "So where's my dad?" she asked questionly. "I don't know, i hope you don't mind that i am here, i was hoping that they would be here" he replied. "Oh no its okay, you can wait if you want too," she said. "Oh okay, that sounds good," he replied well sipping his beer. "So was that Rise Against i was hearing playing upstairs?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yes, it was, i love them"

"So i do, they deffinately rock"

"Yes that they do, so how have you been doing?" she asked him.

"Actually, things haven't been well lately. Well, as you can tell Brooke, just really isn't like me at all. Writing as been okay, better since i moved up here. I know Brooke and i have been together for a while, but it still doesn't mean that you work together, you know? We just aren't compatible anymore. All we do is fight," he replied.

"Well, that's not good at all, have you tried talking to her about these things that bother you?"

"All the time, but of course she doesn't listen, all she does is yell"

"Aww, that isn't good at all"

They continued talked for two hours, about life, Brooke, work and how they were both doing. It seemed to be going very well. Their dad's came in together, of course and shortly after that they were playing golf and Peyton made her way back to her room to sleep.

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AU: Okay so i know i ended it really strangely there will be another chapter up soon i promise, please review let me know what you think, or what you would like to see happen, i can't promise i will go with them but it will deffinately be put as an idea ) Thanks for reading!!