Your Mistake Killed My Soul
Rating: T for content
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no One Tree Hill character, though I do own all OC's (in the chapter it's Kendall Ramon Scott) and yeah…but if you know where to buy James Lafferty tell me…. just kidding!
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Your Mistake Killed My Soul
Chapter Five: The Inevitable Stages of Grief
Losing someone you love can completely change your state of mind. It's like you go from being a perfectly normal human being to a completely numb state where nothing seems to faze you except the fact that you're alone. For Brooke, this feeling wasn't realized until the moment she walked through her apartment door that night after coming home from Karen's house. Her tiny two-bedroom home was pitch black and dripping with eeriness. Brooke gasped, half expecting Kendall to pop out from her bedroom door. But she didn't, which left Brooke somewhat puzzled.
There are stages a person goes through after someone dies and the first stage is denial. Considering that Kendall had just past barely a week ago, Brooke was still trying to comprehend the fact that her daughter wasn't ever coming home. It seemed inconceivable that the little girl she had once cared for and loved more than anything in the world truly wasn't ever going to come home.
Reluctantly, Brooke stepped through the front door into the empty home. It no longer felt as cozy as it once had. Suddenly, it seemed cold and barren. Without Kendall, Brooke's life seemed cold and barren.
Walking through the mini hallway that led to the bathroom, Brooke passed the doorway that once led to her little girl's room. She paused in front of her door for a mere second, analyzing the paneling of the white paint. Oh god…
She opened the door before she could stop herself. It had been a nearly a week since she'd stepped through it. Her nose was greeted with the scent of Kendall—a mix of incense and rose pedals. Brooke had almost forgotten that scent.
Stepping into the bulk of the room, she found that Kendall had left her little night-light on before she left for Andrew's house…before she committed…
Tears overwhelmed Brooke's body as she fell onto the tiny bed that lay before her. A pile of clean laundry lay folded on the edge. Kendall obviously hadn't put it away yet. Reaching for one of the t-shirts in the pile, Brooke held it to her face as the tears poured out of her like a cloud with rain. As bad as it was in the end, Kendall was a great young woman, full of potential and ambition…if only she'd lived…
Lucas sat on the edge of his old bed, two pictures in his hands. One of a little girl he barely knew and the other of a baby who he had known so well. Lucas was torn as to how he should be feeling at this very moment. It seemed as though he had failed both girls…
A knock from his door shook him. "Come in," he said quickly.
The door creaked open, revealing a sleepy looking Andrew, his pale face looked so sad, especially his two eyes. They reeked of sadness and morose.
"Hey, buddy," Luke, sighed, patting the spot on his bed beside him. "What's up?"
Andrew didn't move from his stance by the door. "I didn't come here to play brother with you," Andrew spat. "I wanted to tell you that I couldn't sleep—" tears rimmed his eyes, "because the thought of how you ruined such a great girl kills me. I hope you know that your mistake not only killed her heart—it killed her soul too."
Andrew turned and left, leaving Lucas shaken by his comment. Deep down inside Lucas knew he had turned into a version of his father—an exact replica of his father. Yet, he knew he had a piece of Keith with him….
A.N: I know this chapter was really crappy, but I just wanted to throw in a little moment for Brooke and a bit of reflection for Lucas. I really only had about ten minutes to write this little bit, so bear with me. I'll get y'all a good chapter hopefully by Sunday or Monday.
I know Brooke should be a lot more depressed, but you all also have to realize that she did just lose her daughter a few days prior. She's still trying to comprehend the fact that her daughter won't be coming home. I promise you though; she will have a tough time ahead for her…Thanks y'all!