Laying on the floor staring at her reflection she can hardly recognize her reflection, there are blood splatters on the floor she wasn't sure if it was hers or if it was the guy that just robbed her she was to afraid to look.
She laid there frozen, unable to find her words, unable to speak. At this point she isn't sure if she is able to speak or if she is just simply too scared to.
As she continues to stare at her reflection into the mirror she remembers that her body only moments ago was just slammed into it like a hockey player that has been rammed into the boards.
Her beautiful store, what was left it anyway, was destroyed there was clothes everywhere. It looked like a 16-year-olds room that just had that getting ready for a first date look to it; or like her maids growing up told her "Miss Davis, your room looks like a tornado hit it."
She couldn't help but think her whole life feels like a tornado lately she has so many feeling and so many emotions with her Mom, and with her beautiful god-son, and watching her best friend have everything she ever wanted-
To her mom who just keeps taking from her and doesn't have a nurturing soul in her body, to Lucas. The sweet boy who broke her heart who has been so caring, and she just missed Baby Angie so much.
To this, what ever this is… As Brooke is laying there she realizes she's thinking all of this because she can't move. Is she paralyzed, is she even breathing. Her phone is ringing and she can barely hear it. The ringing sound keeps getting fainter, and she realizes the pain she did feel was slipping away, she realized she is slipping away.
The shadow that was standing over and she stared into the mirror she saw his shoes. Her father always told her you can tell a man by his shoes. These shoes didn't look like anyone that played any sort of sport, but they we were worn. Like someone who has only had one pair of shoes their entire adult life.
She really wanted to get up and look into his eyes, but she realized she couldn't she couldn't even move maybe it was because those worn white and gray sneakers just kicked her in the stomach again. She wanted to scream, but the shadow started to fade away and got further and further away.
She heard someone mutter "you stupid rich bitch you deserve this".
I laid there and the thoughts just kept spinning my phone was ringing like crazy, and I realize everything hurts in places and ways I never thought they could. I tried to get up I couldn't. I mean it's not that I was scared, I was terrified I actually couldn't get up, because I realize I can't catch my breath. Its getting harder and harder to breathe in the cool stale air in my shop, and there is blood, there is more blood then I can remember seeing. I mean there is more blood here then my miscarriage that I had in high school that no one knows about the time I told everyone I wasn't pregnant. Even Haley she doesn't know, no one knows…
I sat in that pool of blood and cried alone and now I'm laying in this pool of blood. I can't even reach my phone to call for help, I can't even scream for help, I realize now thats because my mouth is taped shut, and my feet are tied together, and my hands are bound together.
"Well at least I am laying in sparkly blood, I guess thats something"
Hard to believe that was my last thought before I had an out of body experience. Which is what I think is happening now because I am starring at sparkly blood, with the moon and street lights reflecting the sparkles like the tacky disco ball that is out in the middle of the dance floor at Tric.
I remember when I went to see Lucas in the hospital after his heart attack. I might have been mad at him, but I will always love that boy after all he was the father of my soon-to-be un-born child. I held his hand and he woke up…
He thinks he woke up holding Peyton's hand, thats because that is what he remembers, but he actually woke up to me first I saw his steel blue eyes, they weren't very bright but they were beautiful. Even then, when I was so un-believably mad. He opened his eyes and I couldn't help but tell him I loved him, I didn't though, he wasn't mine anymore.
I couldn't fight for him anymore, when I had to fight for life that was growing inside of me
I still remember it like yesterday…
"Br—ooke, your here. My Pretty girl that will never love me like I love her."
" I never want to live in a world where you aren't my pretty girl anymore. I had a dream and I was with Keith, and you were so mad at me because I didn't save Peyton. - But I died and you were so angry, you were so hurt and you and Keith Cried black tears, and I think someone killed my Uncle Keith and but it wasn't Keith.-
I just smiled as he rambled on, it was like drunk Lucas from our first "date" except this was my Ex boyfriend that just had a heart attack and lied to all of us about having a fucking heart condition, the boy that kissed my best friend "Again"
The Boy that said he loved me and again proved to me he doesn't -
"Luke - Don't do that you can't do that to us, I mean me. You can't scare us like that. We need you - I am going to call Peyton and go get your Mom."
I kissed him on the head "I will always love you."
Then that was the end of my little trip down memory lane. Alright so here I am standing here outside my body I see my nosy neighbours looking in my window, I hear sirens, but where is my out of body experience, where is my Uncle Keith. Where is my spirit animal, or guardian angel. Is this is it, is this the end….
Is this where Brooke Penelope Davis dies, in a pool of her own sparkly blood and feathers? Is this it…
Damn it, why is is that as I'm dying I am just thinking of Lucas. Where is my Knight and Shinning Armour? Out of body experience Brooke, or rather me, walks over to the ringing phone, she sees that it is Lucas calling her
"Luke Help Me."