Cutting You out of Me

BRUCAS 2007:Hey guys I no I haven't updated for months but my computer was broken then I just forgot sorry but here's the new chapter I hope you guys like it:

Brooke awoke the next day by the sound of the birds tweeting outside she quikly noticed that the space beside her was empty and began to panic remembering what happened the night before. Lucas suddenly emerged from the bathroom and realised what was wrong he made his way over to the bed and wrapped his arms around Brooke noticing that she flinched slightly at his touch.

"Hey it's ok you don't have to panic I was just in the bathroom I woudn't leave you I promise" he said and pulled her tight.

"argh" she said. He quikly let her go not wanting to hurt her. She suddenly stood up and he noticed the bruises on her arms. Feeling his eyes staring at her like daggers she tried to change the subject.

"thanks for staying with me last night luke"

"anything for you pretty girl" she smiled at the use of his nickname for her.

He got up and walked over to her, just then from the light coming through the window she saw something that frightened her and backed away

"Brooke what's the matter"

"What that on your face….."

"oh I uhh must have cut myself shaving" he replied

At that moment Lucas's cell phone started ringing

"Hello….yeh ok…I'll be there soon…bye!

"that was my mom she wants me home now shes angry because I stayed out all night so I've got to go but I want you to come because im not leaving you on your own not after last night"

Brooke still trying to register Lucas' answer to the cut on his face didn't answer

"hello Brooke"

"What oh right no I want you to leave Lucas I want to be on my own but don't worry I'll call you or Peyton if I need you"

"if your sure"

"yes I am I'll be fine don't worry"

"ok I'll call you later" he walked over and kissed her forehead then left

Once he had gone Brooke ran and locked the door then broke down she didn't know what to do al of a sudden she felt an awful wave of nausea rush over to her she ran to the bathroom and vomited her stomach contents. After vomiting for about half an hour she was still crying and she still felt dirty even though she had showered the night before she turned on the shower and started scrubbing her skin until it was red raw. Out of the corner of her eye something glistened in the sunlight it seemed to be calling to her she reached over and picked it up it made sense unlike anything else that had happened to her in the last 24 hours she slowly dragged the sharp razor blade across the smooth skin of her tender wrist and watched the pure red liquid pour out of the gaping slice in her arm. Staring at the blood she broke down unable to handle her feelings she lay on the bathroom floor sobbing until she eventually fell asleep exhausted.

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