Chapter 4
'What I hated most when I was alone, was the silence. The overwelming silence. It was too quiet. It made me think too much, brought me back to a place I was desperate to escape from. But I could never escape what happened, it would forever haunt me. I think it was even slowly driving me insane.
After a few weeks, I dropped out of school. I couldn't handle anything anymore. I cut myself off from everyone, even Peyton - though she wouldn't give up on me.
She came to my house everyday, banging on the door, demanding for me to let her in. I ignored her everytime. Eventually, she got the hint and stopped coming. I think she finally realized that the Brooke everyone loved and adored was dead. All that was left was her shell.
Most days, I lay in bed and did nothing. I hardly ever closed my eyes, because every time I did, I was visited by the past. The past was laughing at me, taunting me each second of each day.
People say that you get over things like this, that the past eventually becomes just that, the past. I say that's a lie. The past will never stay there; it is always right behind you, sneaking up on you, always ready to cause you endless pain. No, the past is always just around the corner. You can't shake it.
I couldn't...'