17Seeing Behind the Façade
Chapter one
Pain
By Brooke Davis
I feel like I am broken
My heart, filled with ache
To no one I have spoken
The smile I wear is fake
The walls go up around my heart
Never more will I let anyone in
From the rest of the world I am apart
For fear of my heart getting broken again
Coping with agony every single day,
Trust, security and loyalty are all gone,
No love is within me, only dismay,
From this place I have withdrawn,
From everyone's lives I will be forgotten,
My soul in the ground has become rotten.
As Lucas read this his eyes became blurry and he could feel a tear run down his face and hit the poem he had just read. Haley had given it to him and said, "She needs you."
He couldn't understand how this could've happened. He knew he hurt Brooke in the worst possible way before, but he told her during Haley and Nathan's wedding that the kiss he shared with Peyton didn't mean anything. Her response was, "Lucas, a kiss always means something."
He knew she was very upset with him, but at school she seemed okay. He could see that she was frightened and scared of what would happen if she let anyone inside her walls again. She seemed to be at least sort of happy . . .who was he kidding she was miserable.
He told Peyton to not talk to him anymore and after a while she got the picture. Haley had been informing him on Brooke's "situation." She said, "Brooke, isn't herself. She doesn't leave her bed unless she is going to school, she doesn't go to cheer leading practice anymore, she doesn't eat, Lucas, I am really worried. Also, I've noticed that she has been wearing "baggy" clothes, not wearing makeup and not showering. Lucas I think you need to go talk to her, please."
After reading the poem she wrote, he knew she was dealing with a lot of demons right now. So he decided to drive to Brooke's house. It was about 10 minutes away, but at the speed he was going he got there in five.
He pounded on the door and yelled, "Brooke! Brooke, please open the door, I need to talk to you. I need you to talk to me please!"
He didn't hear anything. He walked around back to wear her room was and tried to look in the windows. Her lights were off and her curtains were closed. He could hear some sort of music and as he listened closer it was "It Ends Tonight" by the All American Rejects. He swore in between the lyrics he could hear whimpers, but then after a minute or two they stopped.
This is when he decided some was seriously wrong. One, Brooke never listened to that stuff. She listened to Danity Kane, the Pussy Cat Dolls and Paris Hilton. Even though the song was not as deep as some of the songs Lucas listened too, he knew it just wasn't right for Brooke. Two, he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He only got that feeling when he was about to witness or find out about something bad that happened.
That was all he needed to know to be worried for Brooke's safety. He ran through the bushes and her front yard, up the stairs on her front porch and kicked the door open. He ran up the stairs, the music getting louder and louder. He went over to Brooke's bedroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Brooke never locks her door," he thought to himself. He again kicked down another door in her house, but was horrified to see what was in the bathroom.
Brooke was slumped against the bathroom wall, an opened bottle of anti-depressants were spilled across the floor, none were left, and also blood was spilling onto the tiles from her wrists staining the once perfectly white tile. He grabbed her arm seeing the two straight cuts in her wrists. "She had done this too herself. SHE TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE!" he was lost in his thoughts when all of a sudden her heard a groan.
"Luc Lucas go away," she said almost in a whisper. Her face was deathly pale and her hands were cold.
"Brooke, I am so sorry I wasn't hear for you and I didn't help you when you needed me the most," he said while cradling her against his chest, "I need you here with me, I-I love you Pretty Girls, more than anything or anyone. I can't loose you." He whispered into her hair while tears were streaming down his face.
He called 9-1-1, but it seemed like they had taken forever to finally reach Brooke's house. They came into her house with a stretcher and placed her on it, while hooking her up to all different kinds of machines. Lucas just sat in her bathroom unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed. He couldn't believe he had driven her this far, he would never be able to forgive himself.