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    Going Home – (Chapter: Message number 15 was a heartbreaker!)

    Mommy dearest, oh joy!

    It’s all the same thing, really. Brooke needs to make an appearance here, Brooke needs to go smile pretty for the camera and sell herself to a magazine reporter. Brooke needs to go make sure the models know how to dress themselves.

    Brooke Davis is a lifestyle now, not an actual person anymore. She’s a clothes line and a party girl and a face plastered on a magazine. She’s what every girl wants to be as well as what every girl wants to wear. She’s the American Dream of beauty and success.

    At least that’s what Victoria says.

    Sometimes I think that’s true though, Brooke Davis is nothing more than an illusion. She’s a memory of someone that used to exist, that used to have some power and say in her own life.

    Now I’m just an image, a dress up doll for mother to play with. I sometimes wonder when I lost myself so completely, but deep down I know the answer. I know exactly when I lost myself, why I lost myself and most importantly, because of who I lost myself.

    And as if the universe could actually read my mind, a voice I haven’t heard in months suddenly fill my apartment.

    ‘Brooke, hey, it’s Haley. Look, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, because maybe it would be better if she tells you this herself, but…she…God, this is harder than I thought it would be. Brooke, he asked her to marry him and…and she said yes. I’m sorry, Brooke. I just thought I’d warn you. Call me, okay? Please call me and we can talk about it.’

    I can hear music in the background as well as loud, happy voices and I can almost imagine Haley standing there, surrounded by those people with a worried frown on her face. I can hear the hesitation in the soft sigh before her voice filters through again.

    ‘I’m here for you, Brooke. So just…call.’

    Message number 15 broke my heart. Well, what was left of it anyway.

    She’s getting married.

    Peyton Sawyer is getting married and I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Actually…Oh crap!

    By the time my knees hit the bathroom floor I’m sweaty and shivering, my body convulsing as I gratefully grab hold of the toilet bowl and vomit. I don’t know if it’s because of the booze or the shock or just the simple fact that the intense pain that shot through my chest was just too much for my body to handle, but I throw up like a kid that had a hotdog before going on a rollercoaster.

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    1. crazyy.. lol my ex got me into one tree hill n woah lol we were always like ‘i wonder what it would be like if they were lesbians…hmm lol I like it though… I wasn’t expecting it being that this is a south of nowhere fanfic site.. but yeah awsome :)

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