Who: Brooke Davis, Elle Bishop, OPEN What: Wandering around the park alone, searching for an ally. Where: The park, all alone When: Late morning, early afternoon. Rating: A twelve, maybe Status: Incomplete
Brooke stumbled in her bleary eyed nature."God my head..." she moaned, the blaring sunshine trying to burn out her corneas. She had such a huge goddamn hangover, drinking her way through the pain of being alone again. Peyton had either left without her or disappeared or had been killed and dumped in a ditch by some L.A. psychopath. It was terrible, the scenarios that went through her head at six thousand billion miles per hour that she couldn't stand the nightmares anymore and just drank until she forgot her own name. Brooke Davis needed to get her life back on track and find a friend, someone who could help her set up with a job or something. Anything to get money at this point would be good as her credit card was maxed out and she was just a high school cheerleader. Thank god for hostels taking her in for the night otherwise she'd be forced to sleep on the street. Brooke curled her jacket around her body tighter and stretched her legs, fresh air would maybe give her an idea.
The green grass was damp and decaying beneath her feet, rotting away. It was still beautiful. But Brooke had nothing now. No friends, no money, no job, no life. It would be so easy to move on but this had her gut in a twist. No qualifications and no protection meant fear. Brooke Davis did not like being afraid. Lost in her own world of thoughts, Brooke bumped into some girl, the wind knocked out of her, "Oh christ, sorry! I'm a grade A moron."