The Jetset Life Is Going To Kill You
Brooke's Brook
The young girl watched the water trickle over the rocks. It wasn’t particularly fascinating, but she needed something to distract her. After everything that had happened recently, she just needed some time to herself, but, judging by the reflecting she could see in the water, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
“I thought I’d find you here,” the woman sighed, “Brooke’s brook.” The girl did not reply, instead she merely brushed her dark brown hair from in front of her eyes. The woman sighed again. “Brooke, it would help if you talked about what happened -”
“No.” the brunette stated.
“Brooke-”
“For God’s sake Mom, I said no!” The young girl cried, as she stood up and stormed off. She hated when people told her that she had to talk about it. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to relive it; talking about it would solve nothing. And as the brunette ran, the tears began to fall.
“It’s my fault…” she sobbed, “All my fault it happened…”
“I thought I’d find you here,” the woman sighed, “Brooke’s brook.” The girl did not reply, instead she merely brushed her dark brown hair from in front of her eyes. The woman sighed again. “Brooke, it would help if you talked about what happened -”
“No.” the brunette stated.
“Brooke-”
“For God’s sake Mom, I said no!” The young girl cried, as she stood up and stormed off. She hated when people told her that she had to talk about it. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to relive it; talking about it would solve nothing. And as the brunette ran, the tears began to fall.
“It’s my fault…” she sobbed, “All my fault it happened…”
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This is a very brief introduction to the story - and I mean brief!