My Time To Shine(A Paige Hyland Fanfic)

A/N: I know this is a Paige fanfic, but the whole story won't be in her POV. But mostly it will be. Happy Reading!

Paige's POV:

I wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks as they lower Brooke's casket into the ground. I grab Chloe's hand and squeeze so hard, I'm pretty sure I'm cutting off her circulation. The whole time the minister is talking, I can only think about one thing: how I could have prevented this. If I had gotten home a few minutes earlier, I could have stopped Brooke before she killed herself.

Flashback
"Brooke! I'm home!" I call as I open the front door. Hmm. That's weird. Brooke is usually home by now. "Brooke!" I call again. Still no answer. I throw my bag down and run upstairs. I fling open the door and scream at the horrible sight before me.

It's my beautiful sister Brooke, laying on the floor surrounded by pill bottles. I finally calm down enough to check her pulse. Nothing.
End Flashback

As the minister finishes talking, I hear a loud sob behind me. I turn, expecting it to be my mom. It's not. It's Abby. I'm not that surprised. No matter how awful Abby was to Brooke, she always loved her. I catch her eye, and she gives me a weak smile.

I return the smile and turn back around. The service is over, and everyone is starting to leave. Chloe lets go of my hand and says, "I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow." Then, she walks over to the minivan where Christi is waiting.

Before they drive off, I see Chloe wiping away tears of her own. The rest of the girls and their moms come over to talk about what a great girl Brooke was, how she had a huge impact on all of our lives, and so on.

We watch as they get into their cars and pull off, leaving the remainder of the Hyland family in the parking lot. My mom looks over her shoulder to where they buried Brooke, and she starts bawling. Josh and I have to help her to the car.

Once we're in the car, I try to go to sleep, but I can't. I just can't. So I stay awake for the 2 hour drive home. When we get home, the first thing I do is run up to the room I shared with Brooke and rip off my uncomfortable funeral clothes. Then, I pull on one of Brooke's old t-shirts and a pair of her old pajama pants.

I desperately sniff the fabric, trying to see if it still smells like her. It does. It smells like vanilla and honey, just like she always did. I sit down on the edge of my bed and think. I think of all the great times Brooke and I had, and for the first time today, I actually feel kind of... happy.

I crawl under the covers and turn off the light. I start to say, "Good night, Brooke," but then I remember she's gone. I cry myself to sleep, feeling more alone than ever.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! The next one will be longer! Comment and vote!