The bus looked as if a tornado came through it. I cant believe he lashed out like that. Is this just about Brookes pills? or something else too? He storms out of the bus, and were all left here, wondering what we should do. Out of no where, I hop off Brookes bunk, and run out the door. I have to find Michael and I have to figure this all out.
The first place I check is the building where were going to perform in only a few hours. Soon enough I find michael in the corner of our practice room, crying. His hands are on his head and he yells in anger. I rush over to him and try to calm him down. "Michael, what's wrong??" He looks at me, with wet, red eyes. "Brooke has to go home, Luke. She cant live like this anymore!" No.. she cant go home.. "Michael, everything will be okay." "She is depressed! She needs her pills. I have to protect her."
"I want to protect her too, Michael. I love her." I say. He sighs and says, "Luke this is what I was worried about. Remember when we were in town and I said I wanted to talk to you? Well lets talk now." Great, I can finally figure out Brooke Lynn's story. "Okay. I want to figure her out. What happened to cause all these problems that she has?" At first he hesitates, but then says, "It all started back when she was 15. She had an abusive boyfriend. Which caused her anxiety. He would beat her all the time, but she never told anyone." Michael tells me. My mouth is hanging open. Im shocked. "Wh- Why didnt she break up with him?" I ask him. "She felt that she diserved the pain. But, a couple months later, he got in a car crash, and died. This is what led to her depression. She didnt say one word for a whole year, after that. She just stopped talking, because she was so sad and depressed. We had to take her out of school, cause she couldnt even get out of bed anymore. She wanted to die, Luke. She attempted suicide a few times by overdosing on pills, but luckily we found her in time. She went to countless therapists, but none could figure her out since she didnt speak. She had her good days, where she would take her pills, but on other days, she wouldn't take them. We would find her sitting on her bedroom floor, having panic attacks. And some nights, she'd have these terrible nightmares where she wakes up screaming and crying. Usually about her abusive boyfriend."
Im speechless. I never knew all that about her. "Wow, you know so much about her.." I admit. "When did she start cutting?" I ask, curiously. His eyes shoot up at me, with his mouth hanging open. "What? What are you talking about, she doesnt cut!"
Shit. He doesn't know?
"Oh, I uh.. I thought you knew...?" He stands up immediately and looks at me as if I were crazy. "I-.. but... I never saw any cuts on her arms!" He says, almost as a question. "Go see for yourself."
