american_beauty99
There was something about the way he walked. Always looking behind him, as if something was coming. He was short and tense, wearing black glasses and a fedora. But something was wrong. Way wrong. He walked with purpose, moving his hands forcefully and silently screaming the words to what looked like a song. I should have thought he was crazy and immediately retreated back to my empty house. But I didn't. I couldn't make myself look away.
•in this fic, Brooke is trapped in the Youngblood Chronicles. It goes song by song as each chapter showing each scene from her unique perspective. Hope you like it!•