Peyton's point of view: Breakups. Breakups equal heartbreak. Heartbreak equals heartache. Heartache equals pain. Pain equals.....depression. That's where I was at now. Depression. I loved Kate. Loved her. I understood why she broke up with me I mean da*n we were far away from each other and it isn't a healthy relationship if you don't see each other but still. It's been three days since Kate broke up with me and I still read that message: Peyton I'm sorry but I can't keep doing this anymore. I do love you but this is just really hard to keep this up. You'll always have my heart. I just think we need to break up for a while I'm so sorry Peyton. -love Kate Everytime I read that message I cried. I never cry. Never. But having Kate break up with me was difficult to get past. I didn't talk to my parents or my brother or sister. I didn't talk to anyone but Logan and Keeley. I started drinking a lot more and getting in trouble a lot more. In two days I got arrested 3 times for stupid stuff that I would normally never do but then again I've never had my heart truly broken. It was now Tuesday morning and I didn't want to go to school. I was starting to fail all my classes because I just didn't care anymore. What was the point of it if I didn't have Kate anymore? I got ready for school quickly and without a word to my parents of my brother and sister I walked out the door and drove to school. I sat in my car for about 10 minutes and finally opened my glove compartment and took out some cigarettes and a lighter. I had also started smoking a lot. I just didn't care anymore. I smoked 3 cigarettes by the time Logan got there and said,"Dude put the da*n cigarettes down. You're gonna fu*king kill yourself." I put them down but the thought of death stayed in my mind. Would it really be so bad if I died?
Garrett's point of view: I hated seeing Peyton like this. He got all depressed and moody since Kate broke up with him. He didn't talk to me or Brianna like he used to. He was just...quiet all the time. All he did was just play his guitar and shut everyone out. That is until he gets his stupid a*s arrested for doing some stupid a*s Sh*t with Logan. I swear Logan is gonna be the death of him if he doesn't realize it soon. I got to school with Brianna and saw Peyton smoking. Mom and dad don't know that he smokes and drinks and if they did they would probably take his phone and car away but honestly I don't think he would care. He probably wouldn't care if someone had a knife on him. He would probably just beg them to kill him. I hated that Kate had broken up with him but I understood and now it was my turn to protect my older brother instead of him protecting me. This is gonna be exhausting.
Peyton's point of view: Death. Death was worth a shot right? If you were dead you didn't have to worry about Sh*t. I contemplated killing myself the whole and day and how I would come about doing it but I kept coming up with questions like: well what about Kate? What if Kate wants to get back together? My thoughts of Kate kept me from killing myself even though being without her made me want to kill myself. Now instead of killing myself I'll just play my guitar and drink and smoke my pain away. I left school as soon as it was over and headed home. I got up to my room and shut the door and grabbed my guitar. My guitar made me feel safe now. It eased my pain until it was barely noticeable to me. I started playing and singing Chris Daughtry's song Start of Something Good: You never know when you're gonna meet someone And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone You're just walking around and suddenly Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone You find out it's all been wrong And all my scars don't seem to matter anymore Cause they led me here to you I know that its gonna take sometime I've got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind This might end up like it should And I'm gonna say what I need to say And hope to god that it don't scare you away Don't wanna be misunderstood But I'm starting to believe that this could be the start of something good I looked up and saw my brother standing there,"What the mother fu*king h*ll are you doing?" He shook his head and came in,"It amazes me how only that guitar can get you through anything." I nodded because well it was true,"Yeah well it helps me forget about Kate." He was quiet and finally said,"Come on let's go play some basketball." I nodded and wiped my guitar down and put it up gently and followed him outside to the basketball court. We played for 3 hours and it actually kept my mind off of the breakup. Maybe I can get through this.