Post by Jayden A. Pierce on Oct 27, 2006 11:47:56 GMT -5
If I could save you I would, but who would save me?
Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you, or someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to help us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.
Have you ever looked at a mirror and seen something other than your reflection? Ever moved your hand quickly just to see if you “supposed” reflection would slip up? I bet you have. Our minds have ways of getting the best of us sometimes, but can it all be blamed on the mind? Maybe deep down in a small crevice of our hearts we want there to be something wrong. We want to see someone else in the mirror, to know that the world we’ve known for so long is indeed much more. But what if you did see that slight twitch from the other side of the mirror, what would you do? Surely you wouldn’t embrace it with open arms, fear wouldn’t allow it. No, you’d probably find your voice caught in your throat preventing a scream as your chest tightens from the lack of air reaching your lungs. You’d probably feel your knees lock up, causing you to be frozen where you stand until that knock on the door brings you back to reality. It is then that you realize what you saw was merely a trick played upon you by your overactive imagination. It isn’t real...at least that’s what you tell yourself.
I, Lucas Scott, was once like you and maybe I still am, but I can’t be sure. If you once doubted everything you ever knew, slowly convincing yourself that it had all been a lie, than I am a lot like you. I tried to fool my own heart with a barrier of false emotion just to make everyone else see me as a normal person. But what is normal? Can it be defined thoroughly? Many have tried, but by trying to define normal, aren’t you stepping out on your own and in turn straying far away from normal?
There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment who will you be? Will you let down your defenses and find solace in someone unexpected? Will you reach out? Will you face your greatest fears bravely or move forward with faith? Or will you succumb to the darkness in your soul?
You’ve probably heard sometime in your life that Satan will not come to you as a red fleshed demon with horns and a spaded tail, but as a friend – well, as close as he can get to being friendly. Evil has a face and a name, Dan Scott – My father. Dan is not a man as most perceive him to be. No, he is a creature of the dark, one that flees at the slightest bit of light touches his skin. He killed my Uncle Keith because of a deep-seated jealousy he held in him since they were kids. I remember the day as if it happened yesterday. How could I forget it? It isn’t every day that a forgotten kid brings a gun to school with a plan to shed the blood of those who had forgotten him.
I remember looking at the barrel of the gun being pointed at me as I held Peyton’s unconscious figure in my arms. I couldn’t hear Jimmy as he spoke; my heart was pounding too loudly. Instead I read his lips and answered him accordingly. I was preparing myself to duck when the bullet was fired at me, even though I knew I wasn’t Superman. I took a deep breath and looked to my right. When Keith had gotten there was beyond me, but there he stood staring at me. Words didn’t need to be said, I knew what he was doing. He was becoming the superhero that I’d always seen him as, but at the moment it was the last thing I wanted him to be. I looked at Keith one last time and walked away to the safety of the outside world. I passed Peyton to the paramedics when the first gunshot was heard. I knew who had been shot, it was cliché but true. When the second shot was heard, my stomach dropped. I turned on my heels and tried to bolt back into the school, but the police held me back.
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way? When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
Tree Hill isn’t what it used to be. My kids aren’t the same as I was and in some ways I am deeply grateful, but in others I am deeply regretful. I am part of the destruction of Tree Hill, but then again, I’m not the only one? Nathan and Haley contributed. They ignored those who plotted against them and followed what they believed, in turning leading others to do the same. Brooke Davis showed the girls of Tree Hill that sex really paid in the end when she married her current husband Sam Matthews, the billionaire playboy who coincidentally moved to Tree Hill when rumors about him began to surface. Deb Scott contributed as well. She let everyone view her drug habits with magnifying glasses and in turn sent out the message that a pill can replace the happiness of a child. But Deb disappeared years ago, just after the birth of her fourth grandchild. Everyone of Tree Hill as taken part in the down hill spiral of the once beloved town. But some have taken a bigger chunk of the fault and I am one of them.
Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes…all you need is one.
Welcome to Tree Hill, home to the sweetest of lies.
Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you, or someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to help us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.
Have you ever looked at a mirror and seen something other than your reflection? Ever moved your hand quickly just to see if you “supposed” reflection would slip up? I bet you have. Our minds have ways of getting the best of us sometimes, but can it all be blamed on the mind? Maybe deep down in a small crevice of our hearts we want there to be something wrong. We want to see someone else in the mirror, to know that the world we’ve known for so long is indeed much more. But what if you did see that slight twitch from the other side of the mirror, what would you do? Surely you wouldn’t embrace it with open arms, fear wouldn’t allow it. No, you’d probably find your voice caught in your throat preventing a scream as your chest tightens from the lack of air reaching your lungs. You’d probably feel your knees lock up, causing you to be frozen where you stand until that knock on the door brings you back to reality. It is then that you realize what you saw was merely a trick played upon you by your overactive imagination. It isn’t real...at least that’s what you tell yourself.
I, Lucas Scott, was once like you and maybe I still am, but I can’t be sure. If you once doubted everything you ever knew, slowly convincing yourself that it had all been a lie, than I am a lot like you. I tried to fool my own heart with a barrier of false emotion just to make everyone else see me as a normal person. But what is normal? Can it be defined thoroughly? Many have tried, but by trying to define normal, aren’t you stepping out on your own and in turn straying far away from normal?
There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment who will you be? Will you let down your defenses and find solace in someone unexpected? Will you reach out? Will you face your greatest fears bravely or move forward with faith? Or will you succumb to the darkness in your soul?
You’ve probably heard sometime in your life that Satan will not come to you as a red fleshed demon with horns and a spaded tail, but as a friend – well, as close as he can get to being friendly. Evil has a face and a name, Dan Scott – My father. Dan is not a man as most perceive him to be. No, he is a creature of the dark, one that flees at the slightest bit of light touches his skin. He killed my Uncle Keith because of a deep-seated jealousy he held in him since they were kids. I remember the day as if it happened yesterday. How could I forget it? It isn’t every day that a forgotten kid brings a gun to school with a plan to shed the blood of those who had forgotten him.
I remember looking at the barrel of the gun being pointed at me as I held Peyton’s unconscious figure in my arms. I couldn’t hear Jimmy as he spoke; my heart was pounding too loudly. Instead I read his lips and answered him accordingly. I was preparing myself to duck when the bullet was fired at me, even though I knew I wasn’t Superman. I took a deep breath and looked to my right. When Keith had gotten there was beyond me, but there he stood staring at me. Words didn’t need to be said, I knew what he was doing. He was becoming the superhero that I’d always seen him as, but at the moment it was the last thing I wanted him to be. I looked at Keith one last time and walked away to the safety of the outside world. I passed Peyton to the paramedics when the first gunshot was heard. I knew who had been shot, it was cliché but true. When the second shot was heard, my stomach dropped. I turned on my heels and tried to bolt back into the school, but the police held me back.
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way? When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
Tree Hill isn’t what it used to be. My kids aren’t the same as I was and in some ways I am deeply grateful, but in others I am deeply regretful. I am part of the destruction of Tree Hill, but then again, I’m not the only one? Nathan and Haley contributed. They ignored those who plotted against them and followed what they believed, in turning leading others to do the same. Brooke Davis showed the girls of Tree Hill that sex really paid in the end when she married her current husband Sam Matthews, the billionaire playboy who coincidentally moved to Tree Hill when rumors about him began to surface. Deb Scott contributed as well. She let everyone view her drug habits with magnifying glasses and in turn sent out the message that a pill can replace the happiness of a child. But Deb disappeared years ago, just after the birth of her fourth grandchild. Everyone of Tree Hill as taken part in the down hill spiral of the once beloved town. But some have taken a bigger chunk of the fault and I am one of them.
Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes…all you need is one.
Welcome to Tree Hill, home to the sweetest of lies.
