MY NAME IS LUCAS
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
This is an interlude to Tree Hill Dreams Season 1. Takes place in between ch 14 and the epilogue of "Independence Day Pt 2". I have storylines in mind for the first five seasons, so I guess you could say it's a miniseries, though I may do interludes for each season. Was inspired by the song "My Name is Luka" by Suzanne Vega and I have a variation of the song in here as an homage. I only own the plot.
Lucas Scott handed in his paper and then walked back to his desk, gathered up his things, and walked out the door behind some of the other students. His brother, Nathan, did the same. As he was heading out, Nathan noted a piece of paper that had fallen underneath Lucas' desk. Huh, he thought to himself. He bent down and picked it up.
My name is Lucas. But you don't know me.
I hide my face so you can't see.
Another day, another punch. They like to hit until I cry, and I don't dare ask why. But it's not the days that are so bad. The days I can take.
It's the nights that make me shake. It's the nights that make me tremble and quake. It's the nights that cause me to fear. For that is when he draws near.
My name is Lucas. But you don't know me.
You turn away so you don't have to see.
Another bruise, another scrape. But it's what's inside that causes me to ache. This thing called rape.
He makes me lie still, and takes off my shirt. What he does next makes me feel like dirt. I want to scream and cry. I ask myself 'Why?' 'Why me?' 'Why can't they see'? They like to hit until I cry, and I don't dare ask why. And when night falls and he comes again, I have no choice but to let him in. It's worse if I refuse, I'll just get more abuse. They take pleasure in my pain, and I sometimes wonder if I'll go insane.
My name is Lucas. But you don't know me.
I stop hiding my face. It makes no difference. Simply because…you don't care if you see.
"What the heck?" Nathan asked himself. Just then, Lucas came pushing through the crowd.
"What's this?" Nathan asked.
"Just a stupid poem. It wasn't part of the assignment," Lucas responded, taking the sheet of paper and stuffing it into his backpack.
"The assignment was to write about our earliest memories," Nathan reminded.
"It was just something I had to get off my chest. It wasn't meant to be read," Lucas explained.
"Okay," Nathan said.
"Come on. Let's get out of here," Lucas told him. They walked out of the classroom.