Summery: What if it was Lucas that got shot instead of Peyton? Leyton
Only One
Chapter 1
"Just another High School Drama"
It all started with a gunshot, you always here about high school shootings on the news, but you never think it could happen to your school. But what if it did happen to your school, do you know who'd be the shooter; do you know who'd be the victim? Do you know who'd die and who'd live? Would it be the jocks or the geeks? Would it be the Cheerleaders or just a regular person you passed in the hallway?
Lucas went down hard, the books flew from his hands scattering across the floor. He yelled out in pain. He had just shut his locker and was heading to first period, when the sound hit his ears and less then a second later the pain sending him to the ground on top on the freshly shattered glass. All the students went into a panic, abandoning their open lockers, dropping their book. They ran in every direction. Some ran to class rooms, others for the nearest exit out of the school. There was a distinct ringing in his ears and all the people hustling around him were blurred. The ringing grew louder drowning out the screams and running feet. It took Lucas a full minute for his brain to comprehend what the ringing was. Pain.
The same kind of agonizing pain he felt when in that car accident with Keith. The students were gone now. Had anyone even noticed him here on the ground? Why hadn't anyone helped him? It hurt. He suddenly became aware, aware of a presence, aware of footsteps. Someone was coming this way. Breathing heavily he rolled to his side squeezing his eyes shut when feeling the glass from the door push it's way into his skin. With much effort and as quietly as he could somehow managed to sit up and begin to drag him toward the nearest door. The glass cut into his hands with every movement. He would do anything to avoid whoever it was coming towards him. The gunman was coming back, apparently to finish the job he started
Peyton sat alone in the girl's bathroom. She had barricaded herself in the stall farthest away form the door. She still felt vulnerable. Any second a person could waltz in here with a gun and kill her, and she had nothing to protect herself with. She'd feel a lot safer if she was in one of those classrooms that had a lock on the door. She'd feel better if someone else was in here with her, even if she didn't know who they were.
That awful sound she heard was a gunshot; there was nothing else in the entire world that could possibly sound worse than a gunshot echoing in a high school's walls. Though Peyton had only heard one shot she knew this was something she'd tell he grandchildren about one day. If she made it out of this school alive that is
"The worst and scariest day of my entire life." Yes that's how the story would always start out. Peyton wasn't sure how long she had sat there in that stall thinking of all possible outcomes. All the ways the shooter would come in the girl's bathroom and kill her. All the news reports about the dark day of Tree Hill High school shooting. She finally decided that that may be what the news said but Peyton Sawyer was not going to be on that death list, and just because one shot went off doesn't mean someone got killed right? Maybe no one even go hurt at all. It was a two-way street everyone could be fine, but it could easily go the other way. There could be a body somewhere in those hallways. All she knew is that Peyton Sawyer was most definitely not going on any death list. At least she hoped so.
She pried her shaking hands away from hugging her knees, and as quietly as she could she pulled herself to her feet fearing that the smallest sound would cause someone to burst into the room pointing a finger at her and yell "Aha! I found you!", like they were just waiting for her to make a noise. She made her way to the door, her heart thudding against her chest. She had to steady her hand so it could grab the doorknob. She wanted to pull the door open and start running and never look back, but her fear wouldn't let her. She retracted her hand like the doorknob was poison to the touch.
She pulled out her cell phone dialing the first number that came to mind. Lucas, he always knew what to do.
One ring.
She wondered where Lucas was when it happened.
Two rings.
Was he even in the school?
Three rings.
Did he see the gun go off?
four rings
Was this all just a drill to show them what could happen if they were not prepared?
No, she knew better. This was real.
Peyton pulled the phone away form her ear. Where was that echoing coming from? She put her ear to the door. It was ringing. She put the phone back to her ear. They both happened at the same time. Was it possible that Lucas was right outside in the hallway? Peyton bit her lip and turned the doorknob pushing it open. The thumping of her heart was so loud she was sure that if Lucas was standing out there he'd be able to hear it. She stepped out looking both ways down the hallway. Nothing. There was no one. Books, papers, and Backpacks littered the ground. Peyton hesitantly fallowed the ringing it brought her to a stop staring at the ground. She moved a couple books and found Lucas's cell phone sitting on the ground still ringing with her name and picture on the display.
Tears came to her eyes cradling the phone in her hand. Lucas was no where to be found. Peyton could feel herself shivering looking to the shattered glass door, and a trail of blood leading from where Lucas's phone had been lying.
To be continued . . .