Okay well, I watched "Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly." and I was suddenly hit with all this inspiration I had to write it down. It kind of turned into this, and I'm pretty much proud of this. I'll still be working on "I Wish To Remember" this is just a side-project. I hope my readers are reading this, cause I believe they will love it... I hope.

Summary: It took one day. I spent two hours as a hostage and eight minutes in that hallway. And everything changed. Future-Fic. Jamie Angst

Dear Diary,

My name is James Lucas Scott. I am sixteen years old and I attend Tree Hill high school. Eleven years ago I was five. I'd wear my red cape everywhere pretended I could be free and fly just like Superman. I'd never worry. I'd leave that to my parents. I only worried if I had to.

Unfortunatley, in a place like Tree Hill there is a lot to worry about. Eleven days ago, Quentin Fields was shot. He is one of my best friends. Atleast, he use to be. He died that night.

Brandon Audrey Fields is my best friend, and Quentin's little brother. I was the one who had to tell him. I was the one who saw it happen. I was the one who let it happen. Brandon Audrey Fields is my best friend, at least, he use to be.

Isabella Brooke Scott is my little sister. She is eleven. She is a talented young girl, with a bright future ahead of her. She has many talents but only wants to be like her mother – a singer. She has sandy blonde hair like myself, and hazel eyes like her mother. To Bella, I'm her protector. Atleast, I use to be.

Kayla Haley Davis-Scott is my little cousin. She is five months younger than me. She has long brunette hair with deep blue eyes, just like her father. Kayla is my family. Atleast, she use to be.

Jayden James is my other little cousin. He is five years old and looks just like his mother, Taylor James. I never really see them because they are always on the move. Jayden James loves me like a brother. Atleast, he use to.

Nathan Royal Scott is my father, and one of my heroes. Eleven years ago, he was in a bar fight and lost the use of his legs. He got them back but it wasn't a pretty sight. He turned to alcohol to feel, and shut himself out from the world. He likes to tell me that he changed for me and Haley. My father talks to me. Atleast, he use to.

Haley James Scott is a beautiful woman with right intentions. She loved nearly eveyone she met and was always there for you when you needed it. Haley was a singer but put her family infront of her dream. She is my mother. She is my hero. She is the one person in the world I could talk to about anything. Atleast, she use to be.

Up until eleven days ago, we all would go to school, work, rivercourt. Anywhere we wanted, worry-free. It's amazing how many things can change in eleven days. It's amazing how much you can change in eleven days.

Up until eleven days, I had two best friends, two cousins, a uncle, two aunts, a sister, a father and a mother.

I had everything, and now I have nothing. Just a basketball and a court with a river beside it.

I know I could change from this to what I was eleven days ago. But right now I don't want to. Because eleven days ago, I let two people die.

I don't deserve to be that person ever again.

"Jamie, stay on the ground." Haley said to her son who was kneeling next to his coach, holding down his gunshot wound with his jacket. Haley stood up off the floor hesitantly and walked towards to door. Everyone in the room gasped at her actions, except for Jamie.

"Mom!" He shouted in a hushed whisper. "Don't you dare open that door."

Haley lifted her index finger to her lips. "I'm just checking, Jamie. No danger."

He stood himself. "No mom, your not. I will."

"No!" Haley almost shouted.

Jamie pushed past his mother towards the door. "No danger, right?" The corner of his mouth lifted into a small cheeky grin. Haley sighed and sat down next to Quentin, holding Jamie's jacket on the wound.

Everyone is the room was silent, watching Jamie be brave and strong, just for them. Everybody loved Jamie, he was a loveable guy. Some people wanted to be him and some people wanted to be with him. Jamie just wanted to be brave, so his mother wouldn't have to. He knew what he could be facing once he opened that door, and he was scared to death.

Jamie looked around the room at all the scared faces, including Kayla's. She had tears streaming down her face mouthing words to him. He shot her a reassuring smile and grabbed a nearby baseball bat. He made his way towards the door and opened it slowly, walking out slowly. He could peoples whispers as he left the room.

Once fully outside, he looked to one side of the hallway. Clear. He turned his heels to the otherside and stopped and stared.

Then came the gunshot.

Jamie shot up in his bed, panting heavily with beads of sweat making their ways down his face. He looked around his room, only to see the band posters and basketball awards and anything else you would find in a teenage boys room. No guns.

He sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, rubbing his red eyes. He cried himself to sleep that night, just like every night for the past dozen or so. On his bedside table sat a photo of him in his ravens basketball uniform with a teenage girl in a ravens cheerleading uniform. He eyed this photo for a while, before slamming it down.

He looked himself in the mirror in his room, and he hated what he saw. He wanted to go back to who he use to be, not this person. Even though they looked exactly alike.

"Just talk to him Nathan!" They would always fight in the morning. They would always fight in the night too. They wouldn't fight eleven days ago. He sighed and put on his grey hoodie and baggy jeans. "Nathan!"

"I dont want to, okay!?" His father screams back. Jamie made his way down the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

"He is your son!"

"Not anymore he isn't." Jamie didn't bother not interupting their fight. He strode into the kitchen and they both looked at him wide-eyed. Jamie didn't make eye-contact, he just took his avitor glasses from the bar of the kitchen and shoved them on his head. Then, he looked at his mother. Haley looked as though she just finished crying, just like every other morning. He turned his head to look at his father, who had shame in his eyes. He immediantly looked away.

"I'm going to school." He muttered, taking a apple from the fruit bowl. Nathan muttered something under his breath, unable for Jamie to hear. Jamie nodded goodbye to his mother. "See you there then."

He walked away but could still hear their conversation.

"He needs his father, Nathan."

"Just like I need my brother."

Jamie looked over his shoulder and eyed the empty seat behind him. He sighed, when was she finnaly going to come back to school? Even if she wouldn't talk to him, he wanted to know she was alright atleast. He was in spanish class, just doodling along his workbook. The teachers have been told to let him be for a little while, and while he doesn't know that just about everyone else does.

Brandon was two seats behind him, when he looked back towards him Brandon stared at him. He had his headphones in his ears with his arms crossed around him. He had hatred in his eyes, just like almost everyone else had when they looked at him. He understood why they did but some didn't. To them, Jamie did everything he could do but others say he didn't do enough. Jamie thought of himself as one of the other people.

The bell rang and Brandon sprung to his feet, grabbing his books and pushing past people. Jamie watched him go and sighed. All he wanted was his best friend back...

He could hear the screams in the room from the gunshot and turned his head towards the door. Kayla was already in the doorway. She had her hand on her heart and immediantly embraced Jamie.

"Thank god your okay." She cried into his shoulder. Jamie acted as though she wasn't there and looked at the shooter. Kayla soon noticed his actions and looked towards the attacker too. She froze.

Jamie looked at his baseball bat and noticed the bullet hole lodged in the top of it. He gulped. "Good aim, hey Jamie?"

"What are you doing Mathew?"

Mathew twirled the handgun around his finger. "Just shooting."

"You shot Quentin!"

Mathew shrugged. "He was a bitch anyway. But I wasn't aiming for him."

"Who were you aiming for, Matt?" Kayla asked slowly.

Mathew grinned, showing off his teeth. "Mrs HJS of course." Jamie immediantly lunged for him but Kayla held back his elbow, and Mathew held up the weapon. "Your mom failed me. My dreams are vanished now." Jamie was fuming. Mathew was trying to shoot his mother?

"You can't shoot all of these people for one grade Mathew!" Kayla shouted close to tears.

"Maybe your right." He pointed his gun towards Jamie. "Maybe just one then."

"Jamie?" Jamie looked up from his untouched lunch, looking towards his one friend left.

"Hi Lily." He muttered looking back down to his food and poking his fork with it. Lily sighed and sat down next to him.

"You got to talk to someone." She said taking his drink. Lily was always there for him, and was the one person who didn't leave him. "Maybe Kayla."

"Kayla doesn't want to talk to me." He said quickly.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone. Just you like. How am I the only Scott who isn't broody?"

"You don't have Dan in your blood."

"Dan wasn't broody, Dan was a evil bitch."

"I'm that too."

"Jamie!" She grunted. "His death wasn't your fault you know."

Jamie shot up and took his tray of food. "I got to leave now." Lily sighed and watch him leave once again.