Date: 8-11-2027
Sawyer's Point of view
Here I sit in the hospital waiting room burying myself in my grief. I am crying over the loss of my sister and best friend, Lucky Haley Scott. Earlier in the day, Lucky had
been involved in a school shooting at One Tree Hill , a gunshot to the heart took her out of the world and she never gave me the time of day. Meanwhile, on the other
part of the country, I was adjusting my life to being a college freshman at Harvard. I received a very heartbreaking phone call from my mom during History Class. Mom
told me that Lucky had been involved in a school shooting and she was admitted into the hospital. Within a heartbeat, I took the first plane out of Boston to One Tree
Hill after History Class was over. Anxious, my stomach was in knots during the whole entire plane ride. When I arrived in Tree Hill, my dad greeted me with an embrace
and my soul weighed heavy in his arms. In silence, we made our way to the hospital where we reunited with my mom and other family members. Unbreakable, silence
is now killing me in the present time as I sit here in the hospital waiting room. My lips find it hard to form words that will describe how I feel, therefore I stay confined
to my thoughts. Among all people in the world, Lily brings out the worst in me. Lily claims to be my aunt, but she doesn't look old enough to be my aunt. Lily is around
my age so I just call her my cousin. "Thank God, the retard is finally dead. The world is be much better without Lucky" Lily whispers as she sits down in a chair beside
me. Reopening old wounds, she is asking and begging for a beat down, a butt whipping. Since Lucky's murderer is dead as the result of suicide, I pour out all of my
anger on Lily. "Lily, what the hell?" standing up, I confront Lily on behalf of Lucky. I hate Lily because she doesn't have any sympathy for my now deceased sister who
had Down's Syndrome. "Dude, what is your problem?" offended, Lily shouts back at me as she pushes me down on the floor. Still angry, I then get back on my feet and
punch Lily in the face. "Bitch, you are my problem" hysterical, I yell repeatedly punching and kicking her until the point of bloodshed. Skylar, Lydia and Jamie remain in
their seats out of fear that they may be punished if they joined in the fight. It takes the strength of my dad, Uncle Nathan and Grandpa Andy to break Lily and me
apart. I am bleeding so much that I am almost unrecognizable and yet noone comes to my defense. The five more maturer women in my life including my own mother
stares at me in disbelief and sadness. I am overcome with so much guilt that I have the need to break away from them before they can crucify me. Crying, I run out of
the building into the dark coldhearted world where I continue to travel down a path of self destruction. My pretty face is all over the place, but I still refuse to allow
anyone to take away my breathing space. I am running away from everything that is holding me back from reaching the sky, its sort of like a self liberation. I hit a few
road blocks meaning speeding cars in the street and yet I still remain unharmed. In the end, the material things of this world don't really matter. All roads lead to Rome
meaning my house in which will be my resting place forever.
