Part One

Chapter Four

He didn't know what she looked like, he didn't know if she would look like him or her. He didn't know where she was. He didn't know anything about her. He thought he knew her, but then again, he had only seen her in his dreams. Every day his thoughts were filled with her, both of them, two of the four important woman in his life. He had no idea where she was where or either of them were. He knew he loved them, he loved them both. No doubt about that. He wished he knew. He wished he knew where they were. He wanted to find them. He wanted to know where they were. He wanted to know where his daughter was, he wanted to know where the comet baby was.

The clock read four thirty-four in the morning, he had been up the whole night writing this book. He couldn't believe he wrote an entire book in one night. He remembered trying to go to bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. He just lay there thinking about his unborn child, his unborn daughter and Peyton. He wants so bad to know where they are. He still doesn't have a clue to where Peyton would go. He wants to go and find her, but he has no idea where he would start, she could have gone anywhere, which made it a whole lot harder to find her and also stressed him out more. If he couldn't find them, he just wants to know if they are okay. Too many things filled his head when he lay in his bed and let lead him to start writing. Writing till he couldn't stop, writing till he wrote the Comet Baby. A story for his daughter, the daughter he hoped to meet someday.

…

He hadn't been to school ever since Peyton left, almost a week ago. Haley had been bringing him his schoolwork and he would give it back to her to give to their teachers. He didn't feel like leaving the house anymore, he didn't have a reason to leave anymore. Everyone has tried to convince him to leave, but he can't bring himself to leave. He doesn't want so see the happiness outside when he has nothing to be happy about. He wonders around the house in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. Spending his time watching Lily, watching TV, keeping his mind away from thinking about them with little success. They were always in his mind, they never left. Lucas always found himself thinking about them, every single second of every single day. He wanted to have his girlfriend next to him, in his arms, while she carried their baby. He wanted to be there when their baby was born, he wanted to be there when his baby lived her first few moments in life. He wanted to be there for everything.

But he wouldn't… He wouldn't be there for any of it.

…

There was blood, lots of blood. He didn't know whose blood it was or why he was covered in it, he could feel the blood running down his arms, lots of blood. He could feel his hands trembling, he couldn't stop them. He yearned to know why he was covered in all this blood. And why he was soaking wet? It was too dark to tell where he was. He could voices, faint voices, He couldn't make out what anyone was saying. It sounded like two people talking, more like shouting.

Lucas! Lucas! He heard he couldn't respond. When he tried yelling to whoever was shouting, but he couldn't. He was too weak. He continued to grow weaker by the second. He couldn't move towards the voices because he didn't even know where he was. He continued to hear the voices, they were getting closer and he could finally make out the people calling his name.

Haley and Nathan, the two people who come check up on him during their lunch break at school, usually bringing him some lunch from Karen's. It must be lunch time Lucas thought to himself, but he still didn't understand why he couldn't call out to them, why he couldn't do anything. He could still feel the blood falling down his arms and his hands trembling.

The pounding on the door is what woke from his trance, again, he tried moving, but he couldn't he called out, this time, words came out of his mouth.

"Help," Lucas weakly says.

"Luke? Are you in there?" Nathan yells through the closed, locked door. "Luke! If you're in there you need to open the door!"

He can't. He can't move. He's stuck in place, in the dark with the feeling of blood running down his arms. He knew he was growing weaker and weaker by the second, he didn't know how or what or anything really. He was so confused and lost. He needed to know what was happening. It was a complete mystery to him. A complete mystery.

The door slammed open, crashing against the wall. Lucas looks towards the sound and

suddenly the lights flash on. Standing there is Nathan, he's looking past Lucas like he's not even there. Lucas could finally see the blood all over him, the blood was running down his arms. He found the source. Both his wrists were bleeding, both his wrists were cut. In a way Lucas knew it wasn't good, it wasn't good at all.

"Haley!" Nathan yells, causing Lucas to look up. "Call 911! Now! And tell them to hurry!"

Why was Nathan having Haley call 911? Did Nathan finally see Lucas and all the blood over him? Lucas thought, how could he be standing up like this if he was losing blood? Something wasn't right, something was terribly wrong. But it was still a complete mystery. Something unexplainable.

"Nathan," Lucas weakly says, trying to get Nathan's attention. "Can't you see me?"

Nathan doesn't say anything, he runs past Lucas further into the bathroom. Lucas turns around, his feet slowly somewhat working. His face goes pale, his eyes widen, his knees weaken. There sitting against the wall is… Him. It was himself, both his arms covered in blood, a blood covered razor laying nearby. No! No! He didn't! But the proof was in front of him, Lucas killed himself. How could he fall to that place? He watched as Nathan placed multiple towels on his body, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

"Nathan," Haley says, coming into the bathroom for the first time.

Haley stops when she sees Lucas' body, Lucas watches Haley's reaction. How could he do this to his best friend? He never wanted to see Haley with that look. Her pale face, the tears forming in his eyes. What had he done? He should have thought about what he was doing, but the thing is he didn't even remember killing himself.

"Haley!" Nathan yells. "Get out! Right now!"

Haley doesn't move. Lucas watches Haley as she is frozen with fear. Nathan makes sure the towels are tight around Lucas' wrist before moving to Haley and pushing her out of the room.

"Lucas!" Haley yells. "Nathan! I have to be with him, he's my best I have to make sure he's okay. He's my best friend. Nathan!"

…

He slipped out of consciousness, dropping the blade. The outside world slipping away. He felt as if he had no other way out. He had given up all hope. He had nothing left to live for so why live on. So he decided he wasn't going to continue to live life. So he ended it, he ended his own life.

"Lucas!" Nathan yells.

That's the last thing he heard before slipping away.