Chapter 10!! It's amazing that I already have 10 chapters!

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Flowers are used for many things. They can be used for good luck, for getting well, for love, and for just enjoying their natural beauty. But there is one thing flowers do that no one wishes for. They show respect to those who have passed.

Like Keith Scott.

People always blame themselves for the death of someone they love. There was no exception from Keith's death. Lucas blamed himself, Haley blamed herself, Brooke blamed herself, and even Karen blamed herself. But Nathan knew who's fault it was. There were two.

First was Dan Scott. He had hired the man in the first place to kill the people Nathan cared about. He also let Keith go into the house, even though it was dangerous.

The second was Nathan Scott himself. He blamed himself, because it all started with him. If he hadn't tried to get away from his father, the shooters would never been hired. And if Nathan hadn't have been trapped in the house, Keith would never have gone in there.

And now, Nathan couldn't stop thinking he had caused his uncle's death. All he wanted to do was sit alone in his house, the house Keith had died in.

And that's what he did.

Nathan lay down on his bed, alone. He held a rose in his hand. Not a red rose, but a pink one. They were called Hybrid tea roses and they meant "I'll remember you always." It was the rose that had been blooming everywhere around Keith's grave. All he could do was stare at that flower, the memories of everything running through his head.

And seeing his whole life, in just thirty seconds, Nathan felt worse. He hadn't gotten to know his uncle well enough because of Dan. He loved Keith, of course. He just wished he had more time with him.

Nathan looked over at his phone, which was now vibrating on his bedside table. He stared at the phone, reading the name over and over again.

Haley.

He kept reading the name and finally picked it up.

"Hello?"

Haley's voice on the other end sounded relieved, "Nathan, your okay! I've been worried about-"

"Stop calling me." He cut her off, then hung up before she said another word.

He felt bad for blowing her off, but he just couldn't find the courage to talk to her. He knew that if they started a conversation then he would have to explain what was going on with him.

That was too much to have to explain to Haley.

The phone vibrated again and he stared at the name.

Haley.

Nathan grabbed his cell phone and threw it at one of the walls as hard as he could, smashing it into pieces. He let out a sigh, trying to calm himself, but he still felt angry. He decided to go into the bathroom to cool down. Nathan put his face in the sink, splashing the cold water in his face. He wiped his face clean then looked up in the mirror.

Nathan jumped back, seeing the face in the mirror. It wasn't his face he saw, but it was the hard, angry face of his father. Nathan's dream replayed in his head, and then his father's words echoed.

'You're just like me.'

"No!" Nathan yelled, punching the face in the mirror. But it wasn't good enough, he could still see the face. He punched the mirror another time, and then another, and before he knew it the mirror was completely destroyed. He walked out of the bathroom and there it was, another mirror portraying him as Dan.

He grabbed the baseball from his room and swung at the mirror. By the time he was done, everything that showed a reflection had been smashed by his bat.

It was then that he realized the blood rushing down his arm. He quickly ran to the kitchen, turning on the water to rinse his hand. But instead of water, the liquid was red. He turned off the tap, but the blood kept running. He panicked, trying anything to get the blood to stop running. Nathan hit the tap, but it broke off and the blood-water started spraying in the air.

Nathan collapsed on the floor, letting the red water rain over him. And lying there, panicked and afraid, Nathan realized something.

He was going crazy.

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"Hit me."

Lucas grabbed the shot glass and gulped it down.

Keith was dead, and it was all his fault. If he was stronger he could have protected Brooke and stopped Keith. Keith would still be alive.

His mom was sad, sad and angry. He couldn't be around her. It had been a week and a half without his uncle, and Karen seemed like she was dead.

"Hit me."

The girl at the bar gave him a weird look, but slid another shot glass down to him. He drank it quickly and sat there for awhile, staring at the empty shot glass.

Then he looked at his hand, where he held a pink rose. His mother had chosen it, for its meaning was "I'll remember you always." What was it called again? Lucas couldn't remember. His head hurt too much, which made it hard for him to think clearly.

"Hit me."

Lucas had trouble catching this one, but he managed to stop it. He drank this one down slowly and looked back at the flower. The flower that had covered the earth on the day of Keith Scott's funeral.

He drank again, but this time he couldn't get down to the bottom. The liquor suddenly became nauseating and Lucas didn't feel well. He leaned over to the side and threw up.

"I think you should go."

Lucas looked up at the girl serving drinks and managed a smile.

"Ya, you're right." He agreed and rushed to get out the door. When he was on the street he called a cab.

It came quickly, since Tree Hill wasn't a very big town.

"Where to?"

Lucas gave the address, but was surprised it wasn't his own. The house was the one that Keith Scott had died in. It was Nathan's house. Lucas knew he couldn't go home in his current state, and Nathan would take care of him. But one thing Lucas knew for sure.

He was definitely drunk.

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When Lucas walked in the door, he saw glass and water everywhere. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was so drunk he was seeing things.

"Nathan." His words were obviously slurred.

He walked to Nathan's room, where he saw Nathan sitting on his bed. He was playing with something metal in between his hands.

"Nathan?" At the sound of Lucas, Nathan dropped what he had in his hand and kicked it under the bed.

Lucas fell down on the bed and looked over at the smashed pieces of Nathan's cell phone.

"Dude, what did you do to your phone?" He asked drunkly.

"Lucas? Are you drunk?"

Lucas laughed, "Yep."

Nathan rolled his eyes and grabbed Lucas by the arm, pulling him off the bed. He dragged him to the kitchen and went into the fridge.

"What's up with your sink?" Lucas asked, pointing to the water spraying everywhere.

Nathan ignored him and pulled out the milk. He went over to the counter and poured the milk into a cup, as well as a brown liquid.

Lucas's face scrunched up, "What is that?"

"Its coffee, it will help." He slid the cup over the counter to him and sighed, "I can't believe your drunk."

Lucas laughed again, "ya."

Nathan made a face when he realized that Lucas had a puke stain on the front of his shirt.

"Let me get you a new shirt." He said and walked out of the room.

Lucas just stared at the coffee in the mug and sighed. He took a huge gulp of the coffee and smiled, it felt a lot better than alcohol. It made his whole body warm, and his arm relaxed. He looked over at his arm, why was it so relaxed? It seemed almost…numb?

That's when the pain started. It felt like his heart was pumping too fast. He clutched at his chest, trying to make it stop, but it just got worse.

"N-Nathan!" He called out, his voice hoarse.

He fell out of his chair to the ground and landed in a heap on the floor.

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He was gone for a minute, that was it, a minute. Nathan had just gone into the other room to get Lucas a new shirt.

"N-Nathan!"

Nathan turned around instantly, Lucas's voice was hoarse and rough.

Something was wrong.

He ran back into the kitchen just in time to see Lucas hit the ground hard. He ran to his brother's aid, not sure what was going on.

"Lucas! Lucas, what's wrong?"

Lucas tried to speak, but he was gasping for air, holding his chest tightly. Nathan put his hand on Lucas's chest and felt his heart beating.

"Hang on, Luke."

He ran to the phone, calling the ambulance.

"Nate.."

He ran back to Lucas and sat beside him, still panicking. Lucas was having a heart attack, and there was nothing Nathan could do.

"Nat-" Lucas's voice was cut off when his breathing stopped.

Nathan immediately hit down on Lucas's chest repeatedly.

"No, man. You can't leave me!" Nathan yelled, his eyes watering.

He watched his friend – no, his brother – was lying on the ground dying. But Nathan wasn't giving up on him. He took a deep breathe, knowing this was going to be awkward later. It was worth it if Nathan could save his brother.

"It's a standard medical procedure." He told himself. "And this is my brother."

He made a face as he bent over his brother's body, getting ready to give him mouth-to-mouth.

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Chapter 10 done!! Sounds like a weird ending, but there is absolutely no gayness involved.