Hey everyone.

Here is Chapter 13

Sorry it took sooo long. I've been really busy with moving and everything.

I hope this was worth the wait.

Chapter 13: I don't understand

Haley's P.O.V

"Well it's about time you woke up." said a voice to my left.

I turned and saw a familiar figure kneeling beside me. The realization of my surroundings and this person hit me hard and I suddeny felt panic build inside me. I reached down and felt my stomach for any wounds but found nothing. There was no blood or bullet. It was like everything had been a terrible nightmare.

"Brian what are you doing here?" I asked confused, "I don't understand. I was shot."

"You were." said Brian, "And so was I."

I shook my head in disbelief. I had tried so hard to get him and the other students out of the school. I saw him get free, I knew I did. How could he have gotten shot? It didn't make sense. Brian was okay. This person was just trying to mess with my mind. He had to be fine.

"You're lying!" I yelled.

All he did was smile and shake his head. I watched as he slowly got up and stretched out his hand to me. I wasn't sure if I should grab his hand or not so I just starred at him

"Come on Mrs. James Scott we don't have a lot of time and there is s much that you need to see; that you need to know. We don't have time to waste." informed Brian patiently.

I slowly and cautiously grabbed onto onto his hand and let him help me up. I dusted myself off and looked around once more. The library was just as it had been that morning. It was silent and untouched. This couldn't be real.

"Tell me what's going on!" I demanded, "What do you mean we don't have lot of time? A lot of time for what?"

Brian merely turned around and walked towards the library doors.

"What do you want from me!" I yelled becoming increasingly frustrated with what was going on.

"I want you to understand." said Brian simply.

With that he left the library and left me standing there. I didn't understand what was going on. I mean if he was dead than so was I, right? The last thing I remembered was Benji pointing the gun at me and Sam. The metallic odor of blood still stung my noise. Addison and Brian's body's laid on the floor. So he was dead. It wasn't just my mind playing games on me.

So many thoughts were running through my mind but the thought that was the strongest was telling me to follow. So I did. I slowly put one foot before the other and walked towards the library doors. I pushed the heavy doors open and was blinded by a bright white light. I quickly used my arm to shield my face.

"Look." said a voice that I knew Belonged to Brian.

I put my hand down and looked around. At first I searched for Brian but he was nowhere to be found. Then I began to focus on my surroundings. I was in the school. Students were rushing by and heading towards their classes. It was as if the tragedy of the shooting never happened but I knew in my heart that it had because a large gaping whole still remained.

Suddenly something caught my attention. A small boy was standing by his locker; practically hiding. The emotions on his face were so unsettling that I felt my stomach begin to churn. He looked angry and his eyes seemed so empty as though any thread of hope and happiness was no longer existent. I tried hard to make out the name of this familiar student and suddenly it hit me. It was Benji. He looked a few years younger than he was today. He couldn't be any older than fourteen.

"This was where it started." said Brian from behind me.

I didn't look back. My focus was on Benji. As I watched him another student walked up to him and shoved him making him fall to the ground.

"HEY!" I yelled out of instinct but nothing changed.

Kids just stood around and starred. I tried yelling out again but no one could hear me. I could only watch as Benji slowly stood up and starred at the boy who had pushed him.

"Is that all you got?" asked Benji forcefully.

The boy who was wearing a Tree Hill Varsity jacket smiled. I knew what was coming.

Before I could blink the boy punched Benji in the stomach and elbowed him on the back. Again he fell to the floor but this time more injured. He spat blood onto the floor beside him. I wanted him to stay on the floor. How crazy was that? I knew that if he stayed down then the jock would probably just walk away satisfied. That was usually how it went. The bully did his damage, admired his work, spat a warning for the student to keep quiet, and walked away. It was sad and I had on many occasions brought it up to the principle with no avail. Sports were big in Tree Hill and no one wanted to risk benching the star players.

"Why can't they hear me?" I demanded angrily.

"You weren't sent here to intervene. Just understand." explained Brian simply.

"But I don't understand." I replied defeated.

What did this event have to do with me getting back to my family who needed me. All of a sudden I remembered something. My baby. I put my hands to my stomach but felt nothing. I turned away from Benji and looked at Brian.

"Is my baby okay?" I asked; practically begged.

Brian didn't answer right away. He just looked at me questioningly. It was almost as though he didn't know I was pregnant. Almost. His expression changed. I couldn't quite really understand what he was thinking and quite frankly I didn't care. I just wanted an answer. Now.

"Tell me!"

"I'm sorry Haley but I cannot tell you anything yet. My answer is not a yes or a no but in time, soon, you are going to understand all of this."

But I didn't understand. In fact I was getting more and more confused as each minute passed. Nothing was making any sense. I just needed to get home and soon. My family needed me.

"Turn around." ordered Brian.

I did as he said and watched as the scene changed from the high school to a cemetery. My heart caught in my throat as I saw a funeral taking place. At first the people standing around the casket looked like strangers but as my eyes adjusted to the scene I realized that these were not strangers at all. These were my loved one. Nathan stood tall next to Jamie with his hand on his shoulder. Jamie was crying and I wanted to reach out and pull him into my arms but I knew that I couldn't. They couldn't see or hear me.

Peyton and Lucas were standing close by as they both held onto Sawyer who was crying and trying to break free from their hold. The little girl was yelling for me not to leave. Or at least that was what I was thinking. Brooke and Julian were sitting in chairs. Brooke buried her face in Julian's chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. Sam was nowhere around and I felt my stomach drop.

"Go closer." urged Brian.

Slowly I walked over and joined my family. The priest was reading out scripture and praying for god to allow someone into heaven. I assumed this someone was me.

I looked from face to face and my heart broke even more. This was my family and they were hurting like I had never seen before. I all but forced myself to look at this casket. It was black with wooden handles and it carried a deathly feeling with it.

As the casket lowered into the ground the headstone became visible and I held back sobs as I read the name aloud.

Samantha Davis

Sam's P.O.V

I'm starting to remember things and its really scaring me. I don't know whats real and what isn't anymore. I'm afraid to sleep because I think that someone is going to come for me with a gun. I keep picturing a boy in my head. He is my age and I feel like I know him but I can't remember a name. He is the one with the gun. The one that shot me and Aunt Haley. The weird thing is though that when I see him in my head I can't help but feel sorry for him. I don't understand it.

Aunt Haley is still in the hospital and I'm worried about her. I've gone to see her everyday and when I'm there I just hold her hand and beg for her to wake up but she doesn't and I'm scared that she won't. Me and mom haven't talked much since my last outburst a week ago. I don't know what to say to her. I'm angry with her but I'm not supposed to be. Supposedly me and moms relationship has gotten a lot better over the past year but I just could not remember that.

Now we were in the car, sitting in silence, on the way to the first of many memorials that were going to be held at the school stadium. I leaned my head against the window and just became lost in my own thoughts.

"Are you okay?" asked Mom making me come back to reality.

"Yeah." I said simply and waited for the car to fall back into the silence I had become so used to over the past few days.

Then I felt her hand slowly grab onto mine. I didn't argue or crack at her. I just turned to her and smiled a little. She returned the smile quickly and put her attention back onto the road.

As we pulled up to the school my heart started to pump faster and faster. I was getting reay nervous. I could see the giant crowd in the distance. There were flowers and pictures all over the place. Families huddled together and held each other as they broke down. The shock still hadn't set in for some people as they just stood around and stared. I didn't know yet how I was going to react because I wasn't sure if I would remember the classmates that had passed away during the shooting.

Addy was supposed to come today too. That was one person that I was glad that I remembered. She came over every single day and even stood over some nights when we were both having a lot of trouble. Her and her sister had been taken away from her mother and were currently staying with her dad which wasn't that much better. Mom had said that she was going to try and get the courts to give her custody of Addison and her sister.

"Are you ready?" asked Mom.

We had been sitting there for about five minutes and neither of us had made any effort to move a muscle. I just shrugged in response to Moms question and once again the car became quiet.

I let out the breath that I had been holding and opened the car door. I slowly got out and closed the door behind me. Mom locked the car and walked over to my side. She held onto my hand and we started to walk towards the school.

"You are going to be okay. If it gets to be too much I want you to tell me and we will leave okay." explained Mom

"Okay." I said simply.

As we got closer the feeling in my stomach was becoming more and more unbearable. I looked up onto one of the makeshift stages and saw the principle standing there with two officers beside him. Security in Tree Hill had gone through the roof since the shooting the I now knew had definitely happened. That was one thing that I couldn't deny. It had happened. I had the scars to prove it. Both physical and emotional.

"Hello student, families , teachers, and friends. I wish that we were all coming together for anything other than this tragedy. It has been two weeks since a group of students and a teacher turned the lives of everyone in this town upside down. Two weeks since so many innocent students and teachers lost their lives and two weeks since any shred of safety and security in this wonderful school was destroyed. We are here today to remember the 30 lives that were taken too early and to pray for the 15 lives still hanging in the balance. I would like to thank you for coming out today." stated the principle.

Some people clapped and other held back the tears that they knew were going to fall no matter what they did to try and stop it. I spotted Addison amongst the crowd. She was wearing her cast that was supposed to be removed in another six weeks. Her sister Lori was by her side. Mom and I slowly walked over to them.

"Hey." said Addy as she noticed me and mom approaching.

"Hey." I said sadly.

"So how about you and me go get something to eat Lori?" asked Mom.

Lori nodded and gave Addison a questioning look as if she was seeing if she would be okay without her.

"It's okay. Me and Sam will be fine. If we need you guys then I will call. Promise." said Addison with a small smile.

Addy and I watched as Brooke and Lori walked away. When they were out of sight she sighed and turned to me. I could tell that this was hurting her just as much as it was hurting me. The whole shooting had messed us all up. I didn't know if the school would ever be the same again. Well I knew it wouldn't. How could we possibly feel safe after we had seen so many people die right before our eyes.

"Let's do this." urged Addison sadly.

She grabbed onto my hand and we began to walk around. Even without all of my memory I could still recognize a lot of my classmates from their photos. Small flashes of memories passed through my head with each picture. I could remember smiles and odd habits that I couldn't help but think that I would miss. A heavy feeling of sadness suddenly washed over me as we passed a photo of a small freshman girl.

"C'mon Sam don't beat yourself up. You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped you know that." said Addison.

"I know it's just he seemed so...I don't know. I just have a bed feeling." I said.

"About what?"

"Him."

All of a sudden we heard a loud popping noise from the classroom beside us. Me and Addison covered our ears. A second after there was silence. Me, Addy, and a couple students just stood there confused and a little frightened. One of the freshman decided to see what was going on and went towards the door. As soon as she got by the door there was another loud, POP!

Out of instinct I tried to pull the girl out of the way of whatever was flying at her. She fell on me knock me to the floor. Everyone looked on in horror as she began to bleed from her abdomen. She had been shot. She looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared just as much as I was. I held her hand not knowing how to react.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard people yelling all around me.

I watched as the girls' eyes slowly closed and her head shifted away from me. I didn't know what to do. I was in shock.

I sank to the ground as I began to remember the teen that was only a few years younger than me. I had watched her life slip away from her right in front of my eyes. I had held her in my arms.

Tears slowly streamed down my cheeks as the memory became stronger. I felt someone someone hand on my shoulder and knew it was Addison but I didn't move. All I could think about was the girl and her family. I couldn't even imagine what they were feeling. She had been so young and they had lost her.

"It's okay Sam." said Addison on the verge of tears as well.

Without thinking I wrapped my arms around Addy and broke down. She held me close and began to break down as well.

"I don't understand." I cried.

"Neither do I Sam. Neither do I." cried Addison as she held onto me tighter.

I knew that she remembered the girl to because she couldn't keep her eyes on the photo. It pained her too much because she had seen what I had. It was then that we both had realized the realness of what had happened. It felt more real to me now and all I wanted more than anything was to forget again. I just wanted the pain to stop. I needed it to stop.

There you go

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