A/N: This was incredible hard for me to write, but I managed to do it and it's longer than some of my chapters which can be a plus. So, I hope you enjoy it.

It all started with a gun shot by a kid who was teased.

There was chaos everywhere in the high school. Books and papers were left forgotten. Students running outside of the building and things just get worse.

Seven students left in the tutor center with the gunman.

Marcus, Haley, Nathan, Rachel, Mouth, Abby and Skillz.

Jimmy Edwards, the gunman is Mouth's best friend or at least he was until Mouth got popular.

When the gun went off Peyton was the one that ran out of the building towards Lucas who was getting off of the bus with his brother Nathan. Peyton's words ringed in Lucas's head.

"I lost Brooke, Lucas, I'm sorry."

Nathan had said Haley was in the tutor center and Lucas needed to find the mother of his child. So, they both went inside.

All of this happened within first period.

It's now third period and law enforcement are gathered around the school. Students are waiting in the off campus gym for parents to show up.

Karen and Keith were waiting with Peyton.

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"What's your plan man?" Nathan asks as he brings Haley closer to him. "What's the point in all of this?"

Jimmy points the gun in Nathan's direction causing Nathan to flinch. The room was divided with duct tape.

"Maybe there is no point!"

"You're screwed Edwards," Marcus says as he sits back against the wall. "You shot up a school. There's no help for you."

"Shut up Marcus," Skillz yells towards him.

"He decides to bring a gun into the school and you tell me to shut up. Yeah, that's rich," Marcus scoffs.

"You're not like this Jimmy, why are you doing this?" Haley cries out.

"I used to like you Haley, but then you sold out into popularity."

"Popularity, that's what this is all about?" Rachel questions. "Popularity sucks Jimmy, but you have to fight it."

Jimmy rolls his eyes and holds the gun tighter.

"And what would you know about it Miss Popularity, you're right up there with the other cheerleaders and jocks."

"I never used to be. Believe it or not, I am where you are without the gun and holding students hostage. I was an outsider."

"I don't believe it."

"I lost my baby," Rachel admits. Everyone in the room looked towards her. "I was never popular at my old school. I had a boyfriend and I had sex. Then I got pregnant and I had my baby. He died a few months before I came here. So, don't stand there and preach about being unpopular because I used to be one of them. I never did what you did, that just makes you stand out more."

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Brooke carefully leans against the bookcase. Her leg was bleeding and she was tired, extremely tired.

"Brooke, baby, you have to stay with me okay?"

"I can't Luke, I'm tired."

"I know, but you've got to stay awake. Think of Sophia, Brooke, think of our daughter."

Brooke moves her injured leg and winces.

"It's not glass is it?" Brooke asks softly.

"No, it's a bullet."

"Lucas, I need you to take care of Sophia for me, make sure she knows her mother."

Tears fall from Lucas's eyes.

"Don't talk like that Brooke; you're not going to die. You will get out of here and you'll see our daughter again."

Brooke rests her head on Lucas's shoulder.

"I hope so."

"I'm going to try and get you out of here."

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"Where's Sophia?" Peyton asks as she sits down next to a very pregnant Karen.

"With our neighbor, Keith is worried about me though. I am having twins and I'm due any day now."

Peyton grabs Karen's hand.

"Lucas and Brooke are going to be okay, I have to believe that."

"There's still a chance that something happens and I hate that it comes into my mind."

"I was walking with Brooke and we saw Jimmy raise his gun. He looked scared. I just don't understand it."

"Nobody can," Keith says as he sits down next to his wife. "Dan said that they are going by the book and that means we have to wait. I would go inside, but I'm afraid that I won't make it out."

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"I'm not lying for him. He pointed a gun to my head and threatened to kill me. I hope they fry his ass," Marcus says in truth.

"Hey what's wrong with you? He's just a kid. We're all just kids and we just have this life and the things you say and do we feel that. How can you have so much hate in your heart? How can you act like it doesn't matter? It does matter. What happened to us, huh? We're just kids. We can't be like this. It's not possible," Abby cries out.

"700 days. High school. Out of twenty or thirty thousand. Can't you see past that? It's only 700 days," Rachel puts forth.

"Yeah and how many of these days do I get back? Do I get back the days I got spit on? Or the day I learned to look at the floor when I walked the halls? Or how about the day when my dad came to pick me up and saw me getting my ass kicked on the quad and realized his son was a loser. You ever see the look in your father's eyes when he realizes that? Do I get that day back? 'Cause I saw that same look the day he left me and my mom," Jimmy says in small rage.

"It sucks, man. I'm sorry," Nathan apologizes.

"It's great, you're sorry. Well you can forget it. This ain't Breakfast Club. You know we're not all gonna fire up a joint and be pals. I mean let's face it. This is the most any of us have talked in 4 years. And we all know if I didn't have this gun it never happens."

"Look people suck, ok? It's just high school, man," Marcus says in truth.

~~~/~~~/~~~/~~~/~~~

After her run-in with the journalist, Peyton watches as a mother reunites with their daughter.

"That warm your heart? You think America would tune in for that every night?" the journalist says to Peyton.

"Have you seen the ratings for 7th Heaven?"

"We're a country obsessed with tragedies, Peyton. So if examining tragedies makes me part of the problem then so be it. But let me ask you something: how much time have you spent with Jimmy Edwards over the last four years? So maybe I'm not the only one who should be ashamed." The journalist says before walking away leaving Peyton feeling worse than she already was.

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"Are you really going to kill someone Jim?" Haley asks. "What happens if someone does step out into that hallway?"

The people in the tutor-center hear a door slam shut.

"I guess that's my cue. You know they're going to remember me as a monster. I wonder how they will remember all of you."

Jimmy walks out of the room leaving the students there terrified.

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"Hey! You're not allowed to be here."

Lucas holds Brooke in his arms tighter. Brooke was drifting in and out.

"I know that Jim, but if I don't get her out of here she's going to die."

"I didn't mean to hurt her," Jimmy says with tears in his eyes.

"We know that." Lucas and Jimmy turn to the voice of Dan Scott as he steps in front of Lucas and Brooke.

"What the hell is this?" Jimmy screams out.

"Go on Luke, get Miss Davis checked up. And go be there with your daughter," Dan says without looking at Lucas.

"Dan," Lucas whispers out.

"It's okay Lucas, just go."

Lucas does as he is told leaving Jimmy and Dan alone in the hallway.

"So, are you going to shoot me? Were you going to shoot those students, what?" Dan questions surprisingly softly. "Are you feeling like there is no way out? I've been there before twice and I'm telling you it gets better."

"Not this, it can't."

"It does, Jimmy. That pain in your stomach, that pain in your heart, it goes away. That voice in your head that's saying there's no way out, it's wrong, Jimmy. Would you please, please just believe me? It gets better."

"It won't. Not after this. I can't take this back. I can't erase this. She's gonna die," Jimmy cried out.

"You don't know that."

"I just... I wanted... I wanted them to leave me alone. I just... I wanted them to like me."

"I understand, son. That's all we all want. That's all any of us want," Dan says as he steps closer to Jimmy.

"I'm not here. I'm not here," Jimmy says as he shakes his head.

"Jimmy please, it's gonna be okay son. It's gonna be okay," Dan pleads with Jimmy.

"But it hurts! It hurts. It always hurts," Jimmy says as he slams his hand towards his chest.

"I know. Please. Please."

"I'm sorry."

The gun goes off twice.