A/N: again, thanks a lot for the amazing reviews. I know I haven't been on for a while and I do apologize for it. To get back to some of you, I'd like to say thank you to Lucas Scott 22 3 for the kind words! So sweet, and I know that no one writes about that kind of stuff so that's why I did. I like different subjects cuz you do not feel the déjà vu thing so it's good. Also, Sandy Murray, you're pretty clear for someone who's confused (nod) DON'T GO READ THE REVIEWS NOW PEOPLE! CHEATERS! Also thanks a lot to anyone else that I didn't personally get back to but have been loyal readers and reviewers. You don't know just how much this means for a writer to know that his work is appreciated. So enjoy this late and due update!

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Tall white walls making imaginary shadow over them. Over him. And in the dark and cold night, they were standing there, feeling the emptiness wash over. Four teenagers in the cold breeze of the night, it burning their souls. One of them being on the brink of losing all control, that if it didn't happen already.

How can one night make the strongest kids around become so weak and fragile? Feeling like there are some screws loose. Feeling lost and trapped. That cold feeling that keeps the human being from going forward and instead is dragging it back. Pulling it into darkness where it's safer. Safer because when the lights are off, nobody see the failures in the complex machine that is a person. So intricate that this light might become attracting. This way you don't have to show who you really are.

What if you didn't know who you really were? What if you were a weekly person? Throwing lines like 'that's who I am this week' and then not a sign of what you used to be. You could become a totally new person. And what when you think you know someone and realize you don't? If this person didn't know who she was either then you're screwed…everyone is. We're all the same yet were different. We all eat, we all need to wash, we all go to school, we all die…sometimes you just wouldn't wish it happened to someone you love. Why? Because we are selfish? We are. Say you didn't happen to wish someone didn't die so he could be with you and make you feel less empty and alone. People are selfish. We don't realize it just yet. It comes with time. We get wiser. Some just never do. Some find it sooner.

People who lived through rough times do. They overcame the worse things so obviously they get a lot older. Nothing can get to them. Still it does. Seeing a hurting loved one hurts. Seeing your best friend, your brother and you boyfriend hurt hits. A shot far below the belt.

Four friends could probably tell you about hard times. They lived, live and will live other rough things. Now is just one of them. The beginning. How could it possibly get worse? They didn't think it would. Life can always surprise you. Always.

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Nobody dared going too close, just close enough to get him inside. He didn't really fight back though you could hear him complain all the way down.

"Hales, why are we even here?"

"I'm fine!" he added. They all exchanged looks.

"Lucas, setting that house on fire wasn't the finest thing you did" Nathan replied. Lucas sent him an evil glare. The younger Scott swallowed his words back. If looks could kill, he'd be so dead right now. Brooke hadn't said a word either. Only Haley decided to put herself back together and get straight to the point.

"Luke, I'm sure you're fine but we just want someone to confirm it" she said softly.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" he said all offensive. That did hurt him. She shook her head no.

"I don't' she reassured him."

" I just want to talk to someone. Soon, this will all be over" she added. Lucas sighed. He was sure nothing was wrong with him. The thing was with them. Perhaps they were the ones who should get checked. That wasn't him. He was fine.

"Promise?" he said, unsure himself. Actually he didn't know if he could stand that long because the only thing he wanted to do now was run away and never stop. His feet were tingling, yelling for some move. He needed to move. The thought of staying put made him mad.

Haley nodded. She knew it would be a lot longer than that but she didn't want him to refuse and make a scene right there. She was taking it easy so he wouldn't bite her head off.

"I promise" she said after he gave her the pleading look as if the nod was enough to prove him she wasn't lying. The poor kid seemed to have lots of trusting issues in the moment.

With that, they all dragged him inside the building. Haley motioned to Nathan to go get a nurse. Nathan nodded and went unnoticed. Brooke and Haley both stayed behind, at Lucas' side.

Brooke sniffed and turned to her boyfriend. "You ok, Luke?" she asked. He barely responded. His head made a light turn on her side and he gave her some kind of nod. Although, you had to know that this was a nod because not anyone could've guessed. He was so distant, so detached.

Nathan came back, few minutes after, with a nurse. The three others were sitting in the waiting room. Lucas was biting onto his bottom lip to not get up and scream. He just wanted to be anywhere but here. He didn't want anyone to say anything about him because he was just fine and he knew it. That was all he knew before he stood without even noticing his brother and the nurse. He wanted to just shout out and leave. Haley grabbed his arm but he pulled away roughly.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled.

The nurse came by behind and touched him on the shoulder. Lucas spun around so quickly that she thought he'd hit her. The poor kid looked so angry.

"Perhaps, you're Lucas?" she asked.

"Maybe" he spat. "Or maybe not" he added violently.

"Please come with me" she said, keeping him from becoming violent.

Lucas shoved her hand back but didn't leave. Instead, he followed her. He didn't have the choice since his outburst had alert everyone and men nurses were behind, watching. He growled before giving in and following the flow. They led him to a cabinet. In the meantime, the doctor who would take care of him came out to speak with the teens first. Brooke, Nathan and Haley were lead into his office. They all sat and waited. The doctor sat in front of them and his fingers automatically intertwined.

"So hi. I'm Dr Suarez. I am the one who is going to talk to Lucas but first I needed to talk to you guys" he said. They nodded.

"Now can you tell me exactly what happened so you decided to bring him in tonight?" he asked.

The three looked at each other. Both girls lowered their eyes. Nathan took it as his cue to tell the whole story. He sighed, thinking about his words.

"Well Dr, I can assure you that tonight was absolutely out of the ordinary for Lucas. The whole day has been actually. See, it's been really hard for my brother lately. Not too long ago he was trap in a school shooting. He had to carry a friend who got shot out of the school. That same day his uncle died in that school…since that he's been really weird but today was just the climax of it all" he told.

The man nodded then a flash crossed his mind. "Wait, the friend he carried out was a girl, right? Sawyer? I think.."

Nathan nodded, obviously curious the man knew a thing about it. The eldest gave them a sympathetic smile. "I heard about it" he added after seeing the look on their faces.

Nathan attempted a smile but he wasn't really into it after what he saw. The doctor went back into the subject.

"So what happened today that made you all worry?" he inquired.

A shiver went through Nathan's spine. Brooke took over since she had been the one with him almost all the time.

"This morning he seemed really out of it…like…like life had escape his whole body. Then I walked him to school and he suddenly lit up when he saw Peyton so I thought she was the cause of his worries since she almost died in his arms and now he was better but it kept going all day and then he totally went all badass in class and made a scene in the class he used to enjoy and highly respect", she paused a second to take a breath. Nobody added anything until she started again. "…then he got really weird and practically always on the nerves and he totally made a fool of himself at the club and he was pissing the other guy off and he got all moody when we told him and ran away and…"

They were all getting dizzy and she was, as well. She stopped before it got worse. Haley decided to go in, a little calmer. "What she's trying to say is that he was searching for trouble everywhere and when we asked him why he started saying that we hated him and ran away. We found him later, laughing and dancing in front of a house he lit on fire" she finished.

This seemed so absurd that even those who saw it thought it made no sense at all. The man nodded his head slowly. "I see…" he replied on a soft voice. He really didn't know what to say exactly.

"Well…you did the right thing by bringing him in. now one question, has he already been somewhat weird when he got mad or has he already committed violent acts?"

They thought for a second. The girls shook their heads softly then Nathan thought of something.

"Well, I don't know if it counts but once I insulted him and he beat me down in front of the class" he said. Brooke looked down. "I remember that…" she whispered.

The doctor nodded. "I see". That line seemed like everything he could say. Were these the two only words he knew? "Anything any of you would like to add?" he asked.

Nathan thought. "Well, when we found him around that house, he did say something that bugged me" he admitted.

"What is it?"

"He said that he knew the truth and that all his life was an act and I was just an actor" he said softly. The man looked down and Brooke's jaw dropped a thousand feet. The doctor gathered his papers and stood.

"Well, I have to talk to him but I'll get back to you soon" he cleared his throat and shook hands with all three of them. Then he left.

"I'll go call Peyton" Brooke chimed before leaving as well. Nathan and Haley stood there for a minute.

"I guess I'll go call Karen" Haley announced. Nathan nodded.

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The nurses had to sedate Lucas because at some point, he started to pick fights with the men nurses and he was becoming quite violent. By the time the doctor came in, Lucas was stirring, softly pulling out of the thick darkness he had been purposely drowning in. Just as his eyes started to unglue, the doctor smiled at him before pulling a seat and expecting some direct answers from him.

"Hi, Lucas. I'm doctor Suarez and I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind"

The only response he got from the teenager was a loud growl. Lucas found himself in a hospital, wearing a gown with no memories of the past hour.

"What happened?" he asked.

"The nurse had to sedate you so you wouldn't fight with every living thing in this room" he said. Luke growled. He had the hell of a headache and he surely didn't want to be there.

"You want to kill me! That's it! The thing you gave me was poison! I'm gonna die!" he shouted in total panic. He started pulling on the IV connecting to his arm. The old man shook his head.

"No, Lucas. We won't ever kill you"

"Shut up you motherfucker!" he shouted harder. If there was anyone in the hallway, he was sure they heard him scream. The doctor nodded and waited.

"You wanna fucking kill me! I know it! You're mad I burned this house so I'm condemned" he yelled, his voice breaking.

"Why did you burn it?"

Lucas was sobbing now. He couldn't talk. "I didn't want him to come back…" he cried.

"Who??" Dr Suarez insisted. Lucas started crying like a baby.

"You fucker! I told you to shut up!", he started hitting his head with his palms while screaming and crying. The doctor went to stop him but Lucas did by himself. He pulled his hand up and started screaming.

"My arm hurt!! You put something in it! It burns!", Lucas was rubbing his arm so hard now that it was getting red. He wanted to get up and run but his legs felt too weak to carry him. He was getting more and more tired.

"I feel it now. It's coming. I lay down as my eyes are drifting shut and the life slowly escapes me…" he said, closing his eyes. He knew this was it. The end. Too bad his life had been so short. The man started laughing. Lucas' eyes snapped open. An evil glare drew on his face. God he wanted to see that man dead.

"You're quite poetic" the man laughed. Lucas sent him a disgusted look before closing his eyes again and letting sleep wash over him. He knew he would never wake up again. In the same time, a nurse came in with Lucas' blood test results. They could see if the kid was taking any drug. That was procedure even though the doctor was convinced it wasn't anything about drugs.

He flipped through the pages while keeping a close eye on the teenager. Lucas kept his eyes closed.

"Alright" the man suddenly said. "Come on Lucas, we're going somewhere else"

One of Lucas' eyes snapped open at that moment. He analyzed the man but since he didn't really seem to have the choice and three men got in the room, he stood from the bed. Two persons came around him, each grabbing a shoulder. They walked him out of the room.

Inside Lucas' head, he was screaming. This was it. His time had come. These men were going to put him on a chair and do lethal injections on him. Maybe they would shock him. Were they going to end it quick with a single bullet? What were they gonna do to him. Kill him of course. He was a bad man. Everything he did turned out wrong. It was his fault his uncle died. For that, he ought to be punished. They pushed him. The only thing that this was all about was killing him. He was walking toward his last breath. Felt it. It was coming.

They got him inside a doctor's exam room. That's where they kept all the necessary to stop his heart from beating. He kept his chin up, dying as a noble man. They sat him down. The doctor got something out of a cabinet. A little bottle. With that, he took a syringe. So that was it. They were going to kill him with a poison that would run like ink through his veins and gain his heart. He held his breath.

"You won't feel a thing" the doctor said with a smile. Lucas was a poor ragdoll at that moment. He wasn't fighting back because he knew he had to do this. It was his fate. He felt the needle go into his arm before they only thing he saw was darkness.

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Karen joined them a while after Haley called. She was worried sick before even hearing a word about what happened. They all waited in Dr Suarez's office. The man walked in. He saw the four persons waiting for him and smiled at the new face. On her side, Brooke promised to call Peyton when she had any news about anything.

"Well, hello again everyone. Hi m'am, I'm Dr Suarez. I'm the one who took care of your son"

"How is he?" they asked in one and only voice. The man sighed.

"Fine for now. It's really complicated though. We had to sedate him twice so he wouldn't attack us or runaway" he explained. Karen's heart skipped a beat.

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" Brooke asked quickly.

The man sighed again. A long and deep breath. "Well, we're not sure. I can be lots of things. What we do know is that it was all in him before. It's nothing like drugs or poisoning to something. We know this all comes from his brain though we're not quite sure what"

Karen tried to swallow all of this in but it was hard because she knew very little of all that happened in the past hours. "What do you think it is?" Nathan asked when no one else spoke.

"Probably mental disorder though we don't know which one" he admitted. They swallowed.

"Disorder?" Brooke asked.

"Yes. It's a disease for sure. He probably always carried it though it manifested only today. Since it takes years to determine exactly what the problem is, we can't tell the first day. I promise though, we'll find what it is and I'm sure it's nothing we can't fix" he assured.

"What do you mean by 'fix'? Lucas is not a car" Haley spat. The man had a little corner smile.

"Treatments. There is some medication we can try and this way we'll know what works on him and what exactly is wrong" he explained. They nodded.

"Any idea of what it could be?" Karen dared to ask.

"I have two major choices then we gotta find the specific thing" he said.

"Stop insinuating! Tell us already!" Nathan said, getting somewhat angry with the doctor for being so prude and careful.

He looked at them with a sad look. This was the hard part. Swallowing and breathing he announced "This could be Schizophrenia or Bipolar disorder…"

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Cliffy cliffy! I love this really! I couldn't end anything without leaving you hanging. Other way, why would you care to read the following chapters…what do you guys think it is or what would you like it to be? And do you even like the story so far or am I just writing this for myself because I'm the only one who's tired of overused topics and willing to try something new…I know this chappie was kinda dark but did you expect me to be bubbly with a subject like that?! It does happen! People around you may have it and you don't know! I think people don't know enough about it so persons with disorders are labeled crazy or freaks. I do care about this kinda things and I hope you too cuz trust me, it is really everywhere around you!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and if you have any ideas of things I should do, write or include to this story just feel free to tell me.

Again, sorry for the delay (works for my other stories as well) and I hope it makes it ok when I post long ass chapters that take me the night to write!

THANK YOU ANYONE WHO READ THIS!