Part One:

Chapter Five

Haley James Scott sits on a chair next to her best friend's bed, every time he slept she would always be watching him. She looked at the bandages wrapped around his wrists, both of them and she remembered what the doctors had said. 'You made it to Mr. Scott just in time, if you two hadn't shown up when you did, he would be dead right now.' They had made it just in time. It was by luck they stopped at the house, Haley was more grateful every single day since that day that they had stopped. She wouldn't know what would have happened if she lost her best friend. Everyone was there, at the hospital, sitting in the waiting room, waiting to hear about Lucas' fate. They all finally breathed when the doctor told them that they were able to save him. Ever since then Haley hadn't left Lucas alone, no one did. Haley and Nathan were always at the house during the day, making sure he had everything he needed. Mouth and Skills would bring him everywhere he wanted to go, which was rare when he left the house, and would be by his side every single, making sure he didn't find himself in trouble. Karen and Keith would switch off nights when they would 'sleep' at Lucas' house. Haley knew nothing good was going to come from him buying the house. The house that Larry Sawyer had put up for sale and the one where Peyton grew up and the one Lucas bought. She tried to convince Lucas not to buy the house, but he didn't listen to her or anyone really. He bought the house and he's been constantly cooped up in here, mainly in Peyton's room. Nathan, Mouth, Skills, and Keith moved all of Lucas' stuff out of Peyton's room and into the bedroom downstairs. They made sure Lucas wouldn't go upstairs. Haley, Karen, and Keith searched the whole house for any and all sharp objects and removed them. Haley never wanted to see her best friend in this position, he shouldn't be in this position. Why did Peyton have to leave? If she never left, Lucas wouldn't have tried to kill himself.

"Hales," Nathan quietly says, kneeling next to the chair his wife is sitting in. "You need rest, why don't you go home and get some sleep."

"I can't leave him."

"I'll stay here, just go home and get some sleep. You aren't going to be any good if you don't get the proper sleep besides it's not good for the baby."

"Promise me he's going to be okay."

"He's going to be okay, he's got everyone worried about him, he's not going anywhere. Please go home."

"Okay."

Nathan helps Haley up from the chair, walks her to the car, and watches as Haley drives away. Nathan walks back into the house and right into Lucas bedroom. Nathan sighs and sits in the chair Haley previously sat in. He looks at Lucas for a few minutes before speaking…

"I know you're not asleep," Nathan pauses. "And I also know about the gun. What the hell is going through your head, Luke, first you try to kill yourself by slitting your wrists and then when I'm moving your stuff I find a gun along with another note. What has gotten into you? Why don't you want to live your life anymore? You wrote a book, you have everything going for you."

"Because!" Lucas yells. "Because my… The girl I love is gone, god knows where, and on top of that she's carrying my baby, my child, and I don't even know where they are if they are okay. How the hell am I suppose to continue living this stupid life if I don't even know if they are alive or dead!"

"Here," Nathan says, handing Lucas an envelope. "This came for you when you were in the hospital."

"What is it?" Lucas asks, taking the envelope.

"I don't know, the only thing I know is it's from Peyton," Nathan says.

"What?"

"It's been here for about three days, we decided to keep it from you, but I think you should open it now. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

Nathan walks out, closing the door behind him. Lucas sits on the bed, staring at the letter. He can't believe it's from Peyton after months of nothing… He couldn't believe it, but it was right in front of him. He recognized the handwriting. His hands tremble as he opens the letter, he pulls the letter out, not noticing the picturing enclosed in the envelope.

…

Dear Lucas,

I know you are probably shocked, scared, everything to be hearing from me. I know it's been months, but I thought you should know that on May 20, 2005, at 4:13 am, I gave birth to our child. Our little girl. That's right, Lucas, we have a daughter. Her name is Sawyer Brooke Scott, our little girl. It's funny, you two share the same birthday. I have to be honest, I don't really remember going into labor. I remember waking up in the hospital on May 25 and they told me I had been in a coma for five days. Lucas, they told that our baby has a heart condition… She has HCM, just like you. They said she has to have surgery soon. Currently, they're giving her shots with the medicine. I know you're probably really mad at me, but I'm sorry. I know that this is a long shot, but do you think you we could maybe meet up and talk about what's happened. Please call me or even talk to Brooke, I would really like to work something out. I know I've been pretty selfish for a while, but I know you probably want to be a part of your daughter's life.

I am truly sorry,

Peyton

P.S. There is a photo of Sawyer in the envelope. The nurses took when I was in a coma so I would have something to see our baby's first days. I wanted to have the picture.

Again, I am truly sorry,

Peyton

…

Lucas' hands were shaking so bad, he wasn't able to hold the letter in his hands. The letter fell into his lap, he buried his head into his hands and cried. He couldn't believe Peyton had the baby, a little girl, Sawyer, his daughter. She had HCM, just like he did, and the worst part was she already has to have surgery. She's not even a month old and they're going to open her up like a biology experiment.

But wait. The letter said to talk to Brooke… Of course, Brooke is Peyton's best friend, she would know everything that's happened with Peyton since she's been gone. Lucas scrambles from his bed and into the living room, hitting his leg on the coffee table.

"Whoa, Luke, slow down," Nathan says. "What's got you all like that?"

"Where's Brooke?" Lucas asks, holding his leg.

"Um, I don't know, nobody's seen a lot of her for the past few days. I wonder where sent went? She didn't say anything about leaving, she's just been super busy Maybe an emergency?"

"She went to be with Peyton when Peyton gave birth to our daughter," Lucas says quietly. "Peyton had the baby on May 20."

"Your birthday," Nathan says.

"Yeah, my birthday," Lucas pauses. "I now share my birthday with my daughter, the daughter I've never even meet. How could I let this happen? Everything was going good then this. How could I just give up on finding Peyton and Sawyer?"

"Sawyer?"

"That's what Peyton named our daughter, Sawyer Brooke Scott," Lucas says, messing with his bandages.

"Luke, what are you doing?"

"Taking these damn bandages off," Lucas says, finally getting both of the bandages.

Lucas just stares at his wrists, he can still clearly see the stitches. He's finally coming to terms with what he did. Finally realizing what he tried to do. He tried to kill himself, he tried to end his life. He tried to get rid of all his problems.

"Nate," Lucas says, still staring at his wrists.

"Yeah?"

"I need help," Lucas whispers. "I need lots of help."

Author's Note: So I just wanted to make clear that yes, Lucas DID try to commit suicide. I know it is out of character, but this is fiction and I wanted to show how broken Lucas is , especially for part 2. Thank you, JuJuB7