"He was just a boy and I didn’t know him, but I do know that he was in more pain. You know, I think maybe he felt like he couldn’t be alone in that pain any longer… and that doesn’t make what he did right, you know, he made a wrong choice, like a devastatingly wrong choice, but ultimately he was just a scared kid, you know? It might be easier to remember him as evil, but if we do that, I don’t think we really learned anything.” -Peyton Sawyer
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What appened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war hoping for their safe return. But knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows; swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
"So, you wanna know what things were like fifty years ago? Well, the truth is… There’s not a single person in this place worth remembering in fifty years. So don’t believe any of the other crap you’re hearing. Everyone at Tree Hill is a liar. Like, I’m sure Russ Lahodnie, you know, our All-American wrestler, who everybody thinks is this nice, respectable guy. I bet he forgot to mention the fact that he’s the king of slipping girls the date rape-drug. Or Miss Perfect 4.0, Katie Radison? Yeah, three words: gang, bang, abortion. See, people here are fake, so they stick to their cliques to hide it. I mean, the stoners are medicated, the honor students are afraid, and the jocks, well, they’re jocks, man. They’ll peak at seventeen, and their cheerleader girlfriends will be fat and lonely by twenty-one. Losers! Everyone here is a loser! And the truth is, every day I have to come back to this school, is one less day I have to come back."