Miley's point of view
I am exhausted. I have been feeling uncomfortable for the past could of weeks... just abnormally achy. The other day I stubbed my toe at dance practice and it started bleeding. I feel weak. I can't exercise as much as I used to. I lost about 10 pounds. Aside from that I've been bruising horribly lately. I'm scared to admit it but I know what's wrong with me. I was six when my mom died from this disease. Jackson was just under a year. There's no question about it. I have leukemia. A gentle knock is heard on my door.
"Miles," dad called, "Come on bud. Lets get you to rehearsal."
I took in a breath.
"Alright daddy," I said, "but first can we talk"
"Well honey can't we talk in the car," dad said, "your rehearsal is in forty-five minutes."
"No daddy," I said opening the door, "This is serious"
He sat down on my bed giving me his full attention.
"What's up bud," he said.
"Daddy," I told him, "I think I'm sick"
Robby Ray's point of view
"What," I asked her, "You mean like a cold?"
I didn't see how a cold was serious but I guess to her it could be.
"No," she shook her head, "I mean more serious then a cold"
She lifted up her shirt to reveal a stomach and back full of bruises.
"There's more on my legs and arms," she said
My jaw dropped.