A few important things you need to you know:
Brooke and Lucas were together in high school, got married and had Maggie when they were 18, she's 14 years old, Riley (9), and Bailey(6), then they get divorced. Brooke still owns Clothes Over Bros. Lucas is still a writer, coaches basketball on the side at Tree Hill High.
Haley and Nathan still have the same history. Jamie still exists, same age as Maggie, they also have another child, Kate, who is 5. Haley is still a teacher at Tree Hill High, Nathan is still in the NBA.
Peyton is married to Jake, Jenny still exists, she's 16. But they also have a daughter together, Sawyer (9), a son, Dylan (7), and another daughter, Ellie (3). (They have their hands full that's for sure) Peyton still works at Red Bedroom Records, Jake is the head basketball coach at Tree Hill High.
If you have any other questions, like something your confused about or just want to know something, go ahead and ask and I shall reply back.
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I live my life one day a time. At times my smiles are fake, some days they're real. I pretend that everything is fine, but at the end of the day after I put my two youngest children to bed, I travel to my oldest daughter's bed room to make sure she's still breathing.
"I am floating away lost in a silent ballet
I'm dreaming you're out in the blue and I am right beside you
Awake to take in the view
Late nights and early parades
Still photos and noisy arcades
My darling we're both on the wing
Look down and keep on singing and we can go anywhere
Are you there ?"
Owl City -"On The Wing"
Maggie Elizabeth Scott. A bright-eyed, dark-haired, witty, beautiful, intelligent funny 14 year old girl who is deathly ill. Some days you can tell, other days you can't. You'd be surprised that there was anything wrong with her due to the fact that she's a very happy girl.
Maggie was born a healthy 7lbs, 12oz baby girl. She didn't have a single thing wrong with her, she was perfect. I had just given birth to my son, Riley Davis Scott, when I received the life changing news.
October 13th, 2011, 9 years ago
Brooke
I got a call from Maggie's kindergarten teacher telling me that she had gotten sick while playing outside and had vomited what seemed like an endless amount of blood. I immediately hung up the phone, grabbed Riley and and got to Maggie's school as quick as possible. I found her lying on the couch in the school nurse's office. My heart broke just looking at my helpless 5 year old in so much pain.
"Hi, baby. Let's take you to the doctor so we can make you all better, Okay?" I prepared myself for Maggie to throw a fit because she was extremely scared of the doctor.
"Okay." A weak, pathetic looking Maggie spoke. I was surprised she didn't fight back. She was sucking her thumb, she hadn't done that since she was 2 years old.
I talked to Maggie's teacher so I could get as much information as possible to tell the doctor. I gave my husband, Lucas a call to inform on Maggie's state of health. He was on a book tour at the time but inconveniently canceled so he could be there for his little girl. I dropped Riley off at my best friend, Haley's house and told her everything that was going on.
Maggie was latched onto me like a monkey as I carried her into the hospital, she wouldn't let go. Her hands were gripped so tight to my shirt that I couldn't pry her hands open. I went into the doctor's office and just sat there and watched the pediatrician observe, examine, and scribble secrets onto his stupid little note-pad. It really frustrated me at how silent it was in the room. All that was to be heard was Maggie's left over sniffles from her crying earlier.
"Are you going to tell me anything that you're writing down in that thing or are you just gonna let me sit here and worry?" I finally had spoke. Probably not the best way to speak to a doctor, but he was being rude.
"Mrs. Scott are you aware of these bruises located on the left Maggie's back?" The doctor asked as he pulled the back of Maggie's shirt up.
I got up to see what he was talking about. I had just given her a bath the night before and I didn't recall seeing those bruises. They were fresh, that's for sure. They had that dark purple and blue hue to them. This scared me.
"I just gave her a bath last night, those were not there." I explained and proceeded to ask my daughter about it.
"Baby, do you know how you got these owies on your back?" I asked as I ran my fingers through her dark, brown locks.
"No, but they kinduh hurt. Can we go home? I'm tired, Mama." Maggie spoke softly, she looked very worn out. It was almost foreign looking to me. Maggie was never worn out looking, she was so lively and cheerful and always had a smile on her face that revealed her dimples, which she got from me.
"Sweetheart, you'll be done soon, okay? If you want you can sleep with mommy tonight in her big bed." I said, rubbing her back.
"When you picked her up from school, did she continue to vomit?" The doctor asked.
"No, she was very quiet the whole ride here, but she did mention that her chest was hurting." I said as I turned to the doctor.
"Alright, well we're gonna run a few tests on you, Maggie and then you're free to go home and get some sleep, okay?" The doctor said looking at Maggie. She grabbed the edge of my shirt and dug her head into my stomach. Even though she didn't throw a fit about going to the doctor, she was still scared.
"Sorry, she's just a little scared of the Doctor. It's nothing personal." I joked. I didn't mean for it to come out funny, but I guess it did, cause I wasn't really in a laughing mood. The doctor laughed a little bit.
I picked my daughter up and followed the Doctor to another room. This time I had to wait outside while Maggie got her C.T.
"Honey, the nice nurse is gonna take you now. Mommy will be right here." I said trying to hand Maggie off, but she was clung to me for dear life.
"No, Mommy! No! I wanna stay with you! I don't wanna go! Mommy!" Maggie yelled and began to cry as the nurse took her away.
"Sweetheart, Mama is right here, I'm not going anywhere." I said, trying to reassure my crying 5 year old. All I could do was watch my frightened daughter.
"Hi, Maggie. Your Mommy is watching you right there. Do you see her?" A kind nurse spoke softly as she pointed to the nearby window where I was.
"Yeah." A frazzled Maggie spoke, wiping her tears away.
"Alright, are you ready to go on a ride?" The nurse asked, trying to calm Maggie down.
"A ride?" Maggie asked, sounding confused.
"Well duh! You didn't think Doctor's were boring, did you?" The nurse asked pretending to be surprised.
Maggie shook her head, no. Even though my baby was scared, I couldn't help but smile at the way the nurse was talking to her.
"Alright, good. I'm gonna need you to be a big girl and lay down, but you gotta stay still or else the ride won't work, okay?" The nurse told Maggie.
"Okay." Maggie said and she layed down, perfectly still.
"Alright, Maggie you're doing awesome. If you keep still the whole ride, we'll give you a surprise." The nurse said.
I had this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like something bad was going to happen. I tried to erase all these thoughts from my mind and stay positive but I couldn't get rid of that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
What seemed like an hour was only 10 minutes and Maggie had ran out of the room where she was holding a sucker and a teddy bear with a smile on her face.
"Well, look at you. Was my girl a big girl or what?" I asked, trying to keep Maggie in the state that she was in.
"Yeah, look at my teddy bear Mommy, I named him Lucas, after Daddy." Maggie said, in her cute, little high-pitched, raspy voice.
"You named him after Daddy, huh?" I asked.
"Yes because I miss him so If I have my teddy bear named Lucas, I can just pretend that it's Daddy." Maggie explained as grown up as possible.
"Well, that's a good idea, honey. Daddy will be home tomorrow." I said. I don't think she knew that.
"Daddy's coming home tomorrow!? Yay!" Maggie said, getting excited.
"Baby, why don't you go play with your teddy while I talk to the doctor, okay?" I said, while smiling. It was one of those fake ones. I could tell the doctor knew something that I didn't. I walked over to the doctor.
"So, did you find anything wrong? Anything at all?" I asked, impatiently and nervously.
"Mrs. Scott, as you know we did a cat scan of her chest... We came across what looks like an abnormality in the right side of her chest just under the collar bone. We think it's a swollen lymph node, but we can't be sure until we run a few more tests. Now, it's up to you, but I would highly suggest that Maggie gives a blood sample and quite possibly get a bone marrow biopsy done. Neither of the two are pleasant, but they've got to be done." The doctor explained, scaring me.
"I understand that you've found something in Maggie's chest, but you're not telling me what you think is wrong with my daughter." I asked, becoming a little aggrivated. But I probably shouldn't of asked or the doctor wouldn't have told me right then and there what they think is wrong with my little girl.
"We think Maggie might have Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. I know that sounds scary but it seems like the closer we are getting with test results, the closer her symptoms are turning into this disease. If we do a blood test on Maggie and it returns negative then we may have something less harmful to research. If they come back positive, meaning if her lymphocyte cells are affected, then we have to get treatment for Maggie right away." The doctor finished.
Eventually the blood tests came in, and they were positive. Then the blood tests continued, the bone marrow biopsy was done, another C.T. Scan to check her chest again, more blood tests. This went on for two weeks until one day we got the life changing phone call. It was true, the doctor was right. Maggie had Acute Lymphocyte Leukemia. Lucas and I were scared but we had to put on our brave faces for our Maggie. She is my everything.
June 16th, 2020, Present Day
Maggie
I watched my little brother, Riley and my little sister Bailey play with our dog, Sundance. He was a golden retriever, probably the sweetest dog you'll ever meet. My Mom and Dad bought him for me on my 7th birthday. I think it was the best birthday present ever. I was sitting on the porch swing when I heard the door open. It was my mother. Sometimes t hurt to look at her, she was so painfully beautiful. I'm lucky to have her in my life. I feel sorry for Riley and Bailey sometimes. I wonder if they were sick, would they get as much attention as I do? I feel bad sometimes. I know my mom does too, but she doesn't say anything. My brother Riley just turned 9 a few weeks ago. He spent his birthday in the hospital with me and the rest of the family. How selfish can I be? It was his birthday and everyone was worried about me. My mother sat down and put her arm around me.
"You two go inside and clean up, your Dad is gonna be here in 10 minutes." My mother shouted to my Riley and Bailey. They ran inside.
"Mommy, do we have to talk to Emily, daddy's new girlfriend?" Bailey, my 6 year old sister asked in a very snobby way. God, love her.
"I don't know if she's even gonna be there, baby, but if she is, then no, you don't have to talk to her, now go inside and clean up, you look a mess, girl." My mother said, rolling her eyes to the thought of Emily, but smiling as she saw her own self in her youngest daughter.
My parents got divorced when I was 12. It was understandable. I'd say that most of it had to do with me. I caused a lot of stress in there lives. They would fight all the time. Whether it was over hospital bills, , Riley's school issues, my sick issues, just family issues in general, they were always fighting. Riley has been getting in countless fights at school, but thank the lord it's summer time. It seemed like only a few months after my parents got divorced, my father had a girlfriend. Emily. I thought she was nice, but I didn't tell my mother that. I do think it was wrong for my father to start dating only a few months after he got divorced. Which made my mother question my father. Did he have an affair? He denies it. My father is a good man, but sometimes he just does everything the very opposite to right.
"Are you feeling okay to go out?" My mom asked me. She wanted me to say no, I could see it in her eyes. She doesn't like being left alone. Especially when I'm away. Not only does it make her worry, but she feels like we love our Dad more than her. Bailey is definitely a Daddy's girl, but she loves mom the same. Riley seems to be very distant from both of our parents, they can't seem to get inside his head, he's a quiet boy. I'm very close to my father and I love him a lot, but nobody will ever have what my mother and I have.
"Yeah, I'm feeling okay." I said. My mom sighed as if she knew I was going to say that.
"Mom, we're gonna be gone for a day, we'll be back early tomorrow. Why don't you go over to Aunt Haley's or Aunt Peyton's?" I suggested.
"Hmm. Maybe you're right." My mom thought.
My mom, Haley and Peyton have been best friends since high school. They're not related in any shape or form, but I've always called them my Aunt's. Haley had a baby in high school too, Jamie, a son. He's only a few weeks older than me. My mom had me after she graduated high school, Haley had Jamie during the graduation ceremony. Funny story. Peyton was the good one and didn't have a baby until she was 23, she was pregnant the same time my mother was with Riley.
My father pulled up to the drive way. My mom went inside to let Riley and Bailey know that he was here, but not before she kissed me on the forehead. My dad opened the driver's side door and got out to walk up to the steps.
"Hi Daddy." I said.
"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling today? Okay? You're looking good." He said.
"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good today, happy to see you." I said. I missed my father, he was always gone, traveling for his book tours to promote and sell, if it wasn't his only occupation, he would quit so he could spend time with his children but unfortunately that's how he makes money to help my mother pay for the hospital bills.
Riley and Bailey run out of the house.
"Daddy!" Bailey shouts as she runs to my father to give him a hug.
"Hi, Bailey Bear, ready to go?" My dad asks as he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
"Yes!" Bailey exclaims.
"Not so fast, Bear, you come here and give your mama a kiss before you leave." My mom said, bending down on one knee, with her arms out. My dad put Bailey down.
"Sorry, mommy." Bailey gave my mother a hug and a kiss.
"I love you, you be good for your daddy, you hear me?" My mother said to Bailey.
"Love you more." Bailey said, shaking her head in a yes motion. She's always good for my Dad.
Riley was just standing there with his hat cocked a little to the left, being quiet as usual.
"Hey buddy, go say bye to your mom and grab Maggie's bag." My Dad said, thinking that I wasn't strong enough to carry my less than 5 pound back pack. Riley said bye to my mother.
"I'll see you tomorrow, take care of your sisters for me, k?" My mom said.
"Mom, we're only going to be gone for one day." Riley said, rolling his eyes. My mom was being a little over dramatic about it all.
"I know, I know." My mom said. Riley went to grab my back pack, but I pulled it back.
"Riley, don't worry about it, I got it dude." I said to my helping brother as I picked my back pack up and put it on my back. I walked over to my mom to say bye to her.
"You call me right away if you need anything or you get sick, okay?" My mom said to me, giving me a hug.
"Alright, I will. But I think I'll be fine. If anything does happen, Dad can handle it, Mom." I always try to stick up for my Dad. Sometimes my mom talks about him as if he's mentally challenged. I think she does it just because she despises him and his new girlfriend.
"Well, you still call me if anything happens. Same goes for you Luke, you call me if something happens." She said, being the freak of a worried Mother that she is.
"Brooke, calm down, we're all gonna have some fun and relax at the beach. Stop worrying. Maggie is a warrior, she'll be okay." My Dad said. He likes to look at everything on the positive side, like I'll be okay with anything that I do because I'm tough and I've lasted for so long having this sickness. My Mom is just kind of bitter, she always worries, she's very paranoid, and very protective. She thinks more on the pessimistic side.
My mother kissed me good bye and said bye to Riley and Bailey again and we got in the car and drove down the road heading to Dad's beach house on Wrightsville beach. I turned my head to look out the window behind me. My mother was still standing on the front porch, the farther away we drove, the harder it became to see her, then I couldn't see her anymore. Sometimes she makes me worry more about her than I worry about myself.
Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm not sure if most of the Leukemia information is true or not, but I did my research and tried to make it all sound right. Gimme a break, I'm just an amateur, hahaha. Please leave me reviews. If you guys have questions or any tips or anything, I'd love to hear them, so ask away. I've always wanted to write a story that had each character's point of view. So when I came across Kelsey's Evolving (Who wrote "Archways and Endings") I decided that reading that story inspired me to write this one. I just loved it. So thanks for the inspiration. Like I said, please give me lots and lots of reviews!
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-ME