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This is the first chapter of my very first fanfiction. Your reviews are vital to the continuation of this story! I totally welcome criticism as long as it's constructive, not destructive!

I rated this story T to be safe, because it deals with adult themes and tragedies.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for Alan. Alan is my creation. Everything else belongs to the creators of One Tree Hill.

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Lucas POV

You always know when something's wrong with Sawyer Brooke Scott. Anytime she's had a bad day or something doesn't go the way she planned, you can find her either in her room with music blaring or somewhere outside with a pencil and paper. Sometimes all she needs is space, but other times she needs you to hold her and be there for her. I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, huh?

Today I found her in a cemetery in front of a headstone tears pouring down her face and on her paper. Figuring she might need a little help, I slowly walked up behind her.

"I'll be home soon, Dad," she sniffed before scribbling more words.

"Whatcha got so far?" I realized I caught her off guard when her hand froze over the page, so I took the opportunity to sit down beside her.

"Wha-oh nothing important. Just..." she trailed off before curling into my side and releasing the sob she'd been holding in.

"What's wrong, Sawyer?" I whispered, rubbing her back.

"I miss Jamie, Daddy," she whimpered. I can't say I wasn't expecting this answer. Jamie was my nephew and her cousin, as well as best friend. Last year he died in a car accident on his way home from his last college basketball game. He had been signed to play for the Charleston Chiefs just like his father. We were all proud of him. But Sawyer, his biggest fan, was ecstatic. For four solid months after his death, Peyton; Haley; Nate; little Lydia; Sawyer's brother, Alan; and I tried desperately to pull her out of the depression she had fallen into. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if she wasn't in the car with him.

She still has nightmares and cries that it should have been her, but its nothing compared to what it was. Sawyer went through a stage where all she wanted to do was join her cousin and make things 'right'. She didn't realize how bad it was hurting all of us until her brother found her passed out on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills in her hand.

FLASHBACK

"Mom! Dad! It's Sissy, hurry!" Alan yelled out in the dead of the night. I sat up straight in the bed, shaking Peyton awake. We shared a wary look before racing towards the sound of our son's voice to find Sawyer unconscious on the cold tile of the bathroom.

"Lucas, oh my god! Sawyer! Sawyer, can you hear me honey? Luke she's not waking up," Peyton screamed, leaning over her as I stood frozen in the doorway fixated on the sight of our daughter. She was sprawled out on her side. Her pale face, covered with a sheen of sweat and blonde curls, remained motionless except for the faint intake of breath. Her arms, both consumed with scars, drew into her sides at the elbows, sharply. And one of her hands, no longer concealing the blue of her veins, clenched around an empty bottle for pills, like a child clinging to a blanket. A bottle I had filled the previous day. Sawyer, baby, no. Please, no.

"Peyton, get him out of here," I whispered, reaching into my pocket for my phone to dial 911.

Peyton's defiant voice rang out, silencing Alan's sobs."Luke, I'm not leaving her. This is all my fault. She's my daughter. I..."

"Peyton," I yelled, desperate to calm my wife's hysterics. "Just get him out here. He doesn't need to see this anymore. Get him dressed, get him in the car, then bring me a blanket for her. Go, Peyton".

After I screwed up the phone number to 911 about ten times, I finally heard, "911, what's your emergency?"

"Thank you, God! My daughter, she- she won't wake up. Pills. She took pills. All of them. And I don't know how long she's been like this. Our son, he found her and I- I need you to hurry. Please". I gave them my address and within ten minutes they had Sawyer and Peyton in the back of an ambulance. Alan and I followed close behind.

We were in the waiting room. Alan was asleep in Peyton's lap, as she cried on the phone to Haley, "She tried to kill herself, Hales. My baby tried to end her life. Why would she do this? God, I just want her back. I want my Sawyer back". I buried my head in my hands, propped on my knees. Keith, Jimmy, Quinton, and Jamie. The ones I love that are gone. Hell, the last time I was in this hospital was the day we lost my nephew. But I can't think about that right now.

I cannot lose my little girl. We can't lose her. Why didn't I see it earlier? I knew she was hurting. She had never been the same since Jamie died. How did I not know it was this bad? Why didn't I get to her soon enough? I'm her father. I should be able to make this go away.

Peyton put her phone away and began to stroke Alan's hair with shaky hands. Her watery breaths were rapid, as she tried to control the tears that cascaded down her face. I stared at her and when she met my eyes, they filled with tears again. I had a feeling she was thinking the same thing I was. I pulled her into my side and stroked her face. She sobbed again. She was scared. Scared for our daughter. We stayed this way until the doctor came into the room. Peyton sat up quickly wiping her eyes and searching the doctor's stare for any sign. I stood to shake his hand and question immediately, "How is she?"

"We were able to pump her stomach completely and prevent further damage," he began. "However, we don't know yet exactly how much damage the liver has endured. Also, I think you should know this was not the first time she has tried this. We found traces of another drug in her bloodstream". Peyton began to cry again, clutching Alan tighter.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Scott. We were able to rid her system of that too".

"Doctor, where do we go from here? Is she awake? When can we see her?" I questioned, anxious to see her safe.

"No, she wasn't awake when I left her, but you can see her whenever you like". He smiled, extending his arm towards the ICU, waiting for us to follow him as we shook Alan awake. "It's going to be difficult getting Sawyer back to normal. I suggest therapy. Things aren't going to simply be the same again after we release her in a few days. It might be awhile. It's important that you remember that".

At this point, we had reached her room. We stopped in our tracks. Peyton looked up at me. I grabbed her hand and nodded, grasping Alan's slim shoulder. We walk in together, unaware of the Sawyer we would find on the other side.

"See-Saw," Alan exclaimed once he saw that she was awake, and raced to her. As he shuffled to get beside her in the sterile hospital bed, she kept her head down. But when his arms fell around her waist, her eyes snapped up to meet mine. They were filled with fear. Pain. The kind of hurt you would never wish to see your fifteen year old daughter experience. I'm sure she saw the same in mine.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears as she buried her face in her brother's shaggy hair. For a moment, I saw the same little girl that used to scream for me after nightmares, and I found myself running to her bed as well, wrapping my arms around her slender frame. Peyton hesitated before sitting on the end of the bed by her feet, suppressing sobs of her own and rubbing her legs, comfortingly. We did indeed had a long road ahead of us.

END FLASHBACK

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