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Chapter 5

Sarah Beth is scared to death

As she sits holding her mom

Cause it would be a mistake

For someone to take

A girl with no hair to the prom

Brooke was sitting on her couch sobbing when her mom walked in. "Brooke, honey? What's wrong?" She rushed into the room.

Since Brooke had come home from the hospital a few days ago, her mom had tried to be there for her. Giving up her usual activities to stay at home and keep Brooke company. She was feeling guilty about not being there for her as much as she should have while she was in the hospital.

Brooke glanced up at her mom, the sobs racking through her. "My hair. My hair."

Her mom wrapped her arms around her and held her close as her own eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Brooke. I'm so sorry"

Brooke continued to sob into her mother's shoulder. "Who's going to want me now? No one wants a girl that has no hair." Her body shook as her mother held her. "No one is going to want to take a bald girl to the prom."

Her mother ran a hand over her hair and a clump came away in her hand. "Oh, Brooke."

Brooke pulled back and glanced at her mom's hand. She jumped up and grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it across the room. The lamp that she thrown shattered against the wall. "Brooke!"

"What!" Brooke grabbed the candy dish off of the table and threw it against the wall. "It's not fair! I didn't do anything to deserve this!" She picked up a pillow and threw it against the wall. "I've always been the pretty one! How can I be the pretty one with no hair? I can't! And if I'm not the pretty one then I don't know who I'll be. Being pretty and a cheerleader is all that I know how to be! And now I'll be neither because of this stupid cancer!" She collapsed onto the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs. "It's not fair! I hate this! I hate my body for betraying me! Why me!I hate my life!" Once again sobs racked her body.

Her mother stood up slowly, walking over to sit beside Brooke on the floor. "I'm sorry, Brooke. I can't even say that I understand because there's no way that I can know what you're feeling." She paused as she slipped an arm around her daughter and pulled her close. "I wish that I knew what to do to make it better." Her own tears began falling down her face. "I feel helpless. I don't know what to do that can help you. That's why I stayed away from the hospital. I hated seeing you upset and not being able to do anything about it."

Brooke glanced at her mother. "Mom, I;m scared. I don't want to die."

"You're not going to die, Brooke. You're a fighter and being a fighter will get you through this. That and your friends." She paused. "Speaking of your friends, I haven't seen any of them around since you came home. Where have they been?"

Brooke shrugged. "I didn't want them around to see me like this. So I told them not to come see me."

"Brooke Davis! I can not believe you! At a time like this you need your friends. Don't push them away!"

Brooke just shrugged again. "I dunno."

"And what about Lucas? I haven't seen him or heard you talk about him for awhile."

"We broke up." Brooke looked at the floor.

"Why? Did he give you a reason?" Her mother paused. "Or did you break it off?"

Brooke shrugged sheepishly. "I broke up with him. He doesn't deserve to be saddled with a sick girlfriend."

"Don't up think you should have let him decide if he wants to be "saddled" with you or not?"

At Brooke's shrug her mother shook her head, "I think that you should call them and let them all decide for themselves if they want to be around. What do you think?"

Brooke nodded. "I guess."

As she stood her mother paused to place a kiss on her forehead. "You know, this is hard on the people around you, too. Don't forget that your friends are affected by your being sick."

Brooke sat on the floor, wondering what to do. She didn't want her friends to see her like this, but at the same time she needed them. She reached over, picking up her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hey. I need you. Can you come? Thanks!"