Peyton's p.o.v

"For men are not cast off by the lord forever. Though he brings grief, he will show compassion. So great is his unfailing love for he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men" a pastor quotes from the bible to the congregation at Brooke's funeral. Brooke lost her battle against breast cancer this past Easter and I am still finding it hard to let her go. Brooke

joined her daughter, True who committed suicide four years ago in heaven on that beautiful fateful morning. Along time ago, both my birth mother and adoptive mother died as the result of cancer. My birth father, adoptive father and Derek, three men who I thought would always be there for me have all now gone elsewhere leaving me behind to wander alone in this valley

of death. Adding to the drama, my sixteen year old daughter, Lucky Haley Scott was recently involved in a school shooting at One Tree Hill. A gunshot to the heart took my little princess out of the world last year. Lucky had Down syndrome, but I still loved her anyway for she brought a smile to my face. Lacking purpose, life here on earth hasn't been any easier for me in

the present time. I don't understand how could such bad things happen to a good person like me. I have been through so many tragedies in my life that I am starting to question God's existence and my own existence. Brooke and I were so tight that I can actually feel my soul leaving my body to join her corpse in which is buried underneath the ground. "I love you and I miss

you, my beloved Brooke" Victoria sobs placing a I heart you teddy bear down beside the gravesite. "After all these years, you have finally decided to come around. Why have you decided to wait this long to confress your love for Brooke?" hysterical, I confront Victoria. "Auntie Peyton, please don't hurt my grandmother" Brooke's four year old son, Emmanuel begs me.

"Peyton, what the hell is your problem?" Victoria yells disturbing the peace in the atmosphere. "You are my problem, Victoria" angry, I shout back pushing Victoria down on the ground and I don't have any sympathy in my heart for her. Speechless, people stare at me in disbelief and I am shamed of the animal that I have become before them. ON the brink of tears, I run

out of the cemetery to go to River Court where I sit down on the bletchers and meditate for a while.