Happiness never lasts.

A/N - THIS IS JUST A RANDOM STORY THAT I'M WRITING FOR FUN. I WOULD REALLY LOVE YOUR SUPPORT EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THAT GREAT AT WRITING. :) <3

BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEP! 

I smash my hand onto the evil ticking obstacle that has been getting between me and sleep since I can remember. nothing is good about waking up early, especially when its an everyday occurrence, but of course doing it every day since you're thirteen,you get used to it. I sigh and reluctantly make my way out of the makeshift bed in my room and head to my little brothers room.

As I enter his Toy Story themed fortress I see a little lump hidden under the covers. Smiling to myself, I slowly walk around his room. "hmmmm, I wonder where my favorite little boy is! is he over here?" I say as I look into his clothes basket. "Charlie? Where are you baby?" I hear giggling coming from the bed. "oh! What was that? Charlie, come out,come out where ever you are!"

I turn just in time to see a small body flinging itself out of bed. Eyes twinkling with mischief, "I'm right here Belli!" he giggles out happily, rewarding me with on of his toothy grins.

I laugh as I pick him up,lifting his tiny frame onto my hip and walking us both to the small kitchen in our apartment.

"Toast or cereal today baby boy?" I ask him.

A look of concentration crosses his features and he makes it seem like it's one of life's hardest questions. I inwardly sigh. I only wish I was that young again. Before I could think any further Charlie answers.

"hmm, cereal Belli, cereal!" he declares. I smile. To me, he's the cutest four year old in the world. With his mop of shaggy from hair, dimples a porcelain doll would be jealous of and big electric blue eyes,he's hard to say 'no' too.

"okay big guy, why don't you go wash your hands and by the time you get back I promise you'll have a biiig bowl of fruitloops ready to be gobbled up. How does that sound?"

He franticly nods at me before racing to the bathroom. I shake my head and start pouring his cereal, pouring myself a bowl as I go.

After breakfast we go back to Charlie's room to get him ready for the school and day care. While I'm in the shower I set up one of his DVDs on my computer to keep him busy. I hop in the shower then put on my uniform for work.

"Charlie,get your backpack baby! Then turn off the movie so we can drive to school, come on! " I say to him. He quickly jumps up, flipping the screen down and grabbing his bag from the sofa next to him. He runs to me and we head of to my old,beat up 1998 Toyota Camry in all it's glory, including it's rusting paint job that somehow resembles rotting flesh, it's cracked windshield and missing hubcaps.

After dropping Charlie off at school with a promise to bring him back a lollipop at the end of the day, I drive to my first work and begin my shift just like every other day in the life of Elizabeth Norris. It wasn't always like this. Before my thirteenth birthday my life was perfect in my eyes. I went to school with all my friends at a nearby campus, I had a loving family that were happy and spent lots of time with me, we would always have sunday picnics after church, at one of my favorite parks. But all that changed on my thirteenth birthday. November 8th, 2006. My dad had just picked me up from school and we were driving home because him and mum had a surprise for me. we we're just past the traffic lights, around the corner from our home when a semi trailer ran a red light and smashed in to the drivers side where my dad was sitting. Dad never made it to the hospital that day,the paramedics announced him dead at the scene. Death time; 3:16 pm, November 8th,2006. The day my father died. The day everything changed. The 100day everything went down hill.

My mother never visited me in hospital, for the whole three months I was there, she only came once, on the night of the crash to identify my fathers body. I remember laying there in the hospital bed,waiting for some comfort from someone, from my mum, the one I looked up to, the only on I had left, but she never came. Not even when I was discharged from the hospital, I waited for hours outside, waiting for her to come take me home, but she never came.

So with no money my only option was to walk home, and I did. Arriving at my home I saw that there were no cars outside, as I walked up to the door I caught a glimpse from one of the windows. There was nothing inside. no furniture. No people. Nothing. Just the sheer floorboards that sat there mocking me through the slightly frosted glass. I sat there on the sidewalk crying my heart out when I hear a car halt to a stop a few meters away.

I raise my head to look, erratic heartbeat pumping through my chest thinking I'm going to be kidnapped or something like that. I see my mom sitting in the car, she leans over and opens the passenger door and turns her head to face away from me. Tears prickle my eyes but I don't let them fall, I'm not giving that woman the satisfaction of seeing me cry, after all she isn't my mother anymore, she's a stranger that I live with.

I stand, dust of my hands and walk to the car, I slide myself into the seat, buckle my seatbelt and face the window, that's when the waterworks start. The grief of my dead father, the treatment from my mother proving to much for me to handle. The drive was silent, she hasn't said a word to me since before the accident, three months ago. The car stops, she quickly exits and walks into an shabby,run down apartment building without looking back. I grab my lone bag from the floor o the car and head in after her. I guessed that this was where we lived now. and I had a strong feeling that this wasn't the only change.

Drifting back to the sad reality of the world I return to my job,serving customers at Café Laritz. I work here Monday to Friday, from 5:30am to 3:00pm. After this job I pick up Charlie from school and take him next door to Day care then head off to my second job as a cleaner at the shopping mall close by (172)where I worked from 4:00 till 6:30.

Work today seemed to drag like every other day. The annoying customers just kept coming and I only has so much patience left before I screamed my lungs out and stormed out of this place once and for all. I can surely say that I wouldn't miss this place, what is there to miss? The yelling,spooky little brats that come in with their snobby parents? My manager,old Mr. Jenkins that just casually likes to grab my ass every now and then? Hardly. but I need the money, so I guess I'll stick to this,for Charlie.

"Hi,how can I help you today,sir.."

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Ugh. Thank god I'm finally home. 

The only issue now is being left to my inner battle about how I hate my mother for doing this to me and Charlie. But it's not her fault,it's mine. I've not worked hard enough for both of us, I need to make it up to him. Sometimes i think my dad would be ashamed of me, ashamed because I don't work hard enough to provide a good enough house for us, I don't work hard enough to give my alcoholic slut of a mom enough money to buy her drugs, so she's forced into prostitution.

I never hear the end of it,how everything is my fault, the accident, I hear my birth was a mistake, but I guess she's right. If I wasn't born my dad would not have died that day. Everyday I wish it was me driving, I took my mothers love away from her. I took away her world.