unhappy endings.

Chapter 1.

Camilla:

Four years back..

Screaming and the sound of glass breaking woke me up at 5:15 am on Monday morning. My parents have been fighting for two weeks now. My mom found out what my dad did for a living and her reaction was just pure rage. She would smash every thing and when he left she'd go to their room and cry her heart out til God knows when.

I've had a good childhood. My parents were the most supportive people around and would often help me with my school 'situations' . I was usually bullied in middle school. They used to call me a spoiled-brat and not to mention I was small for my age. I had skinny arms and long black-brown hair and red full lips. I got my hair colour from mom and body structure too. I got my blue-green eyes from dad. I was 10 pounds smaller than the average eleven year old. I was a year younger than most kids so that too added to the list of imperfections I had. I was usually an A student and scored the highest marks in the entire grade. I had one best friend Becky and we met in kindergarten. She has a dirty blonde hair colour and the most beautiful  brown eyes I've ever seen. I think it's called hazel. Anyways she's got quite the body for a twelve year old. Yes she's a year older than me as well. We met when i was sitting alone in the teachers class at break and she was in a time out at the time. And since she beat the kid that was with her in time out they sent her to class. So as you can already tell...she's the rough one.  We had lunch together and she told me why she was put in a time out. Turns  out she put worms in one of the kids pants that laughed at her when she fell of from the swings.
Anyways... so ever since mom and dad started fighting I'd sneak out to go Becky and we'd watch movies while eating ice cream and she'd tell me stories if I was there at night and couldn't sleep.
The next day after the fight mom and dad went out and he'd try and apologise to mom. It never worked so he gave up after two days of full on trying to make it up to her.
Mom has fallen sick the first week and doctors said it was the depression and also her lack of eating the necessary vitimans. She refused to eat anything. Though she made sure to cook for me each night and tuck me in. Mom usually tried to look okay and act as if nothing  happend but I knew that was not what was happening.
One morning I caught her throwing the full milk carton in the trash can and almost put the coffee in the fridge. I tried soothing her but she'd always just say she was okay and say she had to do something. That's what she always said. She wad okay. I knew she never was okay.

"I told you Daniel. I don't give a shit about what you're doing any more. I want a fucking divorce. I'm sick and tired of you!!" And just like that my life became hell.

Mom and dad got a divorce a year later and things just went from bad to worst.

Dad started coming to our new home late each night to cuss at mom telling her how it was her fault he lost his house and job.

Since then, life took a rough turn. Mom and I done therapy but it never seemed to work. Dad had ultimately ruined our lives.