AUTHOR: Itzstacie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything., I am only borrowing the names of the characters
PAIRINGS: CC, LIZ
RATING: ADULT
SUMMERY: No Aliens, Liz faces the hardships of life when her life is turned upside down at the age of nine.
AN: I am going to warn you right now, this fic will not be light and fluffy, it will be very dark. If you thought "Paint Me a Picture ' was dark then mulitiply this one by five maybe ten. It will deal with physical and emotional abuse. As you can see I didnt put a paring, I am not promising happy dreamer insurance because at this point i'm not sure if their will be( and yes I am brave enough to post it anyways) if you want to bail now I will not be offended. The updates will not be quickly once my kids go to thier dads in the summer I will have more time to get them out faster. I told myself several times not to post this yet as you can see I dont listen very well.
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Chapter 1
How do you cope when you feel like your life has hit rock bottom, when there is just no light at the end of the tunnel. That no matter how hard you desperately try to find something to pull you through, you hit a dead end every where you turn.
Some people turn to alcohol they believe that the burning liquid will take all the pain away, drinking themselves into a slivering mess where they cant feel anything only to pass out in the end and wake up the next day only to repeat the process.
Others turn to people for comfort offering their shoulder to them, soothing away the pain. Giving them helpful advice to follow along with warming hugs and calming kisses to make them feel better.
What do you do when you have no one? When instead of going to bed each night praying that you wake up to see another day you pray that you don’t…you pray with every fiber of your being that somewhere along the stillness of the night that someone or something will take you away from it all.
That person is I…my name…is Elizabeth Parker.
My parents along with my little sister died in an automobile accident when I was nine, I still to this day do not know how I survived and I ask God everyday why he spared me and not my family.
I was forced to live with my only relative, my father’s brother who was a drunken slob who gambled away his life on racetrack betting.
I was surprised when he moved to Roswell and took over the Crash Down my family’s restaurant. I always wondered why we stayed here when he didn’t want to. I found out later that it was stated in my fathers will that the restaurant and all of his money would go to me and I would be the deciding factor when I was of legal age if the restaurant stayed or not. Until then whoever took care of me would take care of the CrashDown.
So I guess you can say my uncle was stuck, forced to live in Roswell and raise his only niece until I became of age. I could tell he hated it…boy did he hate it and he let me know every single day how much I was screwing up his life.
My only friend at the time of my parents death was a boy named Max, we became friends because our parents were friends, I can honestly say back then if it wasn’t for him I’d probably be where I am now along time ago.
As time past thou things changed, the richer his family got the more social standing got in the way. Eventually he started backing away, it wasn’t a big leap but enough to notice the time he was spending with me was becoming less and less.
I know a lot of was his fathers doing, I know he blames me just like my uncle for my parents death. Even thou he never came out and said it, I could see it every time he looked at me, it was in his eyes.
Or maybe I can blame the popular kids, it seemed like the minute we hit high school the girls noticed my shy, good looking best friend and instantly took him under their wing. And where he went our friends followed.
He still sat with me on somedays for lunch but the closer he got to Melissa Brown the less it became, it was no secret that they started dating.
Some days he would look at me when I passed him in the hall and I could clearly see he was torn, other days I didn’t even exist.
I believe that I became a master at hiding, hiding my feelings, and hiding the bruises. No one ever said anything, maybe it was because they too climbed that ladder into popularity and I didn’t matter anymore.
I couldn’t really blame them, everyone wants to be popular, but it hurt…boy did it hurt and it made me always wonder what was so wrong with me that everyone wanted to get away from.
All I ever wanted in my life was to make my parent’s proud by getting good grades, moving on to an excellent college and becoming someone successful. Those dreams died when they did; instead I have become someone trapped inside my own mind begging for a way out.
I know I could have spoken up about my uncle, tell the world…but I know that if I did they would take me away and place me in a foster system and wind up losing the last piece of my parents I had left.
It hurt to know I lost it all anyway that all I have left is my memories which kept me trapped in my own mind for so long. It’s only now that I chose to speak up; it’s only now that I hope my words will help someone who finds themselves in my shoes.
This is my story.
September 1999
“Come on we have to hurry you know Rosie’s going to flip out when she finds me gone’ the little dark hair boy says taking the dark hair girls hand as they hurry towards the cemetery.
‘You don’t have to come, I don’t want you to get in trouble’ she says coming to a stop in front of the iron gates. “ I want to come…I promise you no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I’ll always come with you here on this day’ he says.
“Thank you Max’ she says smiling, he holds out his hand ‘come on’ giving her a small smile. They make their way to the familiar tombstones and he watches as she kneels placing the hand picked daises on the graves and wishing that he could give her money to buy real flowers.
He stands in silence as she says a prayer for her family feeling sad that their family was taken away from her, she’s too sweet not to have a family.
After several minutes she stands up and he knows she’s wiping away the tears that she doesn’t want him too see she never wants him to see her cry. When she looks at her he holds out his hand giving her a small smile and they head back.
“Are you going to Maria’s birthday party’ he asks as they continue to walk, she shakes her head ‘I don’t know…I don’t think they like me very much’.
Stopping in front of the park he looks at her ‘why do you say that, they like you’. Shrugging her shoulders ‘just a feeling I get’. He shakes his head ‘well even if they don’t I do, I will always be your friend’. “Best friends’ she smiles, he nods his head ‘Best friends forever’.
September 2004
‘Your late Miss Parker’ the teacher scolds as she hurries up and sits down in her seat “I’m sorry sir, I overslept’ she lies. Glancing to her right she sees Max leaning towards her ‘we have to study chapters one and three’.
‘Thanks’ she says irritated and pulls out her book, ‘what happened you’re never late’ he says trying to make small talk. She sighs and looks over to him ‘I had something to do’.
‘It couldn’t wait until after school, where did you go’ he asks, snapping she turns her head ‘no it couldn’t wait and I went to the same place where I go every year on this day’. His eyes widen as he realizes ‘its today…I’m sorry Liz I forgot’ he says.
‘Its fine I’m sure you have more important things to do’ she says turning back to look at her book. Out of the corner of her eye she sees him frown and lean over to say something else, before he can get the words out she raises her hand asking for a bathroom pass.