Carry On

"You have it a lot better than other kids, Liz. You don't have anything to complain about."

Liza had heard that phrase plenty of times. It was a small conscience that would always follow her, whispering in her ear. She would hear it from everyone. Her father, her god father, her nagging uncle, her aunt, her mother. It was endless. Liza couldn't make them understand, so she stopped trying to. She went on in silence.

Somehow we still carry on.

Author's Note: This will be my last story on Mibba. I had written it a while ago, and just recently went back and tweaked it a bit. I originally was going to have heyjude;;; post it, but we both agree it would be best coming from me. As always, I do not own any of the characters except for the originals. The plot is original and owned by Mockingbird;;. Title taken from 'Carry On' by Avenged Sevenfold.