All of the stars got a reason to shine.

I didnt want him to go in since my mother didnt like him. She was always drunk or passed out on the sofa in the morning so it didnt matter if he came in or not. We were quietly trying to make it to my room.

" He-Hey Kiara! Get me the bottle of vodka that's on the table" Said a low voice. My mom could leave the habit specially since she worked a 5 a.m to 11 p.m job and didnt have another parent to help her. I slowly got the bottle and left it on the coffee table just far enough to where she could reach it by laying on the ccouch.We finally made it to my room. When we go in there we loved to listen to our favorite music artists on the speakers.

" Hey why don't you play that only CD that I gave you." Andrew said. He had given it to me for my birthday one year. It was our favorite artis. We both knew that we basically had the liberty to do what ever we wanted in my house. We usually liked to just talk or draw on my walls. We had started a morale at one point. It was crazy. We never continued doing the same thing over and over again. It was always something new. Something different new. My favorite was on drawing of a skull with roses and stars. Underneath it, it had a quote. It said 'With out shine we die'. I'm not sure why I liked that quote so much. To me it felt like it was telling me to keep pushing, to never give up. I always felt like it was directly telling me to never give up. It made me feel "special" some strange way. I didn't really know what to do when we got there. I guess we could just hang out I thought to myself. I knew it wouldn't be long till my mom woke up. but she would usually just go back to a bar until she couldn't walk anymore, sometimes it surprised me how she got back home. I remember once I went out looking for her after she has left to go hang out with friends. I found her two blocks away from the bar passed out in a dark alley. She didn't remember how she got there, it surprised me how she works so hard for one child and yet, she seemed like she never cared about her. It didn't really matter to me. Everytime she would say she would stop she never did. From that moment on I started to believe that everything she would ever tell me would be a lie. It felt like everything anyone ever told me would be a lie. Could everything be a lie? Is everything I've ever know a lie? Could everything that Andrew ever said to me just be a lie to get something out of me?