Hey there! So...FFnet pulled Lucky over a week ago because the summary wasn't a K-rating. I'm going to slowly repost this, making a few modifications, namely, trying not to make Edward so fucking depressing.

Thanks for reading...again.

Wake up.

Stare at ceiling until I hear him on the baby monitor.

Close my eyes and make the same wish I have every day for the past two years.

Why us?

Why him?

"Edward," he croaks.

I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut, wishing that something could change. We deserve it, damn it. I glance outside before throwing off the covers and groan at the sight of rain starting to hit the window. Apparently I'll be patching the roof tomorrow.

"Edward?" I hear again.

"Coming, dad," I call.

I curse the cold, hard floors as I make my way to his room. It's not quite cold enough for me to turn on the heater, and extra blankets will work just fine until it's absolutely necessary.

I help Carlisle slid into his chair and can't help but grin as he wheels himself into the bathroom. I know from this point he won't want help, nor does he need it. I lay out his pills as I grab the filters for the coffee, only to see we're out.

If someone had told me two years ago that I'd be giving up a successful residency to play nursemaid to my father because my mother took off in a moment of selfishness and cowardice, I would have scoffed. But here I am, on my way to the Stop-N-Shop to grab generic brand coffee, hoping what we do have in the house will last us until the next week when we get Carlisle's disability check.

Grabbing the items I need, I quickly make my way to the checkout lane. Angela, a girl I went to high school with, smiles and bats her lashes as she gives me my total. I'm caught off guard at her behavior; while it's flattering and common from the local girls in town, it's uncommon from her. I drop my change, and her grin grows, no doubt pleased with the results of her forwardness.

I glance at the magazine rack as I gather myself and see Isabella Swan on the cover of all the tabloids, no doubt involved in a notorious sex scandal yet again. She's the Paris Hilton of the Pacific Northwest, with the small exception her father is Governor Charles Swan and not a hotel mogul. Rich, gorgeous and most likely completely unappreciative of how fortunate she really is. Who cares that she went to an Ivy League college, so did I. The only difference is that I earned it, someone like her donates a wing to the library and they're a 4.0 student.

Angela hands me my change, a mere dollar and coins. On a whim, I ask her for a lotto card, the kind where you need to fill in the bubbles. The LED display above her head says the Washington State Powerball is at a record high of 250-million dollars I quickly fill in my birthday, along with Carlisle's and Sam, my dead chinchilla from when I was twelve.

When she hands the ticket back to me, she wishes me luck, asking that I remember all the small people when I'm rich and famous. I laugh and nod, because if something good was really going to happen, wouldn't it have happened by now?

I'm going to repost this a couple of times a day, but it'll be slow going. Life is crazy.

One month till Comic Con! Who's going? I can't wait to be there!

Cheers

Anne