Job.

Bambi POV.

At the age of fifteen no one wants to hear these words, they are cruel, they are cold, and they'll forever live in my memory and head. 'Your mother sickness is one of the old ones, one that is so rare, it's not worth being studied. She'll need rest and pain killers, make her short stay on earth bearable,' those were the doctor's word, the ones that hunts me every single day.

"I'll find a job, don't worry mom," I say, her health is going so bad, the doctor was right, she'll need all the pain killers I can get her, but the doctor would only descirbe so many for us, and the rest, I had to get my own way, and that cost money, one that I do not own, not unless I find a job, which is my next goal, to get a job.

"Sweetie..." a cough broke her words, "You're too..." another cough, "Youn..." a cough that won't leave her this time, I had to get her another cup of water, she can't hold the cup on her own anymore, instead I had to hold it up to her mouth, helping her drink it up.

"Mom, you can't go to work anymore, you just can't," I say helping her lay down again, although she tried to fight me, she's too weak to fight anymore.

"What kind of work?" my moher says in a weak voice, harldy a whisper, how weak would she get, what kind of disease does she has.

"I'll apply for the one you used to work, I'll try any available job," I say, a job can be handed over from a mother to daughter, I could do her work, no matter how hard that would be, I'm strong, I'm big now.

"No, you're a baby," my mother says, insisiting I'm too young, but she started working even younger than what I am now, I can do this, i'll take good care of her.

"Don't worry mom, I can do i," I lied, I was terrified, but I can't show her that I'm afraid of worried of what to come, I have to be strong for the both of us.

"My strong girl," she says with tears going down her face, if I knew that would be the last chance of mine to talk to my mother, to have her answering me, and talking to me, if I knew, then I would have kept her up, I would've ignored her pain and taken adavantage of her, and made her talk, but I didn't, I thought it was better to just leave her rest.

"Colin," I say on the verge of tears, he's my only friend, he's the only one I have.

"Hey, what's wrong, why are you crying?" Colin asks hugging me, I needed the hug, I needed to be hold, I'm a child, my mother was right, but childhood was over.

"The doctor said...she'll never get better," I say crying, more tears going down my face, I couldn't help it, my tears wouldn't end.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, she'll get better," Colin says, but we both knew she won't, but for now, I'll take the pep talk.

"Okay, I need work," I say next, I need to find a job that would pay enough to buy my mother's medicine, pain killers and other things to keep her comfortable, I don't believe the doctor she won't die right away, she's my mother, and my mother isn't allowed to die, she's mine, and she have to stay with me.

"I can ask mom for help," Colin says, his mother work over the vampire house, she does the cleaning, I didn't expect a better job than cleaning, or running errands, but I'll do that.

"Okay, please do," I beg with him, I need help, any kind of help.

"I will, you can do it," Colin says.

I didn't have much time to think this through, I didn't have anyone to rely on, I can't ask Colin's mother for help, she could hardly keep up with her own house and kid. I soon had to call my mother's work, my heart was beating so quickly, I was terrified of the answer they're going to give me, would they call me a little girl? Would they refuse to allow me to work with them, I didn't know what to do, but I had to try, I'm lost.

"H...hello," I say swallowing a lump down my throat, I was shocking on my own words.

"Yes, hello, what can I help you with?" the person over the phone says, I need to talk, to ask for her.

"My, my mother works for you, but she's..she's sick," I say, my mother was dying, but I can't say it out loud yet.

"Yes, what does she work as?" the person answered over the phone.

"She's...a...a cleaning lady," I say, was he going to send me some kind of bill since she's missing work for so many days?

"Are you calling to claim her job?" the man asks, just like that, anyone can claim their parents job, it's easier than finding new humans to do the dirty jobs the supernatural wouldn't do, just get here and keep doing the job.

"Yes...yes, I am," I say hoping they'd give me the job, I could really use the job.

"Get here tomorrow at seven," he orders ending the call, that's it? I got the job, he didn't even ask for my name or my mother's name, I was simply handed over the job without any question asked.

I was happy, excited, I got the job! I can keep up with my mother's medical bill, I'll take good care of her, I'll show her how greateful I'm for all the years she did this for me, for all the years she was my mother, and now it's time for me to be an adult.

"I got the job," I tell my mother, who had a sad smile over her face, she doesn't want me to work still.

"Be on time, don't..." she says coughing, her hand going up to touch my face, "Don't get in fight," she says taking a raggy breath in, "Keep your head down," she finishes her advice.

"I will mom, don't worry," I assure her.

Keep my head down, don't start fights, just get there, do my work and get back home, so I can take care of her. My mother had a uniform, but I wouldn't be getting my own, instead I have to wear my mother's uniform, it's big and baggy on me, but I can stitch it in, and wear it, I can do this, no matter what.