She wakes up at 5 am on the dot, each day, no matter the fact that no clock will chime until 6 am on the dot. She begins to plan already, each step she will take this morning, my outfit was chosen the evening before, meticulously ( everything is done meticulously, check lists, she finds them to be very important. ). She finds that order is something that brings her comfort, lists ensure that not a hair is out of place.
Her black heart fills with shadow, with venom at the sight of her perfect parents, at the sight of their perfect love, how long has the thought of them dwelled in the shadow, in the darkest recesses of her spent heart ( secret, there was never a heart there to begin with. ). Bile is thick on her tongue, it's slick film sticks to the back of her teeth. Vile. A smile perks the corners of her mouth, unsuspecting, sweet even, she itches to be free of this prison.
She plays the part well, she always plays the part well, whatever mask she needs, whatever personality she needs to adapt it comes to her as simply as breathing. Amazing Amy, in the flesh. ( but better.. )