~ * The Depths of my Sorrows * ~
By Chick-a-tee-in-ur-face
Disclaimer: I-DO-NOT-OWN-SAILORMOON-ETC.
Prologue
"I'm sorry Amy." His voice was soothing. There was definitely a sign that he was upset. Something sympathetic in the way he was looking at her. "There was nothing we could do." His face expressed no emotion but his eyes. They always betrayed him when he tried to hide what he was feeling. She looked down at the floor studying the carpet. She didn't want him to see her cry. Maybe it had something to do with him knowing her since she was a baby. He worked along side her mother and they had built a strong professional and personal friendship. He was a father model for her when she was younger and she still considered him to be that. Maybe that was why she knew she could trust him when she found out about her problem. She couldn't, she wouldn't tell her mother.
"Thank you, doctor." Amy said choking at the words. She didn't want to be there right at that moment. She wanted to be somewhere else. She could feel the tears on the verge of outbreak. "I think I should go now." She got up to leave and fell back on the chair. Her legs trebled under the weight of her body which seemed to be as heavy as her heart. She tried again, but this time she managed to hold herself up. She looked at him, her eyes shiny from unshed tears. He nodded his head in understanding. She gave him a bleak smile with no emotion behind it and walked out of his office.
Amy hadn't gotten very far when she collapsed to the floor. Her mind was whirling, her eyes were blank. She was going to be sick. And soon. She knew a shortcut to the bathroom. Only problem was, it was past her mother's office. I'll have to take that chance, she thought grimly. She made it past the open door to her mum's office safely and practically ran the rest of the way. Finding an empty convenience room she threw up her lunch. She leaned against the bathroom door and burst into tears. She didn't hear nor see the person walk into the bathroom giving her a quizzical look.
"Amy?" Her head shot around at the sound of his voice. Her bloodshot eyes wide with shock. They just stared into each others eyes. Finally he asked, "What are you doing? Are you sick? Amy?" He crouched down to look at her face. She tried to look away but those eyes were so demanding. "What's wrong? Tell me." He shook her shoulders gently. Amy's lip trembled and she burst into tears again. She felt so cold. Part of her was missing, she could tell, she could feel it. She just didn't know how she was going to handle it. She felt him wrap his arms around her, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her down. Amy wept until she fainted in his arms.
AN: I think I lack inspiration, or maybe imagination, could it be motivation, or worse, all of the above. U people can't let me hang here. REVIEW please. I swear I have never gotten on my knees to grovel for anything before but please REVIEW.
Thanks ^_^ like my motto says.smile now
Disclaimer: I-DO-NOT-OWN-SAILORMOON-ETC.
Prologue
"I'm sorry Amy." His voice was soothing. There was definitely a sign that he was upset. Something sympathetic in the way he was looking at her. "There was nothing we could do." His face expressed no emotion but his eyes. They always betrayed him when he tried to hide what he was feeling. She looked down at the floor studying the carpet. She didn't want him to see her cry. Maybe it had something to do with him knowing her since she was a baby. He worked along side her mother and they had built a strong professional and personal friendship. He was a father model for her when she was younger and she still considered him to be that. Maybe that was why she knew she could trust him when she found out about her problem. She couldn't, she wouldn't tell her mother.
"Thank you, doctor." Amy said choking at the words. She didn't want to be there right at that moment. She wanted to be somewhere else. She could feel the tears on the verge of outbreak. "I think I should go now." She got up to leave and fell back on the chair. Her legs trebled under the weight of her body which seemed to be as heavy as her heart. She tried again, but this time she managed to hold herself up. She looked at him, her eyes shiny from unshed tears. He nodded his head in understanding. She gave him a bleak smile with no emotion behind it and walked out of his office.
Amy hadn't gotten very far when she collapsed to the floor. Her mind was whirling, her eyes were blank. She was going to be sick. And soon. She knew a shortcut to the bathroom. Only problem was, it was past her mother's office. I'll have to take that chance, she thought grimly. She made it past the open door to her mum's office safely and practically ran the rest of the way. Finding an empty convenience room she threw up her lunch. She leaned against the bathroom door and burst into tears. She didn't hear nor see the person walk into the bathroom giving her a quizzical look.
"Amy?" Her head shot around at the sound of his voice. Her bloodshot eyes wide with shock. They just stared into each others eyes. Finally he asked, "What are you doing? Are you sick? Amy?" He crouched down to look at her face. She tried to look away but those eyes were so demanding. "What's wrong? Tell me." He shook her shoulders gently. Amy's lip trembled and she burst into tears again. She felt so cold. Part of her was missing, she could tell, she could feel it. She just didn't know how she was going to handle it. She felt him wrap his arms around her, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her down. Amy wept until she fainted in his arms.
AN: I think I lack inspiration, or maybe imagination, could it be motivation, or worse, all of the above. U people can't let me hang here. REVIEW please. I swear I have never gotten on my knees to grovel for anything before but please REVIEW.
Thanks ^_^ like my motto says.smile now