A/N: Okay... This one is really depressing. And honestly, it's just a complimation of some depressing drabbles I found while looking through my phone. Not canon at all, but hey, some people enjoy reading this stuff... Right?
She squeezed. Balling her fists up tight. The thick liquid oozed between her fingertips. Dipping her fists into the water in the full sink. The water slowly turned a deep crimson color. Darker and darker. She felt numb, slowly drawing her eyes up to the mirror in front of her. Lifeless jade eyes staring right back at her.
That's when she woke up. Throwing the blankets away from her overheated body. She immediately went to her hands, ripping the gloves off of them, checking the palms. Nothing was there. That dream felt so real. She gently wrapped her unharmed hands around herself, letting the tears flow down her cheeks. She had never been suicidal... Why now?
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Her eyes snapped up to the cream colored rabbit sitting in front of her. "Huh?"
"Are you okay, Miss Amy? You're spacing out a lot."
"Um," her eyes fell down to her drink, which she was currently mixing in a monotonous pattern, though it was suddenly very interesting, "Yeah, Cream. I'm fine." She gave a small smile to the rabbit, trying to force the acceptance of her lie.
Cream continued on, talking about something or other, probably flower crowns. The clinking of the glass of Amy's cup was what held the attention of the pink hedgehog.
Red. Her eyes went back up to the young rabbit. Red. She gave a forced smile, indicating that she was hearing the rabbit. Red. Lying.
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The reflective surface beamed light against the wall... A single ray of light in the dark room upon only one of the shattered remnants of the once elegant piece.
A brush lay amongst the shards across the floor, along with a picture... Him and her...
But he was gone now... Wasn't he?
Shattering... The echo repeated through her mind as she held reddened gloves to her face. He had done this to her and he didn't even know it!
The silvery pieces stuck in her hands, pricking her skin until they oozed. He had done this to her...
She let her hands fall back to her lap, slowly bringing dull, lifeless eyes to the shattered mirror across the room. Her reflection in every single piece, her face seemingly broken...
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Tears threaded her memories... As long as she could remember. Things weren't as happy as she'd like to believe. Depressing thoughts and moments always seemed to be waiting in the wings.
Trouble was always there.
He loomed over her, threatening to break the optimism. Pessimism seemed more fitting for a life like theirs.
Always at risk. Unable to be taken from that state of being. Because if they were... Then everyone else would be at risk.
She didn't want that. She wanted to sky to shine blue. She wanted roses to be in bloom. But she assumed for happy things to happen, someone had to suffer. And suffer she did.