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A/N 7/18: I've edited this chapter, because I now have a better idea of how I want this story to develop! I'm sorry for the delay. School and all, you know. -insert excuses you don't care for here- But, my laptop was destroyed. So I'm starting over with this story. Hence the edit.. But I promise to have chapter two up soon, okay?
The room was dark and silent.
The only thing that could be heard was her constant sigh, occasional sob and the stray, silent tears, drop to the pillow below that was placed under her arm.
Silently, she drew the blade over her skin again, this one deeper than the last. Another sign escaped her throat, and another tear silently fell from her eyes. "Why do I keep doing this to myself?" She asked herself quietly as she stared at the red lines, and watched as they slowly swelled and began to whelp; her most recent one lightly threaded with blood over what she knew would be a scar.
Amy stared at her arm, and saw all of the lines that went down her arm. The new, and the old; the old faded, memories of the past. She never cut herself where someone could see; such as her wrist. Nor did she tell any of her friends what she did when she was alone in her room at night. No one knew, and no one suspected a thing; that's exactly how she liked it to be.
Sighing, she placed the knife back into its hiding spot-a box under her bed, and laid down and closed her eyes in an attempt to go to sleep.
But she couldn't.
"Another long night, I guess." She sighed to herself, and gently ran her fingers over her cuts. Her eyes stung as a fresh wave of tears came to her eyes; she honestly didn't understand what pushed her to this point, every night.
Anyone from the outside looking in would see that her life is generally pretty decent. As a junior, she made great grades, and had tons of amazing friends. And her family wasn't that bad ether, minus the fact that she didn't get along with her step father, Phil. Amy was also a cheerleader, and one of the best ones at that. Everyone who knew of her would describe her as a happy, extremely upbeat person, who was always there for her friends, and just all around fun to be around. But what no one really knew was the torment she suffered from the hands of her "parents." No one knew, not even her best friend Cream, whom actually made frequent visits to the Rose house hold, and had spent countless nights there. Amy kept it to herself, sharing the dark secret with no one. Instead, this was the outlet she referred to. And oh, did it hurt so fucking good. Alone, Amy Rose was the complete opposite of what everyone saw. She so badly, want to end her life that sometimes she'd spend countless hours imagining the different ways she could end it all. Overdosing. Blowing her brains out. Slicing her self just a little bit deeper, letting herself bleed out. Oh, there were so many ways she could end it. But when she came close to going through with it, she'd think of her friends, and how they would feel and react to her suicide. And start crying, and ultimately cut more, adding to the collection forming on her body.
She came to the conclusion that she must be seriously fucked up in the head.
SO? My first story everrrr… What do you guys think? Should I continue on? Review please?
I know this chapter was really short, but I mean.. it's the beginning. As time goes on, the chapters will probably get longer, so don't lose faith in me yet! But really let me know!
Kissesx