As a child, Amy didn't mind books. She wasn't constantly obsessing over them, but she didn't hate them. So she was a normal five year old, not classified as a nerd, but not a total slacker. Sometimes Amy would sit in the library and just stare at all those books and stories, wondering what was inside them, but not particularly caring, because she had her family to look forward to spending time with. But the seventh year of her life brought many changes.
The fire. A tragedy no child should ever experience. The pain and sadness and loss. Amy felt like she had nothing left in the world as her life crumbled apart around her, changing her young mind forever.
For the first few months, Amy did nothing but mope and sulk and sob herself to sleep every night. Meeting Grace again had been a small comfort to her shattered heart, but Aunt Beatrice had no patience for anything, including the souls of poor orphans. Amy felt so out of control, so weak and useless with no one to guide her.
Once, one of their au pairs took Amy and Dan to the library, probably to get rid of them for a few hours. It was then that Amy Cahill started appreciating books. They were her favorite past time and her way to get away from the harsh world she lived in. She engrossed herself into them and never pulled herself out. She lived for them. She thrived on them. BUT her life still never felt complete.
Most people mistook her for taking over her mother's side, where reading was encouraged as a hobby, and that was part of the reason, just as Dan excelled in math. But Amy felt that reading was her only hope for something to live for. Sometimes, she felt like ending everything. All the pain and the suffering might be over. But whenever her mind wrapped around that idea, Amy would go lock herself in her room with a dozen books around her, each one allowing her to escape into another world.
But of course, the Clue Hunt changed her. Amy learned how to defend for herself with the constant threat of their family ready to kill them. She become mentally stronger with Ian's betrayal. She had learned to be careful and to tread with care through the bomb at the Franklin Institute. Amy learned to appreciate life through Irina's death. But most of all, she learned her mother's namesake.
Hope is a fragile thing. It can come in many different forms, and can help you get through many different ways. Hope can ease your dependence on certain objects or people. And that's what it did for her. Amy no longer had to depend on Huckleberry Finn or A Little Princess to get on with her days. She now understood that things happened for a reason, and she eventually came to embrace the fact in her own hands. Amy Hope Cahill now felt like she was in control of her life.
And she was doing pretty good.
Sometimes the road of life gets bumpy. People can tell you how to control that car, but only you can get a grip on the wheel and put it on accelerate.
A/N: I hope you liked it! I'm not so good with the whole poetic prose thing, so I need help on that. Feel free to flame me all you want, But please, at least tell me what you abhor about this story that you had to flame it. I'm begging you to review. Just a simple one sentence would make my day, but I do prefer CC. Thanks for reading!