The Story of Amy Ketchum

A/N: Sorry for that last chapter, I hope I didn't scar anyone (besides Amy that is) Now, to the story!

For the next week I stayed in my mind. I didn't find out how long I'd actually been down until I woke. For the first day I just spent sobbing. I didn't want to believe that those three boys were actually dead. I was mad at that other me for killing them, but there wasn't anything I could do. After that I spent the next couple days trying to find that window. It disappeared, what I had tried to avoid so much not that long ago was now gone without a trace. All that did was make me more mad. If you had placed this much rage in any other 3 year old they probably would have lashed out at anything that moved. But that's not me. I truly don't want to hurt anyone. Later on in life I'd learn that that wasn't possible but I'd try whenever I got the chance.

The next day she appeared.

"Hey, are you doing O.K. love?" She asked. She sounded so sincere I wanted to forgive her, but I couldn't given the fact that she did what she did.

"NO!" I snapped. "How could you? I didn't want it to be like this. Why." I broke down sobbing. That other me walked over to me and let me cry into her shoulder. I cried for a while, maybe about an hour when I was done I spoke up again. "W-w-who, what even a-a-awe you?" I asked.

The other me looked into my eyes and smiled. "I'm you, another part of you. I'm like a safety net. When you get to stressed or can't handle something it's my job to take over. Hmm, how to put this so you can understand. I make sure you don't go crazy. Without me, you might crack."

Even though she tried to make me understand I still didn't. I didn't know anything more about her.

"So, where did you come fwom?" I asked starting to calm down.

"You're mind. You could say that I'm here because of those three. They didn't just break you down physically, but mentally too. Think of your mind like that ice. Everyone has someone like me inside them lying in sleep. The thing that separates their mind and their other halves mind is something like that ice. The thing that cracks the ice is different for each person. For you it was stress and hurt, especially mental hurt. Every time one of boys hit you the ice that separated us broke a bit. That time you were with Courage and they attacked you 9 months ago as the thing that shattered the ice. I came out and took control so that the boys didn't start breaking your mind instead of the ice."

"Oh," I said still not understanding much, "should I call you something or…"

"I don't know. I'm part of you so I'm not sure that I should really have a different name. It's not like I'm a different person, well I sort of am, but not really…" The way she talked only got me more confused as to what she was saying, and the way she put more emphasis on words like me, I, you, and others like those didn't help. "No, I don't think I need my own name. You can just call me your other half."

For a while the two of us got along. The next few days we spent just talking about each other and what our lives were like before we meet the other. We didn't become best buds right away, more like people that a common friend introduced to each other. There wasn't really a way to tell the time but we probably talked like that for about a day. Then my other half brought up somethings that opened up some wounds.

"You know, when you were sitting in here trying to get out a couple days ago I could feel it."

"What?"

"When you kept hitting that, what did you call that thing that let you see what I saw?"

"You mean the window?"

"Yea that, when you kit the window I could feel it. Every time you hit it was like getting hit upside the head. It was really annoying it almost made me lose."

"But would that've weally been that bad?"

"Of course! If I lost then who would've gotten rid of those bullies. You should be thanking me, now that they're dead you don't have to worry about them bullying you anymore."

"No!" I shouted standing up. "It's NOT ok to talk like that."

"Whoa there, what in the world do you mean?"

"Like that, just saying that I should be glad someone's dead."

"You should be. Now that their gone you don't have to worry about them."

"But that's not OK! You felt me hitting the window, you knew I didn't want them dead, why didn't you STOP!"

My other half slapped me right across the face. "Stop that." She commanded. "I told you not everything can be solved without hurting others. That's part of the reason I exist. You couldn't stand to hurt anyone, and honey that may have worked for a little bit but it's not going to work much longer. I'm here to protect you. When you won't fight back I will."

I started to cry again. I didn't want any of this. I also didn't understand a lot of it at the time. As mature I may have seemed I was still 3 years old, no, I was 4. My other half tried to comfort me but I pushed her away. She hurt people in ways I could never imagine. I didn't want anyone else to find out about her. When my other half gave up she said this before walking off into the darkness.

"You probably don't understand it now but you will in time, what I do is protect you, and that's all I'll ever do. Even if my measures are a bit extreme it's only to keep you safe. We've been in here for a while now so you should wake up soon. Sorry for fighting without taking the ice out, it made the injuries worse. I just wanted to get to know what I was made to protect."

I wanted to forgive my other half and embrace that part of me, but it was too much of a risk. "What if she huwt someone close to me? What if she does something I can't fix? What if she takes away all that makes my life great?" I couldn't do it. My other half disappeared and I wouldn't see her for a while. That only gave me more time to think. For the rest of whatever remained of that day I struggled in my mind on what my other half meant to me. Then as the three, no four year old that I was I didn't understand her and I labeled her as a monster. But as much as I tried to reject her, I found that I couldn't. The best I could do is force her away into the back of my head and hope she doesn't emerge. I didn't want her to hurt anyone else.

The next day I woke up. When I opened my eyes I was blinded, being in the dark for a week and then seeing light would've blinded anyone. As I blinked to hopefully adjust my eyes to the blinding light I slowly started to recognize where I was. When I tried to more all that happened was a sharp pain along my spine. Able to move my head ever so slightly I looked around to see what was going on. Over top there was a giant white light and everything surrounding was bleach in color as well. More of my senses slowly started kicking in, I felt cold. Not just from the lack of sense in my body, but because it felt like I was laying on something cold. I started to panic remembering the icy memory, how the storm clouds slowly turned from dark gray to stark white and the moon shining brightly through the clouds as a blinding white light. How the bleach white snow felt as I started to lose my grip to the real world felt cold and hard as if it too where embedded with ice. As my panicking grew fiercer I felt my heart rate rise. My ears started to pound without even hearing anything. I struggled on the cold surface wincing from the pain of just moving. As my sense of sight started to sharpen I could make out a white figure rapidly growing larger. My sense of hearing not fully functional distorted the sounds my brain tried to rapidly process. Not only did I hear the pounding but a voice. It was faint and soft, almost comforting but I didn't recognize the voice. I tried to move my mouth as if to cry out but I couldn't make out any sounds other than the alien voice. When I struggled harder the figure held me down. It tried to calm me but I was panicking my mind wasn't wherever I was, it was back a week ago with the ice and snow. The voice got louder which only worsened the pain in my ears. Two more figures soon appeared and helped the first to hold me to the cold, hard surface while trying to calm me. I cried out again only to hear a faint yelp. The panic didn't help my dulled senses and only fueled my fear. I remember being held to that cold surface for what seemed like forever trying to call out to anyone to save me from my waking nightmare. No answer came. As I fought off the white figures all I could think of were my Mom and Dad. All I wanted was to see them. If I could see just one glimpse of them I'd know that I was safe. I searched as much as I can for either of the brunets, just to see more white. I struggled for so long I didn't stop until I passed out. As my limbs started to ace more from moving and the pain in my back got worse and worse I just got tired. I didn't want to give up believing that I was still stuck with the ice and snow I fought to get away from it, to find my Mom and Dad, to find Courage, and to get away from the violence. When I ran out of energy and it hurt too much to simply move a finger I slowly stopped fighting. When the energy ran low so did the fear and my senses finally started to make sense. I heard a voice, the same voice but no longer distorted or drowned out by a pounding in my head. It wasn't either of my parents but the voice was familiar enough to me. All it took was one simple sentence before I could drift to sleep peacefully. Right before my energy reached zero the voice said on simple sentence to me.

"It's OK Amy, you're safe now your Mom and Dad are waiting for you outside."

I managed to get one short reply out before surrendering to my fatigue.

"Thanks, Nuwse Joy."