Of course this chapter is short...im at school after all. Reviews are appreciated if any of my readers are still there. I doubt it since I've taken so long, but like I said before I ran away cause I was a coward but I'm back and more determined than ever. Umhm...a recap...Amy has a terrible life with foster parents her aunt dumped her with...now she's heading back home to the foster parents (Xander and Vera) cause her aunt dragged her out for trying to find out more about her mother. Krise and Alicia are still trying to get Amy to open up. Yeah...basically that's it. Or you can skim through previous chapters...I'm blabbering. Moving on. I'm wondering if I still got it...the talent to write a FanFiction. Let's see.
Amy's p.o.v
I hate this town. There's nothing here for me, so why do I stay?! I just wanted answers. My own aunt threw me out of her home. It's probably my fault Cream is in the hospital. Everything is my fault. Its my fault Xander shot Ace. Its my fault him and Vera both beat me. Its my fault my parents died. Everything is because of me. I...it's always been me. I ran over to a tree and punched it as hard as I could. I punched it over and over and over again, my knuckles drawing blood steadily. Stars began appearing over head as dogs howled far off.
"STUPID STUPID STUPID! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! WHATS WRONG WITH ME! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT. I'll never do anything right!" I kicked the tree as hard as I could. I fell to my knees blinded by my hot tears. "What's wrong with me..." Curling up, I clutched my head with my finger nails. "I'll be a good girl. I'm not bad... I'm not bad." I kicked and screamed as more tears began running. "I'M NOT BAD. ILL BE GOOD. SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASE...I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HELP...HELLLLLLPPPPP!"
Aunt Jackie's p.o.v
Who taught her such manners. To go through my belongings! I kneeled down as I cleaned up any files, pictures, and papers out of place. One picture of my sister fell out. My eyes widened as I focused in on it. She was holding Amy in her lap...the wind blowing through their hair as she held tightly on her hat. "Why'd you have to leave that night...I didn't mean to do it...you had everything... everything I wanted." Anger choked my heart as I chucked the picture at the wall. The glass shattered from the frame as the picture slid halfway out.
Dragging myself over to it, I clutched it tightly. "You're gone now. Don't haunt my dreams any longer. Get out of my head...why do I keep thinking about you." My eyes swelled as I held back tears. I stumbled to the kitchen as I grabbed a small igniter. "No...not any longer. Not any longer." I held the picture a few inches from the flame. The flame danced under the picture, slowly catching it. "Not any longer..."
I threw the picture in the fireplace and watched it blacken. I hurried to the closet to get any more pictures I could manage. "Not any longer..."
short...but something to read. Sorry. I really suck.