Hollowed Eyes
By: Azurian Dreamer
Author's Notes: Just something to keep this area open. Read, and then, if you
wish, review. Thank you.
Discalimer: I do not own Judging Amy. If I did, the show would no longer be
running.
All the faces that I see today are sad. Hollowed eyes of children, eyes that have seen far too
much. If fear for my own child when I see them, fear that she may someday be hurt like that, and
while I fear, I know that I would never hurt her as these young ones have. I listen to the begging
and pleading of one woman, a woman who has no right to be a mother, and I watch the child, one
with dead, yet hungry eyes.
Hurt. The hurt radiating from this being fills me and I struggle not to cry. I glance to Bruce, my
silent strength in places like these.
Everyone has stopped their words, and now I must decide. Not on what I feel, but what is best
for this little person. I have decided. Please, whoever is listening, let this be right. Right for
these hollowed eyes.
Author's Notes: Very short. Hope you enjoyed it. I had to think to write it, so it probably stinks. Oh well. Thanks, Byby,
~Azurian Dreamer