Well, I got the next one finished because I had nothing better to do. Doesn't really help for my English when I have just been writing in German the whole time, and it doesn't help for my characterisation when I have just read a number of fics in another section, totally unrelated.
Well, hope you like it, and, like always, please read and review, and forgive me for the lapse in time.

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Amy stomped up to her room with the Vodka glass in her hand, being careful not to spill it, but at the same time to get fast away, from the people downstairs.
She could hear their cheery laughter. Their senseless chatter. She could feel their carelessness. Being together is all that matters.
Why don't I ever feel that, she asked herself.

Then she saw in her mirror.

Look at you, you ugly whore. Your hair is so ratty, look at it. There is dandruff all through it, the colour looks like the colour of a mouse's hair, it is all oily and greasy, and the ends are totally ruined.
And your face. Look at the marks of make-up used to cover up your horrible skin. The pimple scars are nearly bursting through the heavy layer of concealer and foundation. Your lips are so thin, and your eyes are the colour of a house's roof. Your eyes are covered in eye liner and mascara, and the mascara has run down, looking like you have been crying.
You have a double chin, and when you smile the double chin is even more obvious. You should stop smiling, because that is when everyone sees it.
You are so ugly.

She played with her hair for a while, seeing if it looked not quite so bad pulled up, or behind her ears. Nothing she did would change her mind about it though. She tried to clean away some of the mascara smudges, and tried to smile. A grimace came out.

After staring into the mirror for ages, she eventually realised she should move on. She wanted to cry at the sight of the person staring back, and she didn't even realise why.

Walking around her tiny apartment, she realised she didn't have anyone. No one loved her. No one would want to live with her, no one wanted to even work with her anymore.

It's true. They had all been avoiding working with her for the last few weeks.

She couldn't understand it, why. She asked the boss why they were avoiding her, why they didn't want to go do anything with her, finding suspects, but he just nodded it off. "Probably because they have to do other things Amy. Paranoia.

Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me. It is because they don't like you. They think you are ugly and stupid and boring. It isn't paranoia. He is just covering up for them.

Amy sat down on her bed and kipped down the Vodka. Gone. She took a look at the empty glass, and thought about going downstairs to return in to Chris.

Instead she reached under her bed, got out some scotch, poured it into her glass and drunk it.

The bottle was already half empty, and Amy hadn't had any visitors in a very long time. She drunk a few glasses more and got into bed.

She didn't eat anything, she wasn't hungry. She didn't even bother washing her face, or her skin. That would mean she would have to venture outside of her room. Going into the outside world is dangerous.

The world turned black as soon as her head touched the pillow on her bed. She didn't even realise that she knocked over the glass and bottle, thankfully shut.

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Amy rolled over in bed, just about wanting to kill whoever had got into her bed and was talking to her. She was ready, with her sleepy arms held out, as if trying to choke someone already.

She opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the sunlight shining in through the half open window.

She cast her eyes throughout the room, waiting for her eyes to fall onto the sorry soul who was talking to her. Look around the room she saw no one. Then her eyes fell onto her alarm clock, and gave it an evil glare.

7am. Time to get up. She shut off the alarm clock by banging it on the top and rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. Time to go to sleep.

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Why don't these idiot's ever learn not to talk to me?

She rolled back over and looked at her clock. She had obviously hit the snooze button, and twenty minutes later it had gone off.

Now she was going to be really late. Work starts at 8! Get up, get up!

With this enlightening realisation she jumped out of bed, relieved to be wearing her clothes already. She wasn't feeling hungry, so therefore she didn't need the time to eat breakfast. She decided she needed to get some fresh air, to wake her up.
She put on her training clothes and went for a run in the cool morning air.

She pushed herself and pushed herself, like she did every other time she went running.

Every time, every time she would push and push. It is like a form of punishment. Had a bad day, go for a run. Push yourself. 10 kms is enough, to burn the fat out of your ski for the day Amy.

Every time when she got back, she was always so exhausted. She always wanted to collapse on her bed, eat something, drink, havea shower.

But, it is a form of punishment for her horrible life.

As soon as she got home, even though she was exhausted, she put on her clothes for work and headed back under, thorugh the pub. She put the glass on the bar, avoiding eye contact with Chris, and walked out the door, strolling in the direction of the station.

On the way there, it struck her.

You are fat! No wonder your life is so horrible! You can't do anything right because your legs are so fat, and they wobble when you walk. Your belly sticks out, that is why you always wear those funny suits, in an attempt to cover it. Your backside probably jiggles when you walk. That's why no man is interested in you at all.
You're so stupid, how could you have not realised that before?

When she got to the station she walked into her office and slammed the door. The whole station looked thorugh the glass windows, but she just turned her back on them and pretended not to see their stares on her back.

"Something isn't right with Amy lately Kelly" Susie said, worried about her fellow female employee.

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Well, that is everything for now.

I am really into writing this story, I am actually enjoying it! Interesting character to write, this "new Amy."

Tell me what you think, what do you think should happen?

Anything that you say will be welcome!

Vera