Normal Pov:

Amy turned on the small, silver, stereo (alliteration is awesome) which sat beside her bed on a teeny, tiny mahogany nightstand. As soon as she turned it on she felt like bursting to tears:

I have wished before,
I will wish no more.

Love, look away!
Love, look away from me.
Fly, when you pass my door,
Fly and get lost at sea.

Call it a day.
Love, let us say we're through.
No good are you for me,
No good am I for you.

Wanting you so,
I try too much.
After you go,
I cry too much.

Love, look away.
Lonely though I may be,
Leave me and set me free,
Look away, look away, look away... from... me.

(song: Love, Look Away; Guy Haines)

Although it pained Amy to listen, she couldn't find it in herself to change the station. The song that came on next failed to lift Amy's spirits the least bit:

Knew the signs
Wasn't right
I was stupid for a while
Swept away by you
And now I feel like a fool
So confused,
My heart's bruised
Was I ever loved by you?

Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach,
Couldn't see
We were never
Meant to be

Catch myself
From despair
I could drown
If I stay here
Keeping busy everyday
I know I will be OK

But I was
So confused,
My heart's bruised
Was I ever loved by you?

Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach,
Couldn't see
We were never
Meant to be

So much hurt,
So much pain
Takes a while
To regain
What is lost inside
And I hope that in time,
You'll be out of my mind
And I'll be over you

But now I'm
So confused,
My heart's bruised
Was I ever loved by you?

Out of reach,
So far
I never had your heart
Out of reach,
Couldn't see
We were never
Meant to be

Out of reach,
So far
You never gave your heart
In my reach, I can see
There's a life out there
For me

(song: Out of Reach; Gabrielle)

Amy could take it no longer and threw her fist down on the off button. She then rotated to her left side pulling the sheets above her head. A weak hand emerged from the blankets feeling around for the light switch. As the room succumbed to darkness Amy dropped her hand and closed her eyes.


To: Amy Rose From: Sophie the cat Subject: Success!

I've done it! I must've tried on every pair of jeans on this whole pathetic planet, but I found…not one, but two fabulous fitting pairs of jeans. I know...awesome right? Totally.

So, you ok? I can't stand to see you all depressed it just isn't normal. The worst part is, I don't know how to help you. You're usually the one with all the answers to these kinds of situations.

Well, let me know if there's anything I can do.

Sophie


To: Sophie the cat From: Amy Rose Subject: thanks

That's sweet of you, really. I think I'll be ok though.

I emailed her, the shrink I mean. I know, but I'm desperate…and curious of what she has to say even if it does rhyme.

Amy


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Sophie the cat Subject: You've really done it now

I've seen Amy upset over you before, but never like this. She's actually thinking of going to a shrink. Well, what do you have to say for yourself mister?

I hope you're not happy.

Sophie


To: Miles Tails Prower, Knuckles the echidna From: Sonic the hedgehog Subject: Oh man

I think I'm in trouble. Amy's friend says she's really upset. I feel horrible about this whole thing.

Hey, if I go apologize to her, would you guys come along? I'm kinda afraid to face Amy alone, who knows what she could do with that mallet?

Please come with me,

Sonic


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Miles Tails Prower Subject: Oh, please

Come on Sonic, you're being totally ridiculous. Are you really afraid of Amy or could it be something else your afraid of?

Besides, Amy's temper isn't as bad as you might think. Maybe try a hug. That's really all she wants isn't it? Or maybe that's what freaks you out, these quaint little signs of affection.

I'm sorry to say this buddy, but you're on your own.

Tails


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Knuckles the echidna Subject: You're pathetic

Just suck it up you baby.

Knux


Normal Pov:

Amy entered room 307 apprehensively. The room was not big, but not small, the wallpaper looked like the kind you might find in you're grandmother's living room. In the middle of the room was a large mint green chair and in it sat a brindle (kinda brownish) colored owl. The owl gave a warm smile as Amy approached.

"Why, hello my dear! So wonderful to have you here!" Amy sighed a little at the corny rhyme and glanced at a long red coach upon which two other figures sat. One was an ivory colored raccoon who held a grumpy expression on his face. Next to the raccoon was a golden yellow skunk wearing a simple baby blue dress.

The skunk noticed Amy looking, "Why are you staring at me?" Amy's head jerked back startled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." The tension in the skunk's shoulders relaxed a little.

Sylvia motioned her wing towards them pointing to the skunk first, "This is young Eloise, poor little creature….suffers from paranoia, simply frightened by the slightest strange feature." The owl then motioned toward the raccoon, "This over here is Bernard, why don't you all shake hands and give each other your regard?" The three did so.

Sylvia went on, "Bernard likes to speak in Shakespeare style. Helps calm his anger for a while. Poor thing suffers from manic depression, was doing well until a most unfortunate regression." Amy thought to herself sarcastically, "Oh wonderful, we have Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss, such variety."

Amy took a seat in a chair across from Sylvia. The owl then pulled out a small electronic device, "Does anyone mind if I record this session, it is not a requirement of my profession." Everyone shakes their head no. "Splendid! Then let's get started with this meeting, now that we have said our greeting."

Tape Recording:

Sylvia: "Now Amy, in your email you expressed your forlorn feelings of love. Why don't you tell us some things about yourself, only then can we find what these feelings of love are made of."

Amy: "Where should I start?"

Sylvia: "How about family, that's a good start; very often the seed of a poison tree heart."

Amy: "Well, I don't exactly have what you would call a biological family. My mother…she passed away when I was four. And my dad, well…I haven't exactly seen him for a long time."

Sylvia: "My sincerest apologies for your loss, but perhaps this is the very log of which your distraught emotions sprout the moss."

Amy: "Um…I guess."

Sylvia: "Why such a troubled father-daughter relation? Was he lacking for you a true appreciation?"

Amy: "Well, this is sort of weird for me. I've never really told anyone this story before. Not even…"

Sylvia: "That's alright dear, just go slow. Absolutely no pressure, take deep breaths as you go."

Amy: "Uh, Okay. So, before…mother died there was no problem between my dad and me. After she was gone, he didn't talk to me much unless to yell at me for something totally stupid like turning the heat up two notches."

Sylvia: "A most grotesque form of denial. Such a silence is ignorance, a most doleful trial."

Amy: "So one day, he gets me up really early. He says, "Hurry up! Get dressed girl!" He practically throws me into our cheap station wagon and starts driving, meanwhile I'm so disoriented I'm like sleepwalking…"

Sylvia: "Go on with that. Tell us where you ended up at."

Amy: "I remember…a big dome like building, there were these really strange looking airplanes which were actually spaceships. So then, my dad points to one and says, "You see that Amy. You're gonna get to ride one of those." And well, me being only five, I stupidly say "wow" thinking it's some kind of amusement ride."

Sylvia: "And what happened after that? Now where did you wind up at?"

Amy: "The next thing I remember is arriving at this field and when I got off the spaceship there was this brown beagle waiting for me. He looked nice enough, but then again, anyone who didn't spit at me I pretty much considered nice."

Sylvia: "So, where did this nice fella take you? Was it someplace familiar or someplace new?"

Amy: "Not familiar at all, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. It was a Victorian house, kinda like the haunted house you see in all the movies, no less darker. So…we go inside and it's still really dark. The beagle guy is whispering something to me that I don't remember. Then came the scary rat lady or that's what I call her. I never actually learned her real name. Anyway, the beagle leaves and the rat lady lead me down this narrow hallway. I can still see my hands shaking that day. So, at the end of the hall is an old looking birch wood door, when she opens the door I almost jumped when I saw the room was full of other children, not much older than me."

Sylvia: "So an orphanage is what this place is, yes? Is this a practical guess?"

Amy: "Uh huh. So then the rat lady finally leaves. At this point I am like so distraught I run to the nearest corner and just start crying. I guess that's when I finally realized that I wasn't going home..."

Sylvia: "Take a deep breath my dear. I'm proud of you for being so sincere."

Amy: (sniffles) "So…so…after talking to this little duckling kid, I think his name was Charlie, I find out I'm on Little Planet at an orphanage called Eastwood Fields Fostercare."

Eloise: (addressing Amy) "Wait, if you lived on Little Planet then…how did you meet Sonic?"

Amy: "Sonic saved me from Eggman and the awful Metal Sonic. (gentle sobs) I remember how good if felt…for the first time, someone actually caring if I lived or died. I didn't want that feeling to ever go away."

Sylvia: "There, there dear, blow into this tissue. I believe we're already close to solving this issue."

Amy: "Yeah, I guess…that's why. That's why I love or think I love Sonic. I just wanted to someone to care if I could breath or not.

Bernard: "Perhaps think Sonic thou art an infectious, ditsy-brained, hugger-mugger."

(a/n: I know today this is grammatically incorrect, but Shakespeare often reversed subject and verb)

Eloise: (addressing Bernard) "Well, perhaps thou art a bootless, dizzy-eyed, foot-licker."

Sylvia: "Now, now…settle down you silly ones. No need for taunts or jeering puns."

Amy: "He's got a point though. It's not fair for me to put Sonic through all these torturing hugs, even if my life is a mess I shouldn't have to go and screw up someone else's."

Sylvia: "Sometimes the vines of life are not as entangled as one may think. It takes time, effort and patience for these things to disentangle, to straighten the angle, only then will your problems shrink."

Amy: "I guess…"

Sylvia: "The past can be such a dividing aisle. Amy…I believe one day you and your father will reconcile."

Amy: "Maybe..."

End Tape Recording.


A/N: Thanks to all reviewers! I really appreciate it and you know what? I usually look at the profiles of people who review so if you review odds are I will look at one of your stories. Thanks a million!