Chapter 2
Morning Memories
Author note: Thank you for all of you who reviewed the last chapter
Amy arose the next morning to the sing of the blue jays and the hum of the humming bird that seemed to hover outside her window. Her sleepy eyes wandered around her room. After lying in her warm, silk sheeted bed for several minutes, she found the strength to get up and walk to her window. She drew back her silk white curtains. The warm, bright sunrays flooded her room. The warmth felt good on her tired body. She unlatched the once locked window. She grabbed the handles tightly and pulled the shutters open. She gracefully stuck her head out the window.
"No breeze today." She thought to herself.
She watched as the blue jays gather twigs and fallen leaves they could make their nests with. The fresh morning dew slowly and gently soaked into the velvet red petals of her rosebush that lay still in her small, but quant garden. I cool breeze blew around her head making her messy hair brush against her neck. Her curtains danced with the breeze.
"I guess I was wrong." Amy said with a small smile.
She paused noticing that she was smiling. She hadn't smile in a long time. It felt really good. Then she heard a rustling in the back of her head. She slowly turned around. The pages of an open book that lay on her dusty desk started to turn.
"Oh dear." Amy whispered as she watched them turn.
She backed away from the window and walked towards her desk. She looked down at the book that now lay still on her desk and gasped. Tears filled her eyes.
"No." Amy whispered.
The book that lay on her desk was her diary. The wind had blown to the page where she had taped in a picture of Sonic and her hugging under the giant maple tree that stood in front of her house. It was taken in the late spring a couple of months back. Amy looked away from the book and turned to her window. The birds were no longer chirping their small sweet songs. All she heard was the whistling of the wind running through the drainpipe under her window. Tears were streaming down her face now.
"No!" Amy said slamming the book shut in an angered sadness.
She griped onto the corners of the book very tight.
"I must forget about him!!" Amy squeaked dropping the book down on her desk.
She looked away from her desk not noticing the other papers that had lain on her desk had blown all onto her floor. She stumbled back over to her bed and slowly sat down on the edged. She lay down on her back and grabbed one of her large pink pillows with white lace trim around it. She griped it tight and pushed it against her quivering lips. She sighed and sucked back the tears. Not feeling any better. She took the pillow and pressed it against her whole face and screamed into it. She removed the pillow from her face and took a deep breath. She sat up and turned to her clock that sat on her nightstand next to her. It read 7:23.
"Well I guess I should get ready for the day. She said with a deep long sigh.
She really dint want to leave her safe and warm room or her cozy and comfortable bed. She walked back to her window and took another deep breath of fresh air before shutting and locking her window again. Her stomach growled and moaned, she grabbed her stomach, looked down, and sighed. She looked up again and smiled a small smile.
"I guess I should get something to eat first." She said turning to her door.
Note: At least she is smiling. She is getting there. Please feel free to review. Thank you.