Amy's POV:
I woke up in my bed with my dad sat in a chair by my bed. I sat up really fast but dad pushed me down. "No Amy. Stay down. You need to rest. Do you remember last night?" He said to me, his hand still on my shoulder. "Um... No?" I said. "You were attacked. You have lost a lot of blood" Dad said. I froze. "Daddy... I'm scared" I said like I did when I was five years old. I thought there was a monster under my bed. My dad came in and saw me shaking like a maraca. He smiled at me when I told him I thought there was a terrifying monster under my bed. I asked why he was smiling and he said that he was the scariest monster I would ever meet and that he would protect me forever. After that, I was never scared again. Well... until now. "Why baby?" He asked, kneeling in front of me while I was sat crossed legged in bed. I started to cry and Dad looked worried "I am causing so much trouble" I said and nibbled on my jumper sleeves. "I am destroying everything that you and the rest of your family have built up here. I can't even do a simple cheer leading show without hurting myself. I am meant to be a miracle and yet I am a disappointment" I said, tears streaming down my face. I was tearing at my jumper and ended up cutting my skin. Dad grabbed my wrist. "Amy. Look at me" He said, still holding my wrists. "You are a lovely, amazing girl and an asset to this family. You made me a better man" He said as he wiped away my tear and brought me in for a hug. i smiled to him "I want to get up" I said. "NO!" "Come on. I'm fine. honestly dad" i said "NO! Thats final. get some rest"" He said as he walked out of my room. This is ridiculous.