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Dry your tears chapter 2

Amy's p.o.v

"And that's all that happened today. Goodnight, see you tomorrow." I closed my diary and put my sparkily pen away. I wasn't crazy...I just kinda found comfort in my journals. I had tons of them. Hidden all around this house.

"AMY! COME HERE!"

I sighed and made my way downstairs. "Yes?"

"What?"

"Yes sir?"

"You're sleeping in the laundry room tonight."

"Why?!"

"Excuse me?"

"May I ask why sir?"

"Because your mother and I found a piece of paper near your bed this morning. What did we tell you about staying clean?!"

"All young ladies will stay clean under this rooftop."

"Exactly. Now go on."

I sighed once again and made my way to the wash room. I already had a pillow and blanket hidden in there. You know it was funny how they want me to be so clean, yet all I usually smell is drugs, alchohol, and cigarettes. I didn't cry this time because I was really already used to this. I pulled out a journal from the vent on the cieling.

"Another sleepless night in the washroom. Goodnight."

I put the journal back up and tried my best to get comfortable on the hard tile floor. I didn't even eat dinner tonight. I could smell food coming from the kitchen. My mouth watered a little. Whatever it was, it smelt amazing. I heard footsteps coming towards the room.

My foster mom swung open the door holding a plate in her hands. "Here" She tossed the plate at me and walked off. I quicjly wiped the hot food away. I almost threw up at what I saw.

It looked like something that belonged in a dead animal. I pushed it to the side and layed back down. I don't even feel like a domesticated person...I never really did actually. Tomorrow was monday..meaning another five day week in hell. A.K.A school.

I began to cry a little. I don't know how much I can take anymore..I have to stay strong, but for what? Only to be more insulted? More cared less about? More bullied, more neglected? I only had one friend...sometimes i'm afraid she'll realise how much of a looser I am and ditch me. She wasn't even at school with me. She was in the hospital.

I promised myself I would go see her tomorrow and closed my eyes. "I wish I had someone to show me...someone to show me what it's like to be treated like a regular person. Someone to show me what it's like to be loved, to have friends,...to be...myself."

I guess I didn't really have a personality. I'm nothing but a puppet on strings. I let ither people control my life. I'm okay with that...Or...am I? I mean, it's not like I have much of a choice anyway, but dies that mean I still don't mind that all theae things happen to me? Ofcourse it does! Right...?

I held my head, already feeling a headache coming on. I need to stop thinking about these things. What do I have to stand for anyway? Nothing. That's what I have, and that's what I feel like, and that's what I am. Absolutely nothing.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep for the night, praying that i'd be able to endure the next day.

well...its not too short. Sorry i have things to do, but I just wanted to get this story on the road. Sorry for any mistakes, and thanks again for the support XD