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Dry your tears chapter 27

Amy's p.o.v

I barely blinked the whole time. It seemed like any stretch of muscle would tear my skin apart. Xander made sure any bruises were covered physically, but they'd never be mentally. I was struggling to understand why so many people were here. Vera wasn't good to me...how could she have had this many people attending her funeral?

Dark eyes glanced at me every so often. Whenever questions of her cause of death arised, Xander would murmur into their ear. He was finding some way to blame me without revealing her overdose of drugs. I knew more than better to object to whatever he was saying.

So, here I stood, painfully close to Xander as her coffin was wheeled into the ground. Xander placed a firm grasp on my shoulders; to which I shut my eyes and let a tear fall. Not for Vera, but for my pain. Inside and out. Xander gave me a loving rub. Only for show. I hadn't slept for the past three days. Night after night getting more beatings. Each one even worse than the last.

The crowd all together was a thick cloud of black. Black clothing and umbrellas for sorrow. This could have been my funeral. A large sized picture of Vera stood on a holder as her body lowered. She looked...different. Her quills flowed, her eyes brushed with makeup, her lips a soft, rose pedal pink. Was it possible that she was a good person before she met Xander? A part of me wanted to know their story, but that was a very small percentage.

I winced as a hand patted my shoulder. I turned slowly with my teeth clenched to see the same two girls from school and the hospital. What was it, Krise and Alicia?

"What is it?", I murmured; more so out of pain than anger.

Krise waved her pencil and pad slightly. I shook my head, trying desperately not to cause a scene. I was in enough trouble as it was with Xander. Krise shouldered her way closer to me and leaned in to whisper.

"What do you have to say about the death of your mother-"

"She's not my mom."

"...your guardian?"

Out of fear, I refused to make eye contact with her. I only tried my best to mumble loud enough for her to hear. "I don't have anything to say."

"Oh you have to have something to say. Come on..."

"I thought I told you before I don't want anything to do with your supposed documentary or whatever of my life. There's nothing to reveal, say, or even think about." My voice was becoming shakier by the minute. Sadly, she persisted.

"We see what you go through at school. I know you go home and cry. I know you're hurting inside, and you feel like no one can help you."

I stayed silent, hoping she would give up.

"You know, they laid that guy to rest yesterday. The one you saw burn at the gas station. Thankfully, their security cameras weren't working at the time and the angle you were from, the hospital camera didn't see you either."

My fingers began to slip out of eachothers grip. 'Thankfully'? Whoever his family was, they would have no idea for the rest of their lives what happened to him. And it was all my fault. Krise's voice faded out as I closed my eyes. Hot tears stung my cheeks as they waded down my face. Alicia noticed and put her arms around me, only burning my skin further.

I screamed.

Alicia jumped back and instantly all eyes were on me. Xander growled lowly under his breath. Krise stood in front of me and murmured.

"We can do this another time if-"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANOTHER TIME. LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR LITTLE SCANDAL!"

Gasps and whispers rushed through the crowd like a wild fire. Xander's grip on my shoulder tightened as he yelled out.

"It's alright everyone! She's just a bit hysterical after losing her mother. She meant so much to Amy and..."

I balled up my fist at Xander's fake speech. I mumbled, "She's not my mom".

"Vera and I have been such doting parents to Amy ever since she was born..."

I clenched my teeth as his grip tightened; a warning not to say anything. Now he was lying to them. I wasn't with them when I was born, and these people were buying it. Looking at Xander with sympathy and what not. Krise and Alicia too looked at me with deep sorrow in their eyes. More tears fell and my lip quivered. My teeth clenched tighter as I ripped myself from Xander's grasp. He's lied on me, beat me, insulted me,...but he was NOT going to sit here and talk as if he were my actual parent. As if Vera was my actual mother.

"SHE'S NOT MY MOM!"

Xander stopped speaking and looked down at me. The crowd began to murmer again. "SHE'S NOT MY MOM, SHE'S NOT MY MOM, SHE'S NOT MY MOM!"

In a fury, I ran over and kicked down the enlarged size picture of Vera. More gasps ran through the crowd as I pushed the picture over her coffin that was now in the dirt. Grumbles of disapproval swept around me, but I didn't care. I shouldered my way through the crowd and ran. I ran. I ran not intending to stop. Krise and Alicia called out to me, while a crowd gathered around Xander for support.

I kept running, ignoring my heart burning the longer I ran. I couldn't stand there...and listen to the lies. Not about my parents. My breathing became shallow, but I didn't slow down. The edges of my vision began to gray. I kept pounding on. I wouldn't...give up...

Shadow's p.o.v

I watched the funeral from a far, watching those pathetic people listen to whatever that hedgehog was rambling about. Sonic was there...somewhere. I know he was. And that pink girl, she's there too, but why? She was shaking. Someone was whispering to her and by the looks of it, she wasn't happy.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANOTHER TIME. LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR LITTLE SCANDAL!"

My eyes widened as her soft voice rang throughout the small field. I squinted my eyes as the hedgehog next to her said things. Probably explaining her outburst. My ears flicked up as I spotted Sonic on the other end of the crowd. I knew he would be here.

A deep growl vibrated through my chest. I came out of my hiding, and began running to the crowd. A series of yelling from the pink girl rang out again. Something fell over, though I'm not sure what. My priority was getting to that faker and beating the crap out of him.

I skidded to a stop as I saw her running away from the funeral. She was looking right at me, but didn't seem to notice. Her steps became more and more disoriented until finally, she collapsed. I raced up to her and kneeled down. She looked at me for a brief moment then fell out cold.

"Hmmmm..."

I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Sonic was running this way. I smirked at him and raced off, far away.