"- Hello, this is Amy Rose and I couldn't answer your call at the moment, sorry. But you can leave a message on my answering machine because I will be sure to respond as soon as possible. Beep hihi."
The answering machine's voice echoed through the silent, dark house. The resident of the house didn't even have the strength to move her head towards the sound. Nausea kept swirling in her stomach, threatening to throw out what little food he had there.
"- Hi, Ames. This is your favorite person, you can already imagine who it is, huh, heh. We were thinking about going to old Chucky's ice cream shop soon, when I get back from my trip, how about that? I… I'll wait for you there, my beauty."
She remained motionless. She felt her eyes burn once again, it was the tears that insisted on running down her face. She wiped them with the back of her hand, trying to distract herself. The memories that haunted her endlessly continued to haunt her thoughts.
The touches, the pain.
"You are mine"
She got under the covers again trying, uselessly, not to let the memories return.
"— There's nothing you can do! Just stop resisting! — he growled. Fear was visible in her eyes."
No, no, no!
— It wasn't... — she whispered, defeated.
As much as she tried, fought desperately, it wasn't enough. Never was. It never would be.
What was done could never be erased or removed from her memory. It would forever be engraved on her. And would always be represented through the disgust that she would certainly feel throughout her life.
Sobs filled the silence again. And she gasped desperately for air in her lungs. Whenever she remembered, despair afflicted her soul in pain so great that it could possibly be compared to hell. Her soul wound was fresh and extremely painful. There was nothing that could cure her. At least not anytime soon.
Nobody saw her. No one would believe her.
But the suffering was suffocating her. Literally.
Not long after her sobs slowly calmed down, knocking on the door could be heard. But Amy was in no condition to assist anyone, to see anyone, much less to explain the bruises on her body, the purple spots on her neck and collarbone, or why her eyes were so red and swollen.
Silence would be the best response. She could only hope that the urge to vomit wouldn't show itself at a time like that.
— Ames? — Cream's voice sounded externally, bringing to her memory dialogues between her and her special someone. — Are you there, my dear?
"— Amy, I... — he scratched the back of his head shyly.
- Yes? You...? — Amy encouraged the hedgehog to continue.
—I'm in love — Sonic probed her reaction, lowering his gaze little by little.
Amy's heart, on the other hand, sped up and was about to come out of her mouth. What if he liked someone else?
— And... who would be the lucky one? — She tried to ask disinterestedly, even though she was afraid of the answer.
— For this chillidog you made. Heavens! Your hands are divine, girl! Amy sighed imperceptibly in relief. Sonic really had no way, he always messed with your heart whether he wanted it or not. Since school, even if she didn't notice."
Remembering Sonic made things seem more desperate because, even though they were best friends, she knew they were about to take their relationship a step further.
Everything went down because of the incident that insisted on tormenting her.
They wouldn't be able to take this step they both awaited. They couldn't even be friends. Or his life would be at risk. Not just his, but all her friends.
It was a dead end.
There was no escape, no chance, or anything that could help her in that situation.
[...]
Another sleepless night.
Tears that seemed endless.
More fear, sadness, pain and anguish.
She really was alone in this. No one could know. If anyone knew this, everyone would be in danger. Anxiety squeezed her chest mercilessly, not caring that she had already been locked up for three days.
She was dying, no one knew. Nobody could. Someone who infected others with her smile and animation and now... all that was left were photos sealed in portraits.
Sweat ran down her body, just as crying did on his face.
Although, that was just the beginning. Soon he would come to get her. And there was nothing that could be done about it. This time, Amy was cornered. Alone. Doomed to suffering.
She had begged him to be allowed to take a few weeks, if not months, to say goodbye to her dear friends. So it was granted to her, but how was she going to say a decent goodbye to them if all she could do at the moment was cry until she was dehydrated?
The sun was already up, which meant it was lunchtime. Her stomach spoke out about this, but it was ignored. Rose didn't want to eat. Just thinking about the effort required to get up, find something to eat and chew was enough to keep her quiet. Better to stay there. What was a little hungry?
The solution to his problem was simple. The way out would be her death.
Her eyes watched the sharp and dangerous blade with immense desire, and her arm moved towards it, but was unable to reach it. Exhaustion took its toll on her and slowly, her eyelids grew heavy as the much-feared sleep took her to temporary rest.