 Amy sat on the only empty bench, all around her people talked, friends from four years ago longer maybe. This was her third new school since August and it was only November. Every time she started out at a new school she was the outcast, the person no one wanted to talk to. Last month she had a friend named Courtney and they spend every waking moment together then she HAD to move!! Maybe just maybe it was for the best, but she always hated moving, and now since she started high school friendships were harder to form than ever! So what if her mom getting a promotion almost every month yeah it meant more money and a bigger house and just about every thing else they’d ever wanted, but that really didn’t help when every few weeks they moved, they’d never find a house they could settle down in. You should have seen what Amy had to go through having to move from Illinois, away from her family, friends, her life!! Her mother didn’t understand, she just kept moving every time she was offered a new higher paying job. When they lived in Illinois they’d had very little money and a promotion was a big help but now her mom was being a wanker! Perhaps it would have been worse if the last time she saw Mallory and Alicia would have been before they all left for college, and now they could still IM and email, so it wasn’t all that bad. Still the inseperatable trio felt as though nothing was as it should be, Amy on the other side of the country in Washington and them in Illinois there was a hole. Her mother never realized that her only child was becoming depressed, a shell of the once happy fun girl she once was, but that was what Amy wanted. Whenever her mother was around a mask was put on along with a very convincing act. Never would her mother now that her daughter was becoming an emo, wishing she were dead, no never as long as Amy wanted to hide it, it would be hid. In fact she even had a schedule, her mother worked till five and she got off school at three, so she’d run the eight blocks to her house and do what she wanted until four thirty when she babysat the little brat next door. Even at school she wore a mask to hide the fact that almost everything made her mad, made her want to cut herself. The way she figured it was that if no one care and no one knew it was fine, no lost no gain was her motto. Perhaps if she told her mom how she felt they’d stay here in Washington, but she couldn’t, her mother looked so full of life, bouncy as though she had a new life instead of her actual life?! Amy still led the same life, she went to church and went out on weekends, she had simply found another way to release any pain she was feeling. Her room was as always the same bright blue colour, yet another thing to keep everyone else in the dark. Her real life was under her bed a box filled with rock band CDs’, notebooks full of dark writings, and the peace to résistance… a shard of glass from their country home that reflected light in a rainbow if held right. The first few times the shard had been used it had hurt, anymore though it was a dull feeling and it didn’t register until she actually saw blood flowing from the shallow mark. Once the shallow marks the door slam shut. She ran towards her stereo shut off the music and rushed down stairs started to get deeper Amy was always wearing long sleeved shirts of bright colours even once she wore a purple black shirt her mother hadn’t ever seen. The sleeves covered the deep marks that could no longer be passed off as cuts from brambles or the cupboards at her rented house. No one suspected a thing since it was getting colder in the rainy state and all the shirts pretty much screamed Amy’s usual style. The day her mother came home early was one of terrible result; it was Wednesday at three thirty. Amy was lying stretched out on her bed listening to some random band she’d never heard before when she heard the door slam. Quickly she turned off the music and ran down the stairs to greet her mother. When she came to a halt at the first floor landing she turned and ran, her mother had been sitting on the couch kissing her assistant, Doug!! Amy knew she should be happy that her mother found someone she loved, it meant they’d be staying here, but she didn’t want her mother to date Doug of all people. Over the next few weeks her cutting became worse due to her mother bringing Doug home every evening and going out to dinner leaving her in the house without any food. She thought frequently about telling her mom her feelings, but there was nothing she could do the glass couldn’t. It was only six months later when Doug proposed; six months later that Amy took her life the very same day. It was around seven when he proposed, Amy was sitting on the couch with her mom when he got down on one knee and popped the question. They fell into a love-filled kiss and didn’t notice her slipping upstairs. No one would ever know why or how exactly she did it but the next morning when her mother went to wake her she was greeted by a spotless room. When she tried to wake her, her body was cold and unmoving, her daughter was dead. The police went through the room and found nothing and no autopsy was done, no one would know the cause except Amy… and that’s exactly how she wanted it.
Copyright 2008 Tyffn
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