Amy Rose - Journey Through Life

Chapter 2 - Motivation

*Third person POV*

The same schedule and habits contain Amy in an unhealthy life-style. She wakes late in the afternoons, barely fed by the snacks her friends bring to her. She cries and screams in anger and sadness. Her friends hear the yelling and it breaks their heart. How could their friend, so full of joy and energy, be broken so gravely? They tried day after day to talk, to motivate. But when they try, they see her eyes; dull and as though not there. They tried not to give up, but it was clear Amy wasn't going to be persuaded that easily.

Sonic looks at the cottage; once open and inviting, now closed off and unfriendly. He shakes his head in disappointment. He thought that letting her down slowly was the best way, but it only made her more determined; and that led to her heartbreak being much, much worse. He didn't know what to do or say; he was never the best with words. He realized that the best way for Amy to recover was for her friends to soothe her. He wasn't needed, not for the time being anyway. He ran off, a trail of dust evaporating to the clear air.

*Cream POV*

I sigh after another failed day of trying to get Amy back. It hurts my heart; seeing my friend in such sadness and failing to make her better, to smile. I want to talk about this with my mom; she always seems to have more experience in all kinds of situations then I do. As I enter my house, my mother picks up on my mood.

"Amy's still not talking to you guys?"

"Mom, I'm really worried. Its been a week at least. She keeps getting worse and worse. We heard her wail in the morning; we think she's been having nightmares..."

"Oh dear... I know you guys think she'll budge eventually, but why don't I have a talk with her, see if I can do anything for her?"

"You can try..."

Vanilla frowned. Cream was usually optimistic about Vanilla reaching out to Amy. If she wasn't sure about the idea, things were a lot worse than she claimed.

*Amy POV*

My dreams turn into my memories. Sonic and the other girls. My every attempt failing over and over again. My dreams have turned against me; everything has turned against me. My books, my crush, my dreams. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm constantly in a pain of maze, every direction leading to more torture. I feel as though happiness was an illusion; a fake image to keep you from realizing the true darkness in the world. I want to scream all my emotions to someone; I need to talk to someone; to have re-assurance the world isn't against me, that I'm not going insane (be honest Amy; you probably are at this point, yelling and screaming in the middle of the night). Then, I realize that I've been pushing my friends away for days, if not weeks. Now, because of my foolish actions, I have no-one. Tears threaten to fall. I let them, my sadness taking over me completely.

Then, in between my heavy breathing, I heard it. A small knock on my door. My eyes widen, and I start feeling the tiniest spark of feeling of hope. I composed myself. Showing emotion is what got me into this mess in the first place. I sit up in my bed, and look at the mess around me. I shrugged to myself, and quickly told the person,

"You may come in."

As the door opened, I saw Vanilla. She entered with a basket of her famous cupcakes, and some loaves of soft, freshly-baked bread. Her eyes looked from the mess to me. Her eyes were warm and inviting. She sat down in my bed, and put the basket between us. I realized that she was the best person for this; she wasn't close with Sonic, but she wouldn't be biased. She would give the best advice. I give a tight, small smile. It was the best I could do, considering the hot mess I'm being currently.

She smiles warmly at me, and waits. That's something I love about Vanilla; she's one of the most patient people I know, unlike some blue hedgehog. I grimaced, realizing who I just thought of. 

"Thank you for the cupcakes and bread. I haven't found the energy to make myself a decent meal."

"It's not a problem at all Amy. I can cook you meals if you want; I know your struggling."

"It's okay, you already have Cream to take care of; I wouldn't want to impose myself."

"It's more than okay, its not the slightest bother."

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help."

"It's the least I could do."

"Vanilla?"

"Yes?"

"Can...I give you a hug?"

"Of course!"

I jumped into her arms. This was the first time I even thought about opening up to someone, much less actually do it. But I can't just keep doing this anymore. I needed help. I couldn't keep the tears or the situation. I started explaining the best I could between my tears and breathing. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. I explained how I felt like junk and I didn't want my friends to know. I didn't want them to worry. I didn't want them to go to Sonic. She listened to all of this, and when I felt I couldn't go on, she didn't force me. We sat in silence; no words needed or wanted to be said. After a few minutes, I found myself falling asleep. When she noticed, she smiled slightly. She put a blanket over me and walked away.

*Third Person POV*

A dark-haired mouse came from a truck with a dull sign exclaiming "UPS". He walked towards the door of the cottage, and set a big brown package at the door. He rang the doorbell and calmly walked away.

*Amy Rose POV*

I hear the doorbell ring and awake from my peaceful slumber. I see a package arrive, and I shove it inside with a confused face. I never recalled ordering something. I opened it to see black, baggy clothes and skirts. I become even more confused. I've never ordered black clothes before. Then I get a text message.

Rouge: I thought you might want to wear more comfy clothes. And black makes it harder to stain ;).

I was surprised at how friendly Rouge was being. And now that I think about it, dark clothes are  perfect. I decided to text her back.

Amy: Thx. You wanna get some ice cream tmr?

Rouge: Absolutely, though I might just order a lemonade; I'm currently doing a diet.

Amy: That's ok. We can just go to a restaurant or som.

Rouge: I can order some fast food and bring it to your place.

Amy: Sounds good. 1 pm?

Rouge: Sounds perfect.

Amy: Alr. I'm gonna go sleep now. Bye

Rouge: Bye.

*Rouge POV*

I smiled. Pinkie was being careless. Too bad I have to bring her to Eggman though; I would have enjoyed some salad. But, as always. The jewels come first.