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The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room as Amelia stirred from her slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself alone in the empty bed, a pang of disappointment gnawing at her insides. With a heavy sigh, she ran a hand through her tousled hair, her gaze drifting upwards to the ceiling above.
A sense of unease settled over her as she grappled with the conflicting emotions churning inside her. Despite her efforts to suppress them, the nagging feeling of apprehension lingered, urging her to confront the uncertainty that loomed on the horizon. With a deep breath, Amelia pushed herself up, the mattress creaking softly beneath her weight as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Lip was nowhere to be found, his absence a stark reminder of the events of the previous night. Despite the difficult circumstances he had faced, Amelia had been there for him, offering support and understanding in his time of need. Yet now, she found herself grappling with her inner turmoil, the weight of her emotions threatening to consume her.
Determined to find solace amidst the chaos, Amelia made her way to her closet, retrieving a small jar of black paint and an assortment of brushes. With careful precision, she arranged a chair beside her bed, the tools of her craft laid out before her like a makeshift altar.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia dipped her brush into the vibrant hues of paint, her movements fluid and purposeful as she began to create. With each stroke, she lost herself in the rhythm of the brush, the canvas of her ceiling transformed into a tapestry of child-like stars.
Plopping down on her bed, she had looked up at it not wanting to leave her room to go downstairs. But knowing it was the right thing to do other than hiding in her room for the rest of the day. Opening up the door, she had pain on the white tank top she was wearing and pink shorts.
Making her way down the steps; Emmy was sitting on the couch watching something on MTV. "Teen Mom 2 is looking for people," Emmy had inquired causing Amelia to laugh and go to the kitchen to get some kind of cereal. "Couldn't Karen do that if she wanted to make money from the baby?"
"How did you know that?" Furrowing her eyebrows, knowing that she didn't say anything about why Karen was getting rid of the baby right after she was having it.
Shrugging her shoulders and going back to brushing her doll's hair. "Debbie told me, Carl sleep talks," said Emmy.
"Dad at work?" She didn't give a verbal answer, just nodding her head and continuing to watch whatever was on the television. "Welp, I'm going to go and check in on Fiona, with everything that happened with Monica." Grabbing her bright yellow jacket and putting it over her shoulders. "Don't open the door, if it's-"
"Not you, Logan or the police- got it." Emmy sent an innocent smile over to her finishing brushing her hair.
"There's cereal on the counter for you," Amelia had closed the door behind her and started to make her way next door knowing they also had a rough night. Monica trying to kill herself inside of the kitchen, with the children witnessing it.
