Anthony took a seat in a cool, sofa chair and waited for Amy. He had no idea what she looked like, so finding her may be a problem. He thought Starbucks was a safe place to meet. It was
quiet, generally, and peaceful. He bit into his brownie as he spotted Amy, or at least he thought was her: short, thick and layered black hair, almond-shaped hazel eyes, chocolate colored skin, she was gorgeous and seemed to be looking for someone.
"Amy," Anthony called out. The girl turned and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Amy Winehouse," she stood to shake his hand. "I'm guessing you are Anthony Stevens? My mentor?"
"Correct!" He replied as he pulled his hand through his shaggy black hair. "I apparently have to ask you some questions from this sheet to start us off."
"Ask away."
"Full name?"
"Amethyst Rose Winehouse." Anthony paused.
"Amethyst?"
"Yep!" She showed off her white teeth.
"Do you mind if I call you that and not Amy?"
"Not at all."
"Okay good. It's a gorgeous name!"
"Thank you!" Amy smiled again.
"Okay so...sports?"
"Dance."
"Oh what type?"
"Jazz and Lyrical."
"Do you work?"
"At the Forever 21 in the mall. Wednesday-Saturday 8-12."
"At night?" He looked up from the sheet at her.
"I can take care of myself." Anthony laughed.
"Okay okay. I'm sure you can."
"Were...Were you getting worried?" Amy smiled slightly, her dimples showing.
"Nah," Anthony shook his head and she laughed. "Okay next question. You have immediate family?"
"A mom and older brother."
"How old is your brother?"
"Twenty-two."
"And what about your dad?"
"Died about three years ago." Amy looked away to the nearest window. "Car accident."
"Oh." Anthony thought of how to comfort her but didn't know what to do so he continued with the questions. "Um, why are you in this mentoring program?"
"Well this program generally partners with other places that help troubled kids, right? What do you think is wrong with me?"
"Well I..I can't tell by just looking at you." Anthony stuttered.
"Really?" Amy leaned in. "You mean you can't look at me, I mean look really deep, and see all my problems?"
"No one can do that."
"Are you sure? All my life people seem to think that they can just look at me and know my life. My story. My problems. They see my big house and don't think about the beatings that happen behind the walls. They see my hot ex boyfriend, ask why I broke up with him and don't know about how he verbally, physically, emotionally, and sexually abused me. They think I'm stupid for half the shit I do and don't know why." She pulled her hand out and showed him her scars. "Every single time the blade hit me, it was on top of the bruises someone else already gave me. It was my sick twisted way of covering those bruises. People don't understand that. They see some happy girl with a perfect life. When I finally tried to take my life, slit wrists in the shower, stomach filled with Tylenol, people started to see, but they barely scratched the surface. After all that I was admitted into this program about two months ago."
Anthony looked at her and smiled a little.
"Funny how two people can have such similar survival stories." Amy looked at him and smiled a little bit also.
"Are you serious?" Anthony nodded and Amy smiled bigger.
