A Broken Rose

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(Amy's pov)

I sob in my hands holding my stomach as it tightens up, What do I do now...? Sonic....was, no is my everything. I need him! I can't live without him.

(Narrator pov)

Amy starts to remember all the good times she's had with him. Movies, pinics, and just being around him. She grabs her hair tightly growling and pushes over her table, knocks over her library shelf, and scratches the cushions on the couch.

Amy walks towards the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and bottle of red wine, she pours the most of it in a glass and drinks it. The wine runs down her mouth towards her jacket and down into her bra. After drinking her first cup she then pours the rest of it into the glass and throws the bottle at her flat screen 65 inch TV. She laughs manically alittle and walks towards her drawer and opens it. The pink angry hedgie pulls out a professional cheif knife. She looks at her reflection as she slides her pointer finger down the blade of the knife with a smirk on her face.

"If I can't have Sonic...nobody does~" Amy then chugs down the rest of the wine and throws the glass down the hallway. She grabs her keys, walks towards the door and opens it. She leaves and closes the door slamming it.

(Sorrt it's kind of short I'm still going through the plot. By the way, I really truly love all of you guys thanks for helping me become a better writer I appreciate it greatly.)

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