She heard the whispers, the heartbreak, the loneliness.
She heard the secrets, the hopes, the stories.
She listened to the hatred as it blew through branches and over lakes.
She listened to the words, the thoughts, the actions.
She was never given kindness, happiness, friendships.
She was stripped of a family, of gentle words, of love.
She was the victim of bullying, the abuse, the knives.
She was a rose growing through ice and barren lands.
She heard everything.
Everything.
But she never made a sound.
A story of Amy Rose maturing, no longer a love-sick fan but a dear friend of Sonic. I might make a sonamy story with this version of amy; that is up to you guys. This is my first story, so don't forget to comment some mistakes. I also want this story to be in character, so if its turning away from a character, please let me know.
This is just my first draft, and its subject to change.