Just so no one's confused, this has no relation to any of my other stories. Is is really necessary that I mention none of the Sega characters are owned by me? Soo...on with the show, er...story. Enjoy!
Amy-18, Sonic-21, Tails-14, Cream-13
Amy put her hand to her forehead slightly exasperated. On the other side of the desk was a charcoal grey rat with a crooked nose. Supposedly, he was an attorney. He appeared confused, "I'm afraid I don't understand something Miss, why would you file for a restraining order on yourself?" Amy's eyes narrowed, but not with anger, it was more or less a combination of sorrow and emptiness. She spoke softly, "It's sort of a valentine's gift for someone." The rodent scratched his head, puzzled.When observed closely he resembled one of the Muppets (I forgot that one's name). "Well, it sure is original, I'll give you that." He said sarcastically, "This year for Valentines Day, get your boyfriend a restraining order!" The rodent chuckled at the idea, "The best gift a guy could ever receive!" Amy just rolled her eyes and glanced at a nearby clock above the door. It read five minutes after two. She let out a sigh and returned her attention to the rat at his computer. He handed her several forms and pointed out the places which required signatures. Once she was finished the attorney placed the forms in a manila folder. He could not suppress his laughter as Amy exited the small office with whatever remaining dignity she still possessed.
Amy's walk home was a melancholy one. She was oblivious to the bird's singing, the sun's bright rays hitting her face, unaware of the breeze making her hair dance in the wind. Tomorrow would be Valentines Day. Amy once loved this holiday, but lately she'd been trying to give Sonic some space. Amy has finally come to the sad conclusion that she can't waste her whole life chasing a dream that will never come true. "It's what he wants, it's for the best." A tear slid down Amy's cheek.
Amy was nearing her house when she saw her neighbor Poppy Seed come out to check the mailbox. Poppy Seed is a chocolate brown squirrel with a huge bushy tail that appeared as if it received minimum maintenance. About the same time every month, he receives a letter from his wife Sylvia, who is currently in a rehab center for alcoholics. The reason that he doesn't go visit her is because Poppy has many children to care for and his wife understands that he cannot commit his time to only her. Sylvia isn't a bad woman, just someone who found refuge in the wrong places.She's tried to stop drinking plenty of times, but alcoholism is such a strong disease that poor Sylvia could not control it on her own. The two actually find it kind of romantic living this way; it sure gives Poppy something to look forward to. Amy forced a weak smile as she passed him to avoid any unwanted suspicion. He gave her a friendly wave. "Hey Amy, how are things going?" Amy returned his wave and almost squeaked as she spoke, "Fine." The squirrel examined her eyes for a moment as if searching for any sign of distress. Finally he waved again and said, "Good…well, see you around." They simultaneously nodded goodbyes and Amy moved on. As soon as she reached the door she quickly opened it without hesitation and rushed inside.
She tossed the folder on the couch and then sank to her knees in sobs. She had been holding the tearsback for hours; it felt good to finally let them out. Well, it felt a little better. Good might not be the right word. After sitting there for a long time, Amy dragged herself to her bed, but was too lazy and depressed to bother changing clothes.
Despite the little sleep she actually had last night Amy woke up bright and early. She felt somewhat better this morning as if her cries had emptied out all her sorrowful emotions. She nibbled at her burnt piece of whole wheat toast and then afterwards straightened out her quills so she wouldn't look as if she'd been sleeping in the streets. It wasn't until about ten minutes later when Amy finally seemed satisfied with her appearance. She breathed a deep sigh before slowly closing the large oak door behind her,pale yellowfolder in her hand.
Amy ambleddown the path in front of Cream's house. She paused for a second before knocking as if trying to decide ifshe should really go in.The door opened revealing a tall mother rabbit named Vanilla. "Why, hello Amy!" said Vanilla in a cheerful voice. Amy replied slightly less perky, "Hello." Amy just hoped that the mother would not sense the lack of confidence in her greeting. Cream, Cheese, and Tails sat at the kitchen table enjoying some buttermilk flapjacks, with whip cream and syrup of course. Tails and Cream nodded a hello in unison as Amy seated herself next to Cheese. "Happy Valentines Day Amy!" said Cream. Cream had such a cute little voice, it made Amy want to break down and cry then, but she refused to make her depression known. She was sick of always putting her burdens on everyone else. "I have to learn how to handle my own problems." Her thoughts were then interrupted by Vanilla. "Would you like some pancakes dear?" asked the mother rabbit,motioning toward the plate witha huge tower of pancakes. Amy politely declined, "I already ate." She thought back to the burnt piece of toast. No one seemed to notice Amy's manila folder and she was quite thankful for this.
Amy's thoughts were interrupted once again when a blue flash circled around them. Sonic came in so suddenly they hadn't even seen him sit down. "Hey," Sonic said casually. "Hello Sonic, would you like some pancakes," Vanilla asked politely. She would really make a perfect brunch hostess. Sonic nodded as Vanilla served him three pancakes. He quickly gobbled them down and helped himself to seconds. Cream eyed Sonic with concern, "You should slow down Sonic." Sonic paused from chewing momentarily. He swallowed and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry." Sonic shrugged and continued eating with a slower pace. Twelve pancakes later (pig) Sonic got up to place his dish in the sink. Amy pulled his arm, "Umm…Sonic, can I talk to you? Please." Sonic stared at her for a moment then nodded, "Okay Ames."
It was oddly warm for this time of year and everyone except Sonic and Amy went outside to take a longlook at the magnificent sunrise. Sonic had a peculiar look in his eye as he led Amy to a door down the hallway. Amy followed kind of subconsciously; she wasn't really paying attention to where Sonic was going. The door opened with a creak, it was dark inside the room and for a secondAmy wasn't sure they were still in Cream's house. She stepped inside only to hear the door shut behind her. Amy finally realized she was in the closet. That's when the reality of what just happened registered in Amy's mind. She turned the handle, but nothing. She was locked in. Tears fell down her cheeks like a river as she gave a single firm pound on the door. She sank to her knees in sobs, a scene that was all too familiar.
Is Sonic really that heartless? What will Amy do? Stay tuned...