Chapter One:

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I awoke to the awful noise of our smoke detector. I groaned and got out of bed to see why it was beeping. "Dad, if that's you trying to cook again," I began, only to be interrupted by the sudden flames beginning to come out of the door to the basement. "D-dad?" I stuttered. I slowly walked over to the door, and set my hand on the warm handle, slowly turning it. As soon as the door opened, flames exploded all around the kitchen, surrounding me. I was frozen, horrified.
I half expected my dad to come out of the bathroom, or to come in the front door with my mother, something, anything, just not downstairs. The heat of the fire was starting to get to me, and it was closing in on me. The orange and yellow flames were turning black, and soon I passed out.

I awoke outside of my house, with a police man by my side, asking if I was alright. I looked around. My mother was crying near the entrance to my house. The fire had gotten much, much bigger, my entire house was now on fire. I looked at the police man in horror. "Where's my dad," I asked, unable to see him anywhere.
The police officer looked down, "he never made it out, I'm sorry."

My eyes shot open as I sat up, out of breath. I looked around my dark room, and sighed. Another nightmare. I laid back in bed, trying to go back to sleep.

Hi, my name is Amy Rose. About six years ago the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. My dad died when my house caught on fire. My mother got so depressed, she couldn't handle having me, so she sent me off to live with my aunt and uncle. I wasn't allowed to say goodbye to any of my friends. They all probably think I died, too. Anyways, a month ago my mother committed suicide, so I have no hope of ever getting out of here. Ever.
When I lived with my parents we never had any contact with my aunt and uncle. They aren't nice, at all. My mother knew that when she sent me here, she had always thought it was my fault that my dad died in the fire. She'll always want me to suffer for killing him, which is why she sent me.
I'm a maid here, I do everything there is to do here, and more. My aunt gives me the most ridiculous list of chores, it keeps me busy all day and sometimes all night, and my uncle is usually away on business trips, but when he gets home he makes up any reason to abuse me.
I like to think of my life as a living hell. I mean, there's nothing that great about it. I have two friends: Shadow the Hedgehog, and Tikal the Echidna. I only get to see them during lunch at school, which is about an hour. We have a few classes together, but we're not aloud to talk or we'll get detention, and I can't afford with all my chores.
All I have to look forward to is the day I get out of here, and by the looks of it, won't be anytime soon.

A/N: This is pretty short because I basically suck at writing the beginning of a story. The further I get, the better and longer it'll get. So, subscribe if you want ^-^