Dear Death Diary

One - One - One

It was the first day of hell.

New school, new house, new family, new everything. Again.

As if being brought into this world by accident, then given to strangers to take care of me wasn't bad enough, I had already lived with seven different families. No one can put up with me for too long.

I was severely depressed. Suicidal. I didn't have any friends. I didn't want any. What good are they? All they do is stab you in the back.

I looked at my clock. Seven thirty.

Emotionlessly, I got out of bed and did my usual morning routine.

At quarter after eight I was ready to go to my new school.

I wore a long sleeve black shirt, as I did everyday to hide the cuts all up my arms, along with black skinny jeans and black converse. I had my eyes buried in a large amount of black eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Before leaving the house, I glanced over at the calendar hanging on my door. It was September sixth. "Three more months," I whispered to myself.

I headed downstairs, grabbing my skateboard before heading outside.

Trying my best to remember where my new 'parents' had said the school was, I hopped on my board and headed down the street.

Thankfully, I remembered the school's location perfectly and got there in no time. Entering the

school, I got off my board and carried it.

I followed a sign which read 'office' with an arrow pointing down the hallway to the left. I found myself in front of a large wooden door, unlike any of the other doors. I slowly opened the door, making sure I was in the right place.

"Good morning, can may I help you?"

I looked over at the old lady behind the tall desk. What was this, a drive thru? Obviously I wouldn't be here if I didn't need something.

"Yeah, I'm new. I need a schedule, or whatever."

"Alright, what's your name, sweetie?"

"Amy Rose. Don't call me sweetie."

"Alright," she said as she typed on the keyboard of her computer. She clicked the mouse a few times, and the printer suddenly started printing something. "There you go, Miss Rose," the lady said, smiling.

"Thanks," I muttered, taking the freshly printed piece of paper, and heading out.

I blew on the paper for a second to make sure I wouldn't smudge the ink, before studying my classes.

Math, Science, Gym and History. Wow, what fun subjects. I rolled my eyes and began to search for room 238. I looked at the door closest to me: 124.

I walked up and down the hallways, following the numbers on the doors as they got higher. Finally, on the upper floor of the school I managed to find room 238.

I looked back down at my paper. Science was in room 244. That didn't sound too far.

I headed off to find the science class, when the bell rang. I mentally groaned, turning back to go

to math class. Suddenly I hit something, and fell backwards.

"Fuck," I yelled. I looked across from me to see a blue hedgehog also sitting on the ground. "Sorry," I muttered, standing up.

"My fault. I'm sorry,"he gave an apologetic smile as he gave me my backpack.

"Whatever," I said, walking away. I opened door 238 and walked in to the back right hand corner of the room, sitting down.

After five minutes of people entering the room, the second bell rang.

"Alright class! We have a new student here today. Her name is Amy Rose. Amy, why don't you stand up and say something about yourself?" the teacher said, sitting on the desk at the front of the room.

"I'd rather not," I said coldly.

"Miss Rose, I asked you to stand up and say something about yourself -"

"Yeah, and I said no," I interrupted.

"Miss Rose, either you stand up or go to the principals office."

I took a minute to weigh my options. If I went to the principal's office, word would get to the strangers I lived with. They wouldn't be very happy. They'd kick me out sooner than later. God, I hated moving. With an eye roll, I stood up. "Alright. I have pink fucking hair." I sat back down, putting my feet up at the desk.

Every set of eyes were on me. I didn't care. I always got awkward stares, it wasn't anything new.

"Amy!" the teacher almost yelled. She looked horrified.

"What? You got what you wanted, turn around and teach this stupid class." I examined my black painted nails, no longer paying attention.

"Hey again," a voice said.

I looked over at the person in front of me. It was that blue hedgehog Iran into earlier. I raised at eyebrow, semi-ignoring him.

When he opened his mouth to speak, I quickly interrupted him, "the teacher is talking. Don't talk."

- X -

"That was awesome," a somewhat familiar male voice said. I ignored whoever it was, not interested in him. "So, I'm Sonic," he continued.

I looked over at him. He was that blue hedgehog from earlier. I looked away from him, still

not even remotely close to being anywhere near interested in him or anything he had to say.

"So, uh. Where'd you move from?"

"None of your business, Sonic," I snapped. He was so nosy, and annoying. I couldn't even describe how much I despised annoying, nosy people.

"Alright, understandable."

"Leave me alone, alright?" I said before turning into my next class.

- X -

Dear Death Diary:

First day of school. It sucked. Surprised? Some dumbass teacher wanted me to say something about

myself. After an argument, I finally said my hair was fucking pink. It's something, right? I wasn't about to say something about myself to a whole bunch of insecure, pathetic judgmental teenagers.

The next classes went pretty much the same as the first. The teachers wanted me to say something about myself, and I didn't. Why should I? No one even gives a fuck about anything I would have to say.

Some stupid blue hedgehog followed me around most of the day asking questions. He was so fucking annoying, I wanted to strangle him. What part of 'none of your business' was so hard to understand?

"Amy! Dinner is ready!" a voice called from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes, as I finished writing in my book.

I have to go. The strangers I live with want me to eat.

Three more months.

-Amy Rose.

I closed my black book, and slid it in between my box spring and mattress. I then walked downstairs, not caring what these people had cooked tonight.

I couldn't even remember their names. I had lived with too many people. I move in one day, stay a little while, get kicked out. I hated it. Surely someone out in this big planet had to be able to

tolerate a suicidal teenager?

I walked into the kitchen, looking at the man and women who sat on both ends of the table. In the

middle, sat an empty chair, with an empty plate on the table. I looked over at the food on the table. Chicken.

"I'm not hungry," I frowned, shaking my head as I watched the man shove the poor dead animal in his mouth.

"Oh, come on. You haven't eaten anything all day. You must be starving," the woman said.

"I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh..."

I looked back over at the disgusting man who was still eating the dead chicken like there was no

tomorrow. He had both hands holding the chicken breast up to his face, while he ate through it. He never let the chicken leave his mouth. He chewed with large pieces of the chicken sticking out of his mouth, as he tried to shove more in.

"I can't believe you would eat an animal like that. Eating an animal is sick, but eating it like

that is... It's fucking gross."

"Frank... Stop eating that," the woman whispered to her disgusting husband. I looked over at how she ate it. She was using a fork and knife to cut the chicken into small pieces, then she lifted her fork up to her mouth and ate the chicken like a normal person.

The man, Frank, dropped the dead animal to his plate, and looked at me. "I work my ass off trying to get money to provide for this family and y-"

"You are not my family," I yelled. "You didn't even know who I was two days ago! You work your ass off for her," I pointed to his wife, "not me, and not whatever 'family' you have in mind. I'll never be apart of any family that eats like that. Just because you adopted me doesn't make us anything more than strangers living together. Get that through your head." I ran back up the stairs, into my new room.

There was nothing I hated more than people thinking they owned me just because I lived in their

house. I didn't want to live in anyone's house. I didn't ask for this. Nothing in the world could ever make me want this.

Why did people even bother people adopting people? Especially people like me. Why not have a baby of their own, or adopt a baby? Then they could really pretend the baby were theirs. The dumb newborn wouldn't even know.

I sat down on the floor and pulled the black book out from between the mattresses and began writing again.

Dear Death Diary:

The new people I live with are horrible. The guy, Frank, eats chicken like a slob. He had chicken

hanging out his mouth while he tried shoving the rest in. Then he has the nerve to call me part of

his family. Who does he think he is? I will never be apart of his, or anyone else's family. The only

family I have ever been apart of didn't want me. They gave me away to some random stranger. They were probably fortune tellers, or something. They probably saw how horrible I was, and gave me away the first chance they got. After all, who would want a family with me in it?

-Amy Rose.

I closed my diary and put it back in between the mattresses. I climbed up on my bed, and closed my eyes, wanting to get to sleep - the only thing as close to death, without actually dying.

A/N: New Story!{: I've had this idea for a long time. I originally wasn't going to upload until I finished it - I had a feeling I would be wanting to go back and change things... I tinkered with just this one chapter for about a week. ._.

So I'll be updating every(other) weekend or so.

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