*one year later*

Amy's P.O.V.

Guys... I have so much to tell you. First off, I'm sorry I haven't been writing this often. The reason behind that is... I'm scared. So much has happened I can't even begin to describe it to you!!! Okay. I'll try...

So, I'm 9 now. I didn't even care about my birthday, it's not like it meant anything. Yeah, it's been almost a year, I know. This year has probably been the worst year I've even experienced in my life. My mum... she... she died. I never even got to know how she died!!! And we didn't even get to host her a funeral!!! I just remember waking up one morning hearing a loud "SMASH!" and police sirens. My father just said "Come on, we're leaving." And refused to tell me any more information when I asked.

I try so hard not to cry every night. Instead of snuggling up to my mother every night, hugging her and saying "I love you" back and forth, I lie alone in my bed, curled up against the wall. Alone.