Amelia walked into her apartment. Ripping off her blue rain coat and hanging it the coat rack on the wall. She sighed. Today she had played one of her greatest songs  on guitar with her band. Yet she somehow still felt depressed, and it was probably due to kara complaining about how her boyfriend hits her. Of course Amelia had told her several times to just forget the guy. But kara their singer always refused.<br/>She wandered from the hallway that had very little in it besides a coat rack, and a mirror hanging off the right side wall. And entered her living room. Which also had very little, but enough to say that she was living comfortably. A couch that panned along the back of he living room; blue with white flowers on it, and it had a soft velvet feel to it. While a big screen TV was directly across from the couch hanging off of the front wall.She had entered through the left side which was an open doorway. The living room walls were a soft purple color. And she had a nice glass coffee table in front of the couch. With two cup glass cup holders. But she had nothing else in their.<br/>Her feet dragged her to the couch, and without realizing it her hands went for the remote.Turning on the TV , which happened to have the news on it. Her guitar she had left wit kara, because her little brother wanted to learn.<br/><br/>Amelia started to have a sudden feeling of pain. As if someone had punched her in the ribs, and kicked her a thousand times. In reaction, she brought her hands to curl around her stomach. As usual the pain was so tremendous that she couldn't even move.<br/>She compared this to the very first time she had felt the pain as bad as this.<br/><br/>About a year ago, when she was at a gig in the city. She was playing guitar for kara during practice. And kara had kept telling her over and over."I hope that hot guy comes back here and asks me out." Her perfect blond hair falling in front of her eyes. And the only thought i had was poor Kyto. His girlfriend hardly cared for him. She kept droning on and on.<br/><br/>"You know kara maybe ....you should stick with one boyfriend..." I tried to talk sense to her after i had sound checked my guitar.<br/><br/>'you know Amelia why do you always say that? What do you think im a whore? Is that it?" Kara glared at me as if she could care less about me. And knowing now that was probably the truth. At last the band was prepared to play. And as i stepped up the stage with my guitar in my hands , i felt a sudden urge of pain, and danger. As if someone had kicked me, and yet  at the same time had whispered  warnings. I shook my head, thinking that the problem was just in my head.<br/>Then later that night as i was leaving, a drunk guy followed me out of the club. He tried to rape me....<br/><br/><br/>"RIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!RIINNNG!!!" Amelia was awoken by the phone ringing. And she was once again dreaming of that damn night. It wasn't as if she hadn't always felt the pain. It was there but in a dreading sense. Like she could feel if something bad was gonna happen. But again she often thought that to be her imagination also.<br/>"Hello? Who's there?" She asked.<br/>"Hunny thank you for answering finally."  Her mother sighed our of relief of finally getting a hold of her daughter.<br/>"Yes mom i know...i haven't called you...or even bothered you for six months." Amelia breathed ..making herself calm and patient. Which was really hard to do with her mother.<br/>"I need you to do a favor....." She sounded overly grateful. Which cause Amelia to think that her mother was trying to use her again.<br/>"Mother I need some sleep." And at that Amelia hung up the phone. She was done doing favors for her mother, and having to be told that she didn't do anything for her.Yet, she still felt sort of bad. It wasn't really fair for her to feel guilty but she always did. And she almost wanted to recall her mother back. Then Amelia shook her head. Their was no way she would give in to her feeling guilty. Not after she still had this weird feeling of pain,and despair. Although, the pain was now just kinda dull.<br/><br/>She winced, as the neighbors quite literally on the other side of the wall decided to argue again.Even though she was slightly exhausted fact was sleep would be hard to get with those two assholes arguing. She hated her neighbors all they did was fight. And again Amelia had a bad feeling. It always seemed to happen right before something actually does. That horrified her the most.<br/>She walked back to the couch and sat on it. Holding her hands to her head to try in vein to drown out the sound, as she had done so many times before between her mother, and father arguing. It was the same thing to her. But she was slightly happy her father was kicked to the curb, and her mother remarried. But Amelia honestly didn't care. She wasn't invited to the wedding 6 months ago.<br/><br/>So she sat there ...plugging her ears from the deafening sound of the neighbors arguing. She wished to play her guitar, but it wasn't with her today...