Amy was tired. She always was. Sometimes she was so tired her eyes didn't let her make a decision between falling asleep or not. They directly closed. Then, her breath became silent and her pulse slowed. She would sleep for hours, days and sometimes even for weeks. Her parents had to wake her to eat and drink. When she woke, she was angry. So angry that her eyes could kill anyone that blocked her way. Doctors said her illness was so rare, they didn't know how to cure her.
During school days, she would have to drink coffee for breakfast, eat sweet things and take special pills to stay awake.
During school days, she would have to drink coffee for breakfast, eat sweet things and take special pills to stay awake.
Once she went for a walk. The snow covered the streets like a thick white carpet. She saw a bird flying high in the sky. The kind of bird that would fly for hours, days and even months without having to stop. She belived one day, she would be like the bird, strong, even if she knew it wasn't true. And looking at the sky, she fell. She fell while she was walking. She fell just when she was crossing the road. When she collapsed with the ground, a car passed through her body. A few seconds later, the car stopped. A man came out of it. He was big, strong and tall. He came to her fast, as fast as a cheetah. But it was too late. Now Amy was a bird. And she flew. She flew long.
