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'I'm tired'
The last lines she'd ever write directly to someone.
Bennett, her last contact, Fischl laughed slightly, just his luck huh?
"Oz, I shall visit the other lands in due time, go view the land and sky in search for danger." She smiled, looking over at the bird- her bird. Her best friend.
"Ah Alright mein fräulien, I'll be back soon. " Oz nodded- well to the best of his abilities, before flying out of her window.
Soon after fischl got up from her bed and shut the window, making sure Oz would not be able to get in unless he went to the front, she didn't want Oz to see her like this, as long as her vision glowed he'd be here.
She thought, long and hard. Her parents, they gave her this persona, they introduced her into being called fischl- and she adored it.
But it went sour all too soon, soon enough she was asking her parents to celebrate the Immernachreich with her, a milestone she was really happy about.
But oh the universe simply thought that happiness was too far out of her reach.
"You're a big girl now. It's time to forget the fairy tales."
Oh? Maybe she wouldn't have to hide herself behind fantasies if she had parents who looked after her- in fact her parents were too busy for her that's why she got trapped anyways.
Always at the library, never home, always reading 'flowers for fischl'. but now, the book seems to only collect dust.
"A̶̦̯̖̪̎̿͛ḿ̵̛̛̠͉̈́̈̽̽͘y̵̨̡̳͙͖̎͒̃͋͆̀͆̄͌̂͋̃͠͝, come on now, darling. You can't be carrying on like that at this age."
Aren't you the same person who told her to never give up her dreams? Why must that change??
Never the matter, its too late to get mad at her parents now.
Fischl looked out the window for a few moments, thoughts going silent in her head.
Maybe she is delusional, maybe she is different.
No one seemed to like it though.
She'd drag Mona along with her antics, and she knew Mona didn't really enjoy it.
And she was lying to people constantly, she isn't this great prinzessin. She's a normal person.
Fischl isn't Fischl.
Fischl is Amy.
Bennett thought she was Fischl, so did Razor, Klee... And more.
She lied to their face and felt no remorse.
They'd leave her if they found out she was truly just
Amy.
Nothing special just
Amy.
She has no talents in fact, she could even work on using her bow.
No one liked her so she isn't good at socializing.
She is good at reading.
And good at being Fischl.
Not Amy.
Her parents didn't like her that way, neither did anyone else in mondstadt.
She has a bird.
That's all she can trust.
She doesn't wanna go on like this.
So
She didn't.
She grabbed a bottle of pain killers Barbara had gave her awhile back after she got injured by a hilichurl.
The screwed the lid off, what would the afterlife be like? Where would she go? Would barbatos turn his back on her?
Amy didn't care at this point, she poured as much of the pain killers that would fit into her mouth inside and grabbed a water bottle she'd never finished, poored some in her mouth and just started swallowing.
After it was all down, it took awhile for anything to happen, maybe 5 minutes?
She got really dizzy, putting her hand against her head she swayed to the side, leaning on her left side.
Then the sickness, she started gagging.
Trying to keep her vomit down, she realized what she had done.
For once, reality settled into her brain.
This is it, Amy is going to die, Fischl with her.
But regret seeped it's way into her, she doesn't want to die.
Not like this.
Not yet.
She still had so many words to say.
She still wanted to turn in her library book.
She still wanted to go visit Razor with Bennett and Oz
She still wanted to feed Oz each day
She still wanted to get teased by Oz, like they were siblings.
Maybe she had a chance.
Amy ran out of her room, looking around for her parents, she was barely able to stand at his point.
Eventually she started screaming.
"Mom! Dad! Someone! Oz! Please not yet!"
Tears started trailing down her face
"I'm-I'm just a kid! I still-"
She went quiet, unwillingly, her mouth wouldn't move. She fell and her body tensed up. She wasn't able to move anything, eventually her eyes closed with her body.
Just like that,
Amy is gone.
Fischl is gone.
In the end her parents still weren't there when she needed them.
In the end she was still alone.
Amy is always going to be alone no matter what life she is in.
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Goodnight, Amy.
Rest well, Darling.