And I started working out again, which is good, you know, healthy.
And I started working out again, which is good, you know, healthy.
Amelia: We’re in the back of the store, Dad’s just given me two pennies. I like to hide them in this big crack in the floor boards, I’m saving them so I can buy a town, that’s what I tell my big brother Derek anyway. Two guys come in. They’d already pulled a gun, they’d already taken the money and now they want his watch.
“I’m an adult. Do you think that means that I miss my father any less? He never saw me become a surgeon. He’s not going to walk me down the aisle. He’s not going to see my kids. I would give anything Addison, anything to have him. You’re talking about ten or fifteen good years, I’m talking about a lifetime if someone would’ve given me the chance to have him for all of that”
TOP 10 SHONDALAND CHARACTERS → 09. Amelia Shepherd
DEREK: I’m trying to help you, please, don’t put yourself through this. You’re too fragile.
AMELIA: I’m not fragile. I’m a drug addict. I’ve fallen off the wagon twice and I’ve gotten back up, that doesn’t makes you fragile, Derek, that makes you very freaking strong. I am standing in a building full of pills right now. A fact that I am painfully aware of, but I am doing this! That is not fragile.
AMELIA: Don’t worry, I’m leaving the premises.
DEREK: We were in the back of the store. Dad had just given you two pennies. You always hid them behind the counter, in this big crack in the floorboards. You said you were saving them so you could buy a town. And then the two guys came in. We could hear them talking, but you weren’t paying attention until Dad yelled. You looked up. They had already pulled the gun, they had already taken the money… and now they wanted the watch that Mom gave him. He wouldn’t give it up. It was a gunshot. You lunged forward -
AMELIA: I remember I was trying to get to him, but… I couldn’t move.
DEREK: That’s because I was holding you so tight you couldn’t budge. I put one hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream, and wrapped the other one around you and just held on for dear life. Prayed to God that you’d be quiet and wouldn’t say anything. You were so little. I think that’s what I’ve always wanted, always you, you to just stay… little, and quiet, and safe. But you’re not any of those things. You’re loud and fearless and it scares the crap out of me. How am I supposed to call you up and tell you that I’ve been shot? I can’t tell you about my pain. I don’t want you to know that pain exists.
