Slightly past midnight. That's a little late for me, Miles Tails Prower to be awake. But would you be sleeping if everything you thought was real, slowly pealed it's perfect skin back to reveal a black-hearted demon? Didn't think so.

You know, I hate my name. Miles. Ugh. But I'd rather be called that than what my supposed est friend called me.

I still remember the night we met. Me, alone in the pouring rain scared and small. Him, those friendly green eyes looking down at me. He extended me his hand, helping me to my feet. He showed me what a friend was, showed me what life was. He practically showed me everything to be honest. Last night he went overboard with that statement though.

I can still hear that tone of voice I never heard him use before. The one that let's you know everything isnot all right. The kind of feeling I intially would have run from. But why? He was my best friend.

"Hi, Tailsy."

I think I knew what he was going to do right about then. I didn't panic, I just backed up a bit, telling him to sit down. Asking him ig he'd been to Club Rouge tonight. I thought for sure he was drunk.

"Believe it or not, Baby. I'm perfectly sober right now."

It all went downhill after that.

He- NO! I won't even tell you. I don't want to re-live it again.

I know what the bastard was doing, he hated me for thinking faster than he did. He hated me because of my love for Amy. Heaven forbid, I don't want to imagine what he would've done to her.

But here I am. In the pouring rain. Scared, broken and little. And he isn't going to be there this time.