Hello everybody. Welcome to the third installment of my Shame Game series.

I know what you're all thinking – What the fuck? Tails died! How are you going to live with yourself, you incredibly mean monster!

Well, I am sorry for doing that to Tails. The series needed a new plot to it, and by god, as an author, I am obligated to do anything in my power, (and since I'm the one writing it, that's ANYTHING) to strike up another storyline so that I can draw more people into the story. So please don't be upset at me. I found that The Shame Game II was an experiment to see if I could strike up another character in Tails that no one had thought of before.

And, to many extents, I really enjoy writing stories along darker circumstances. I do realize that many people out there will hate me as an author for writing on these standards, but that's just part of being an author – some people enjoy your writing, other's do not.

Take a famous author for instance, like Stephanie Meyer. She has written the Twilight series as well as 'The Host.' She has gotten a lot of publicity from it, and many people love her books, but others think that they 'suck' and are a copy of the 'Interview With A Vampire' series.

Agh, well I've gotten off of my train of speech here. What I was trying to say was that I will still update as long as I am aware that people still enjoy reading my stuff. That's it. If nobody enjoys it, than there is no pleasure in writing anymore. Being an author means sharing your work with the rest of the world, and hoping that they will enjoy reading it as much as you enjoy writing it.

Anyway, I really DO hope that you all enjoy the third, (and possibly final) installment of the Shame Game series as much as I will enjoy writing and keeping you all posted with updates. I also do hope that some of my favorite reviewers such as Kitsune Disciple and Tetsu Deinonychus stick with me through the rest of my writing in this series, as they give me reason and inspiration to write.

Please enjoy.

Welcome to The Shame Game III.

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Dreams enter the mind as food enters the body. Dreams are what keep the mind alive and well. Dreams give people the aspiration to live and succeed.

But – What if your dreams turn to nightmares?

I've been here for a while. Not sure how long, but I know that it has been a while. It's dark, but incredibly warm. It feels as though I am wrapped in a few blankets. Every so often, however, I feel somebody's hand touching my hand or my forehead. It's weird. I wish that I could see who's touching me and tell them not to stop. It's comforting.

Am I dead? I keep asking that same question over and over in my head. If this is death, than it is more comfortable than my own bed at home. I wonder how she is doing. How she's taking my death. Is she worried? Is she crying? Or is she partying it up with Scourge?

Every few moments I hear a beeping sound coming from somewhere. I wonder what it is. Maybe it's the sound of admission into Heaven. Kind of like when you pass through the doors at an airport. I wonder if it will beep like that when I walk through, or will there be a buzzing sound, followed by me falling to hell?

I've already committed the biggest crime that anyone anywhere can do. I was given life and took it away from myself because of things that were happening to me. That's selfish. I'm going to hell for that. No matter how much forgiveness I plead for.

Whatever. It's all probably in my head.

Every so often I hear a sob followed by a voice. That voice always calls my name.

'Tails?' It asks. It sounds like it's asking if I'm alive or not. I want to answer it, but I can never find the words. I can't find my voice. I forgot how to speak, to communicate. I forgot how to move, too. Am I a vegetable? Am I strapped to somewhere and have a gag over my mouth? I'm scared.

Really, truly horrified.

But no, I have to just lay here. I need to wait it out. Something will happen, or I will just never think again. I will fall into death and never have a thought about.

Somebody, if there's anyone out there, please… I'm sending out an SOS.

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Last thing I remember is seeing a bright light. It's the first light that I've seen for a while – but not the light that I expected. My eyes opened slowly. The light was blinding at first, but my eyes seemed to adjust. The room was bright. The walls were painted half-half. The bottom half was a pale green, and the top half was white. It was weird at first. The first colors that I've seen in a while.

There was a beeping sound that kept on going off every second. I turned my head to the side and saw that there was a machine that was recording my pulse.

I was lying down in a bed.

It took me a few moments to realize that I was in a hospital. I hadn't succeeded with suicide. I didn't die. I didn't get away. I took a vacation, and that's just about it.

I felt my cheeks heat up and my eyes started to burn. I moved my hand up to wipe them and a wet substance was released onto my hand. I was crying, for the first time since… Well, how long has it been since that night?

"Good morning."

I turned my head and saw that Sonic was sitting in a chair beside me. He looked tired. It was like he hadn't slept in a while. How long has he been here?

"Hey." The words just slipped out of my mouth. It was like an instinct. Well, at least I knew two things; I wasn't mute nor was I paralyzed. "How is everything?"

"Hard, man." Sonic said. His voice started to quiver. I saw now that he wasn't tired, but his eyes were puffy. "Just woke up when I felt your arm move."

Ah. So someone did care. That was nice to know. Wait… "Just woke up? How long have you been here?"

"For a while," Sonic said, flashing me one of his grins. Something was off about it though. Like he didn't feel like grinning for once, "Actually, I've been in and out for a while now. You've been out for a few days, bro. It's a miracle that you survived that accident of yours."

"Accident?" I asked. I didn't remember an accident. All I remembered was…

"Yeah, accident." Sonic stated, "Man, you must've hit your head hard not to remember it. What were you thinking, Tails?"

Oh. Now I get it. Shadow must have told everyone that I got into an accident so that no one asked questions that would upset me. Nice of him. I'd rather no one know about what really went down.

"What day is it?" I asked. I've been out for a while. I need to know just how long.

"It's February third, Tails." Sonic said.

I nodded. Just than I realized that I was sore. Sore from being in a bed for so long, I guess. No matter, I'll get out as soon as I'm ready.

"Everyone was so worried," Sonic stated, his voice turning into nothing less of a whisper, "Knuckles and Shadow were in here a few times within the last few days. So was Silver and I. But it's funny. Amy was in here more than any of us, and…"

"Amy was here?" I asked. The fact brought a kind of happiness to me. A kind of happiness that I think I haven't felt for a while.

"Yeah, more than any of us," Sonic said, "She cares so much for you, Tails. Weather you want to accept that fact or not, it's still out there. Exhibit one." Sonic let out a smile.

"Right." I said; my body not willing to accept that truth. If she was in here, than my guesses were that Scourge was with her. That made me cringe and an automatic reflex occurred when my fists both curled up.

I felt my eyelids get heavy after a few moments. Sonic had shut up, so there was really nothing keeping me awake right now. I sighed. Too much rest lately. And I wasn't even allowed to get out of my bed until the following day. That sucks.

I guess that for now I had to give in to my instincts and just sleep. Hopefully when I wake up, I won't be in the hospital anymore. I'm sick of it already, even if I had only been awake for a few minutes.

My mind started to wonder to other things. Had Amy really come to visit me while I was out? If only I was awake, so I could tell here how much I love her and never want to leave again.

My body was finally drifting off as well. It was kind of soothing in a way. It felt as if my suffering was over, even if it was only over for a while. I was totally blocked from the outside world, sealed within these four walls. My only focus right now was getting better.

Soon enough, I fell asleep. The only things that entered my mind as I slept was Amy and the possibility that she still loved me. I don't care. Maybe it's better this way, better to be friends. Maybe I should get over myself and try and actually live happily. Maybe that's the way to go for now. Amy and I, friends, and nothing more.

As long as she's in my life, I don't think I'd want any more out of her.

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Yeah, that's it for now. I know it's short, but hear me out. I do hope that you are all still attracted to reading my stories.

Please review. I would really appreciate it if you all did.

Thanks for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed it!