Disclaimer: Yay! Another story! Kay people. I don't own Sega but I own some OC's.
--- DIARY---
Monday, March 09, 2009
Why am I writing here? Why?
Am I so pathetic that I have to vent out my thoughts on a simple book?
I guess so.
Since I have already begun I might as well continue.
My name is Shadow. Shadow T. Hedgehog.
But not for long…
Why?
Because I am leaving. Going away. I will not explain why.
I will change everything about me.
No-one will be able to know who I am.
I feel bad for abandoning them. But it's for the best.
Should I bring you along? Or would I be risking them finding out my plan?
Too many questions… My head hurts.
I am unsure of everything... and nothing.
There is only one way to insure their safety… that is for me to go.
But if I simply disappear they will hound them. They search, and destroy all who don't give answers.
No.
Shadow T. Hedgehog must be gone.
I know only one way of doing so.
Death.
But will I go to such lengths…
---- Amy's P.O.V (around 3 months later) ---
I looked at the sad sight. It was Shadow's house. Burned down nearly three months ago… There had been suggestions about re-building it but no-one had ever gotten over the loss.
People still bustled about what happened. There were rumors of murder, overdose and mafia. In the end they'd decided to leave it at suicide.
They all gave up. A few friends of mine helped me go searching for him. Cream, Sonic, Abbie, Ebony and Tails to name a few. Cream, Tails and Sonic because they were our friends. Abbie because he was her best friend, mentor and protector. Ebony because she worried about Abbie and Me. But even we were starting to feel doubtful.
He couldn't have committed suicide because he wasn't like that. He wouldn't end his life just to escape pain. And if he did he would've said something to someone. If not me but Rouge.
It couldn't have been an overdose because the house was burned down. But murder… It just wasn't likely. Shadow was stronger that that. He'd be able to defend himself. But he had been complaining about his head hurting. Could that have put him at a disadvantage? Maybe…
Could there be hope or was hope dead?
Like Shadow.
In my hands was Shadows black journal. We'd never figured out how to open it, but I have a feeling that when we do everything will make sense.
---END---
Kay guys. I'm thinking 'bout writing this and making it a story. It's only a snippet but I'm just wondering.
R&R!
P.S.
I'm wondering whether this should be a ShadAmy. 'Cuz it's really looking like it.
And I may be accepting OC's but they have to be younger than 26 yrs old. You'll see why (Laughs Evilly)
Karen: We need more Soda!
*Sigh* Fine.