The Broken Pieces

By: Ersiffa Narman

I looked at the pieces of broken glass

In the middle of the lonely house

The memories came back from my past

Fire, pain, and suffering

Was all I remembered about this house

My parents were always arguing

I grew up much faster

That's why I enjoy running

I wanted to run forever

But, I knew my father would find me

My mother was never too cunning

For she never wanted to leave

And give me a better life

Then one night, He trapped me in my room

And lit a match to steal my life

I wasn't going to die there

So I broke my window and ran from the room

I ran so far but I could still hear my father's swears

I ran to the woods

I soon grew tired, and the woods were long

That night, I slept soundly in the woods

It was the best sleep I had ever gotten in my life

I woke up strong

And ran for my life

I stumbled on a city

I looked on the TV screen

The news told of a terrible fire that killed a whole family

I scoffed when I heard it was reported as an accident, Ha!

I turned away from the screen

And vowed to never go back there… ever.. Ha

Now look where I am

The once carefree hedgehog is looking at his origins

I look at the ruins and all I can say is, "He tore the place up, didn't he,"

I see something in the rubble and say, "Damn,"

It was my only toy, and I can't believe

That it's still here

I laugh a little when I look at it

The little ball was the only thing that would comfort my fears

I pick it up from the ruin

I quickly find some place to sit

I've been sitting here for a while in this ruin

Then I see a certain young hedgehog walking towards me

Her pink quills flowing in the wind

It is none other than Amy

To my surprise, she didn't come after me at all

Instead, she sat beside me, her eyes telling me she knew then

She looked towards a ruined wall

I spoke first, "Do you know what this is?"

She replied that she did

It soon began to mist

I began to silently cry, not moving a muscle

She saw my face as I did

She hugs me, relaxing my muscles

She knew the broken pieces

And glued them back together

I held her tighter like I was a child clinging to Jesus

She stopped hugging me

And so did the dreadful weather

I could finally see

The broken pieces are what made me.

A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog. All characters except for my Ocs belong to Sega. I am not expecting profit for this.