Dark Desires

Prologue: Dark Thoughts and Suicidal Gestures

I had no desire to live. My life was shrouded in darkness; making it nearly impossible for me to find a reason to live. Maria died for a second time, Rouge just died and no one seems to care that I'm lost without them. Knuckles completely hates me, Amy, Sonic, Tails and Cream just don't care.

I don't know why but it seems like it's bothering me; their lack of concern. Maybe it's because I brought back Maria and she taught me how to care again that I'm bothered by this. I'm not sure but it's a start to figuring out whether or not this all really matters to me. All I know is that I feel alone; so very alone.

Well, none of that matters anyways, because I'm going to end it tonight; no matter what.

I stand by the cliff side, a knife in hand. I had not chosen a gun because it would be too loud, too quick. I wanted to suffer; I wanted to feel the pain for as long as possible without being caught.

I had already decided where to start; my shoulders. I placed the knife on my right shoulder and started slicing open the skin in a diagonal line all the way down my arm and stopping at the very edge of my gloves. I could feel the warm blood already start to flow down my arm. The pain was unimaginable, doubling from what it felt like when I had started cutting, but I welcomed it as if it were Maria.

Next was my left arm. I, again, started at the shoulder and sliced diagonally, ending at the edge of my glove. More warm, sticky blood started flowing out the immensely painful wound but I wasn't losing enough blood in time. Sonic will probably be coming soon-most likely because he noticed I wasn't at Rouge's house anymore-to see where I was. So, I made a quick decision; to cut open my chest and legs.

I first started with my legs; cutting from the knee down. My legs threatened to buckle after I was done but I had to ignore that fact so I could finish the job. I, then, started cutting my chest. I started where my chest fur was and went down diagonally until I came to my side.

A pool of blood started to form under me. It got rapidly bigger as the minutes past. After ten minutes of just standing there my vision started to blur from the blood loss; the pool of blood under me was so big that it must be at least made out of a quart of my blood.

Finally, my knees buckled and I formed a ball with my body on the ground. I had no instinct to stop the bleeding, and if I did, I hadn't noticed it. Soon I blacked out, but not before I could hear Sonic and Amy's voice in the forest.