Dependence
Chapter One: Life after Amy
Welcome to the second installment of Misery. This one is from my own brain this time, and not from something someone else has already done. Will it be good? Who knows? Maybe I can pull it off. Or I might fail horribly. I don't know, I'm not a Doctor. Also, I can't think of a good title for this one, so I'm calling it Dependence. I'm not good at coming up with names for stories. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters Sonic, Sally, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow or any others I might throw in later on. Sega owns them. Although it would be cool if I did.
WARNING: Some parts of the story will contain course language and drug use. Yes, it's that kind of story.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Sonic." He heard a voice call out to him. Sonic awoke to find himself back in Amy's 'Funhouse'. Sonic looked up to see Amy standing over his bed, holding a knife in one hand.
"I killed..." Was all he was able to say before Amy plunged the knife deep into his chest, twisting it to ensure maximum damage.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sonic sat straight up, letting out a loud scream. "It was all a dream." He said to himself quietly, not realizing he had woken Sally up. She turned over to find Sonic covered in sweat and shaking from fear, something she had never seen him do until after he had escaped from his prison.
"What was it this time?" She asked. Amy had become a psychiatrist for him in a way. She was the only one that was able to get Sonic to reveal what had actually happened during his time with Amy. Although he did not want to tell her what had actually happened, Sonic slowly opened up to her.
"I had another dream about her." Sonic told Sally. "This time, she was standing over me calling out my name, then when I woke up, she stabbed me." Sonic took a deep breath, brought his knees up to his chest, and placed his head in his hands, trying to shake the dream out of his mind. Sally leaned over and kissed him gently. They broke after what seemed like several hours, but only lasted for less than ten seconds. No matter what he was going through, the way Sally kissed him always made his problems seem small.
The familiar smile had returned to his face. Sonic took his love into his arms, covering her entire body with passionate kisses. Sally stopped him long enough to get one question out. "You wanna do it?" She asked, pulling back the blankets, revealing her nearly naked body that was barely covered by the red, almost blood colored silk lingerie she was wearing. Sonic took her nearly naked body in with hungry eyes. They embraced, making love until the wee hours of the morning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sonic waited until Sally had fallen asleep before getting out of bed. It was nearly 6:00 in the morning. He always slept until 8:00 in the morning, sometimes oversleeping until almost 10:00. But since his time in the 'Funhouse', he began to wake around this time of day due to Amy bringing in his breakfast.
Sonic went into the bathroom and locked the door, making sure it was firmly locked. He went over to the sink and opened one of the drawers on the counter. There were two drawers. One for him, and one for Sally. She had wanted a place where they could put there stuff they used in the bathroom instead of it piling up on the counter, reducing the clutter. Sonic opened the drawer and moved the items around inside until he found what he was looking for. He pulled a small box out of the back of the drawer and opened it up.
Inside were several dozen capsules of Phenotol. He had become addicted to the painkillers due to his time in the 'Funhouse". He had left the hospital almost a month and a half ago. His injuries had fully healed with no damaging effects. His doctors were surprised at his recovery rate. Sonic was scheduled to be in physical therapy for three months but since he had an extremely fast healing rate, he recovered in half the time.
Sonic grabbed a glass of water and three of the capsules and popped them in his mouth, swallowing them quickly. Sonic knew he was addicted to them. When he was in the hospital recovering, his doctor had been giving him the painkillers every four hours. It was at this point Sonic began to develop the need for his 'friends' as he called them. He began to skip doses in the hospital, hiding them anywhere he could find a place to hide them. Inside his pillow, in the mattress. Anywhere he could fit them. It even came to the point that Sonic began to fake having pain. His doctor gave him a prescription for five refills of Phenotol. He had already gone through three of them. Sonic knew that soon he would run out of ways to get his daily fix and he began to toy with the idea of getting it some other way, but he never acted on them. He knew what serious drugs could and would do to a person. Standing there, looking at his reflection in the mirror, the pills threw him into euphoria. But, every once in a great while, his 'friends' didn't give him the pleasure he had come to expect from them. "You know you're gonna run out of your 'friends' soon, ya know." Sonic looked at the mirror in front of him and watched as his own reflection was talking to him!
"What are you gonna do when you run out, huh? Go to the doctor and ask for some more? He'll never buy it. You know that." His mirror self said.
Sonic closed his eyes quickly, shutting them tight. He opened them a second later and saw himself looking at his own reflection and nothing else. "What the hell is going on with me?" He asked himself. "Maybe I'll feel better if I take a shower." He said, taking off the underwear he was wearing and turning on the water, letting it run over his body.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sonic got out of the shower and toweled off. Going out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, he changed into some clean clothes. He looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00. "What? How could I have been in there that long?" Sonic wondered. Standing there wondering how time had passed so quickly, he barely heard Sally call to him. "Sonic, breakfast is ready." The bewildered look on Sonic's face due to his attempting to figure out what had caused him to loose track of time had been replaced with a smile. Sonic rushed into the small dining room and sat down at the table. It only took a nanosecond for him to reach the table due to the size of their house. It was not a big house by any means. A nice little three bedroom house with one bath. A nice size kitchen with a breakfast bar that was used only when they had a party, which happened quite a lot. The living room was big enough to accommodate a desk, a couch and a TV. There bedroom wasn't that bad either. Big enough to hold a bed and a TV and a small table to hold pictures of their friends and family. The bathroom was just down the hall from Sonic and Sally's room, making it easy to get to. One of the three bedrooms had been converted into a storage room, and the other one was strictly a guest bedroom.
Sonic sat at the table not touching any of the food. "Aren't you gonna eat?" Sally asked him, drawing Sonic out of his daydream like state. "Wha...?" He said, barely hearing Sally.
"You're food's gonna get cold." She said, nudging his elbow. "Are you all right? You don't seem like yourself." Sally said, sensing something was wrong with him, but not quite sure what it was.
"I'm fine. I just can't stop thinking about those dreams I keep having about Amy, you know?" Sonic said.
"You've been having those since you were in the hospital, haven't you." She said.
"Yeah. I wish they would stop." Sonic said. Sonic finished eating and got up from the table, heading for the bathroom. Locking the door once again, he opened his drawer and pulled out the box that contained his 'friends'. He opened the box and stared at them for several minutes, debating with himself.
'You know you want to take a few more. You need them.' The voice in his head taunted him.
'I don't need them.' Sonic told the voice in his head.
'Yes you do! You need them now! Take some! You know you want to. You're a drug addict. A fucking drug addict that needs his fix!' The voice in his head screamed.
'No I don't!' Sonic yelled back in his head as he went to the toilet, took out the prescription his doctor wrote for him, tore it up and threw it into the water, along with every single pill he had in the box, flushing it and watching his 'friends' disappear forever. He stood fixed in his position in front of the toilet for a minute before placing the box back into the drawer. He walked out of the bathroom and opened the closet to grab his jacket.
"Going out for your morning run?" Sally asked him as he began to walk out the door.
"Yup." He said as he turned to Sally. "You know, I think today's going to be a good day." He said.
Sally looked at him. She hadn't seen him this happy since he finished the last Misery novel. After he came home, he decided to stop writing the Misery novels. A decision that had not been easy for him to make.
"I love you Sonic." She said, running over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you too." He said as he worked his way free from Sally's embrace and shot down the street like a bullet.
"I'm glad he's back to himself again." Sally said before going back into the house.
End of One.
Thanks for reading! R&R if you feel like it.
