A/N: Hey there, Yes... I know, I've been gone for at least four years and I then just pop out of nowhere and write a story... but trust me on this one, I've improved a lot.. although that is just my own opinion. Anyway, I hope all you Sonic The Hedgehog fans are all ready for my next instalment, All I'll say, (So I don't give anything away) is that this story will be a little bit emotional for my usually peppy self, it will also be all in Sonic's point of view. Let's see how it goes. (LuckkyMee. Formally known as CindaMcjinga.)

Peace.

Why I've Exiled My Self.

"Loser!"

'Urgh..'

I knew that was aimed at me, It always is. It's not the worst curse I've ever received though, but at the end of the day I feel like I deserve every word of it.

Shaking my head I break into a sprint... I'm a bit slower than before I also can't last as long, but its still a pass time for me, a way to escape, nobody in this town's health could ever be up to scratch, you could tell by just taking a whiff of the air's musty stench, or even just looking at station square smothered in those thick brown clouds of smog. (But then again, I guess my addiction to cigarettes doesn't help in the slightest.)

Station Square is heavily polluted. It has been for five years now.

It really is an upsetting sight having to watch people stop at the corner of a street, gasping for air, trying their best and hardest just to reach the closest designated oxygen tank, they're littered all over Station Square. And I guess that's one of the many things the very people of the city, blame on me.

Lost in thought, I come to a slow jog, my surroundings are my forest, the place I now live in a sense.

'Home sweet home'

Slowing my self to dawdle, my scuffed up old shoes come to a large dirty grey puddle. I look at myself.. My reflection to me now seems harsh on the eyes. My fur, its constantly matted, but who's wouldn't be after living rough for years? My eyes are always bloodshot , red, sad... lifeless? There's no energy to them any more. I try to smile at myself but I quickly change back to my blank expression, my teeth look slightly off coloured. I'm a lot skinnier than before, my cheek bones are the most distinctive part of my facial features, I'm not happy at all with how I look, It's unhealthy. I'm surprised people still recognise who I am. I bet my 'friends' wouldn't... I bet she wouldn't. Hell! even I struggle to recognise who I once was. I sort of struggle to remember how I used to look.

'It was just one mishap, one wrong move. One fucking misjudgement on that maniac's account and this happens, my whole world turns upside down. People are suffering from my mistake. I wasn't fast enough... If I had been a few there a few minutes earlier, none of this would have happened. None of it. I'd still be the Sonic the Hedgehog everyone loved and admired.'

I let out a frustrated sigh, and ruffle around in the back of my quills for my lost cigarette box and lighter. I really think I should get my self some pants, just for pocket purposes only. I flip open the box, finding myself staring at the bottom, the only thing in there being tiny bits of tobacco.

"Fuck."

I roll my eyes, I know I barely have any money left. I flip off my shoe and pull my tattered wallet from inside of it, opening it to find twelve dollars and a coupon.

"At least I have enough for another box."

My next stop would be the nearest newsagents or supermarket, no rush.

I know my self that its a terrible and filthy habit, back in my glory days, I detested being near people who would smoke. But it really does calm me down, its stops all my worries and I feel careless of what people think, it makes me feel better. None of my friends would approve of this at all though... not that it matters... I had to distance my self, to save my embarrassment and more importantly, theirs. I wonder if they still think of me. I wonder what Tails has grown up to be like. I wonder if Knuckles is still a hard-headed angry person. Maybe Cream is adjusting to her new teenage self.

'What about her?'

Amy Rose... I miss her, a lot. She was the one that cared the most, she cared the most about every single one of us. I wonder if she still thinks about me, or maybe she's lost all respect- Lost all love for me. I really wouldn't be surprised.

I haven't seen any of them for five years, I don't go near their houses. Or any of the places I'd think or know they go to. That day I saw all of their faces drop. They witnessed it front seat. They must be disappointed in me, but at least Eggman is gone for good. But his greatest plan still lingers. And the fate of someone innocent was decided.

'I feel like a murderer.'

I shake off those thoughts. I relive them enough through my dreams, I don't need to remember it in the only time I can escape from that traumatic time.

I start to make a move to the nearest newsagents... It's just a few miles away... No biggie I guess, it really would be quicker for me to go through the Mystic Ruins, but that's risky. I don't want to see Tails, if I bumped into him, I'd be scared of his reaction, he really can't see me like this. The best choice would be that little corner convenient store on the edge of Station Square. It's such a bad part of town around that area. I couldn't imagine any of them to be within a mile of that place.

As I just get out of the forest, I take a sharp left, almost twisting my ankle from the speed of which I'm not all that accustomed to do any more, I silently curse my self, I really need to be more careful. After about five minutes of running, I reach a very run down area, the streets are littered with rubbish and what appears to be mud, the stench here seems stronger than in the rest of the town, you can seem to taste it, it seems to linger at the back of your throat. I feel my chest burning as I cover my mouth quickly, I've had this cough for ages now. I just put it down to smoking though. It rattles up my throat eventually leaving my mouth in harsh barks. Its loud and painful. It almost makes me not want to buy something that might just worsen my cough.

'I'll still do it anyway, my last twelve dollars from my pathetic wages are going to be spent on something I take some pleasure out of.'

I continue, on wiping my germ and most likely blood covered hand down my thigh. Still taking note of my surroundings, I see cheaply built towers of small flats, this whole part of town's dominant colour being grey, besides the few neon signs from the cheap strip bars and casino's. I really feel like I fit in here, like this town I'm pushed so far back that nobody would bother noticing it. Its how things work, anywhere in the world. People are sheltered from the more harsher reality. If it weren't for the fact I could still out run any person, (Besides probably Shadow now.) I think they would've caught me and chained me up to a wall in this part of town or something. Just to keep me away from Station Square more happier, desirable part. In fact I think if they really did have their way they'd get rid of me all together. Nobody wants to see a washed up hero.

That's exactly what I am though. A washed up hero... I reach my destination, that corner shop... Strange, I've never actually been in this one I might get them here more often, I might not get refused to be sold them around here. Unlike in the centre they start screaming for me to get out of their shop. Or they'd start intently watching me, to make sure I don't steal anything. Surely they should know that's not in my nature at all? Right?

'Ding!'

The sound of the doors bell makes me ears pound a little. I grimace a little as I enter sluggishly. The shop is quite clean inside, the colour scheme isn't all that harsh or ugly either. Simple and clean. A small smile tugs onto my lips. It's just the fact that this place is just so much more welcoming to what it is outside, it tickled me. I make my way over to the back of the shop first, picking up myself a can of Cola and a simple chicken sandwich. It took me till just now to realise I were actually quite famished. I then make my way over to the cashier, placing everything I've chosen onto the counter. I then fumble with my shoe again bending down to grab out my wallet.

"Twenty Richmond king-size as well please."

I hear the cashier reach behind her to grab the drugs, at this point I'm still fumbling with my shoe.

"Since when did you smoke, Sonic?"

My ears perk up and my eyes shoot open. That voice! I recognised it, No! Actually I knew exactly who it was. The bad thing is, this person recognised me, and it as much as I miss them, it's the last person who'd I have wanted to recognise me.

'Oh. Shit.'

A/N: I'll be back soon read and review please!