A/N: I'm by no means guaranteeing that I'm coming back to write again or something of the sort.

But I'll still be writing, just expect very slow updates, maybe monthly or every 3 weeks, again something of the sort.

Oh at I'm experimenting with a shift from 3rd to 1st person. Let me know your thoughts on that.

Anyway hope you like this, let me know if I still can write well after like 6 months hiatus XD

Shattered Glass

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Her lifeless pale eyes could tell you what had happened. You didn't have to know who it was, what had occurred, or even who she was. But all you knew was that she had been scarred, given an ever so painful stab to the heart by an event so tragic even you had to have the decency to say I'm sorry.

Today was far from the word "satisfactory" for 16 year old Amy Rose. Not just today though, yesterday too, as well as the entire week, and hell the whole month. In fact, she'd prefer to probably be at home locked inside her room with the energy saver light bulbs living up to their namesakes, by being off.

Her manager scolded her about 5 minutes ago for cursing at an elderly man who had continuously wanted her help but denied it, sending Amy into a rage she was just able to control. Barely.

Now here she was outside in the cold winter air, back up against a brick wall, its cracks revealing its multi-decade age to the ones around it. Her knuckles were bloody and some maybe broken and her throat felt like it had been rubbed relentlessly with sandpaper, thanks to her screams. The tiny crumbs of brick and mortar which matched the material on her hand could only explain what she had done to relieve some stress, and one might shake their head in disappointment and walk away.

Like she cared.

She knew nobody cared about her anymore, that she was just another brokenhearted girl who was trying to mend herself. Fix the gaping wounds created within her soul, a once blossom of love now nothing but a black hole.

But that once cheery bubbly personality of hers that made her loved by all was dust in the wind. Her heart that was once superior to anybody around and cared for all was a shadow of its former self. Now it was the equivalent of a dense metal cube, cold on the inside and out, and very hard to penetrate.

All her once called friends had just given up surrendered on their knees towards her newfound darker personality. They had all attempted to rediscover her inner self, and bring back out the cheerfulness they all loved. And each one of them failed miserably, the closest one who came to getting her even remotely close was Tails, but he too failed.

Selfish, every single one of them," she thought, her mind heavy as it spat haste toward her former friends. "They only helped because they wanted the old me and couldn't accept the new me. All they wanted me for was to cook them food once in awhile, or cheer them up when I'm down, they never gave a shit about me, where was my help?

She stood up and reapplied the hood on her jacket as the wind was picking up again. Last thing she needed was to get sick, especially with something like the flu. She was extremely tight on money and couldn't afford to pay health bills on top of the nearly overdue rent she had on her apartment. Even food was becoming in shorter supply, as she cut back on some snacks she loved to save a few bucks.

Now in knowing that she was probably fired anyway, Amy just began the long lonely journey back to her house. Oddly enough was that she actually bothered walking, on most occasions there was a bus that frequently came around to the stop that was conveniently placed outside of the market.

But why should she care, even if it was only 25 degrees out not factoring in that chilly wind, it's not like her mother was around to nag her. Or anybody for that matter.

… (Pov: Amy)

Ahhh, here we are, back to my sad excuse of an apartment. Well, I consider it like that, but anybody is open to their own opinions or whatnot.

I only refereed to it like that because of the mass clutter that's been occurring, as I'd only been here for about 4 months, maybe 5. Whatever, not going to waste time counting up days on a stupid calendar, it would take me like half an hour to find one anyway.

Upon walking to my kitchen for like the 4th cup of coffee today, I nearly broke my neck in two as I almost tripped over a stupid box that was burrowing itself on the side of my couch. I shot a nasty "I'll burn you stupid box" glare at it as a grabbed a spoon, mug, and can of instant coffee out of my cabinet. I took out one of my few useable pots out and ran it under the sink for some water, and proceeded to place it on the stove to boil as I spooned some coffee into my mug, its little logo of the supermarket staring me in the face. I wanted to scream and chuck it out my window noticing that, but I have enough problems already, so I just turned it in the opposite direction.

While I waited however, that box which was in the back of my mind caught my attention once more. What was inside? When did I even pack that box, or had I never opened it in the first place since I moved out of my old home?

Curiosity grasped the better of me as I made my way to that small box adjacent to the couch. Well, I can't call it small as it was rather good sized, like a shoebox of some sort. I already knew this had to be at least a year or more old, as its cardboard surface was overshadowed with a layer of dust that was icky to the touch.

I tried blowing off most of it, a stupid idea because it made a cloud of dust over the box causing me to sneeze. What surprised me was that there wasn't really anything on the box at all, no labels or logos at all. The only aspect noticeable to me was some worn away writing that read "Do Not Lose" as if this box was a matter of life or death.

My mind went blank as I tried to remember what the box was. For some reason a minuscule part of my mind was telling me not to open it, that there was something bad associated with whatever was inside. I had a feeling that something was up anyway, why would I have a box unopened for that long?

"Well here goes I guess…," I croaked to myself, half fearing and wanting to leave it be, yet my curiosity took charge.

I removed 2 small slivers of tape in the front and opened it up, half fearing, half curious and excited upon what was on the inside. It could be some old childhood memories maybe, like stuff my mom would keep. Or maybe it could be just be money I had saved from years and years before, and boy did I need some cold hard cash right about now.

What was inside was nothing that I had guessed.

As soon as my eyes laid upon the box's contents, my heart felt like it had been torn from my body.

He had been following me this whole time, no matter how hard I tried to eliminate him from my life. I thought I finally got rid of him, cleared and emptied my mind of any memories of him.

No.

Staring back at me was the face of Sonic the Hedgehog.

…

"Hello, this is Mobius' central employment agency, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Miles Prower."

"Okay Mr. Prower, how can I help you today?"

Thank God the lady seemed to be in a bright mood, well considering her tone. But for some reason I grew extremely anxious, but continued to talk.

"Well, I'm in need of some sort of job, anything that pays pretty well is good. I kinda quit my last job because my boss and I had a grudge sort of thing against one another, and It was just annoying me too much. I have a lot of bills to pay and need some sort of income. And yes I'm unemployed if you're wondering."

"Hmm, well then Miles. I think I can scratch you in for an interview maybe tomorrow at two in the afternoon? How's that, or shall I move it to Wednesday."

"Let me check my planner."

What an abrupt and idiotic lie. I had no planner to begin with, and I had no plans to write in it making them utterly useless to me.

But to make it look like I did indeed have a planner somewhere, I took a book beside me and flipped through half the pages, acting like I was checking something.

"Tomorrow is fine, thank you."

"Great, so I'll see you tomorrow okay? Have a nice day now"

Funny, have a nice day now.

"Okay, thanks a lot. Bye." click

Well that could have been worse I guess. But to be honest, I don't think I've felt as pathetic as I am this very moment. Look at me; I'm probably one of the most intelligent people in Mobius and instead of using that sort of knowledge in something useful, I actually had to bother calling a stupid employment office. So much for achieving your dreams, teachers and parents lie, good there aren't any around for me anymore.

My appearance would shock them for one, as gone was the childish look I always had. Now instead of still having the look I had when I was twelve, I had adopted a rather mature look. My bangs grew out more, and I let them hang in front of my face. I even dyed them once, but I've learned that black doesn't suit me well.

I can't just blame them for my failures though, as most of it can be put upon me. I mean for one I could have applied for work in a place like Nasa for example, and I'd probably be offered one of their most prestigious occupations, granted that they'd read the incredible resume I had taken weeks to perfect.

I guess I can also blame the lack of desire I had in doing this stuff also. I haven't been on any adventures or missions for many months, and since I wasn't driven into building things to help the team, most of the designs I had could be simply considered useless in real life. Who would use a rocket launcher daily? Other than the army, nobody.

But those weren't the issue; it was the admiration that came with it that was annoying the shit out of me. I was never the spotlight type. But being the genius I was, hundreds of famous professors and other scientists were giving me praise for my collection of works. My rockets, planes, even a computer processor I made in my free time that I guaranteed was 5 times faster than an average one, made with basic materials that made it half the price. I was even the hero of some, but I just hated it. They didn't know me beyond my work.

I was an absolute disaster, and I knew it. In the last year I barely even saw anybody, my lack of human connections was killing me. Cream came over a couple of times to catch up on things, and I admit she was easy to talk to, but I had already known her for awhile so it didn't count to me.

I spent most of my time alone, the majority of this devoted to just thinking. Of what? To answer that, I'm not really sure what exactly it's hard to put together handful after handful of matchless thoughts.

Eventually, one of Creams' visits lead to her making an appointment to see a psychiatrist. I still consider that to be one of the most awkward days in my life, if not the most.

She was told to wait outside in a brightly lit hallway and sit on their unusual white chairs, which couldn't have been any brighter than they were. Meanwhile I was told to come in by this chubby man in his 50s, and according to the door of his office he indeed was the doctor. His office had dark brown walls, and a desk that was empty with the exception of a calendar and a notepad.

And for like an hour and a half I spent talking to this guy, his beady little blue eyes practically staring at me without blinking the entire time, it was making me afraid to even move. The annoying aspect of all of this was that nothing came out of it, and he was arrested for fraud around a month later.

Speaking of matchless thoughts, this somehow has reminded me that I have to go to the store today, I'm running low on bread and a couple of other things. I hated going shopping, I'd always bump into somebody who knew me and then I'd get the same idiotic question "Oh Tails! I haven't seen you in a long time, how have you been?" And then I would make yet another pathetic lie and soon we would be having a conversation of lies, isn't that fun?

My supermarket idea was trashed I found out by a quick glance at the clock over my TV, as it read bright and clear 5:15 pm. I didn't feel like going out in the cold and all, as the weather channel called for snowy and windy conditions tonight. Funny thing was that I was fully adapted at handing a rocket ship or a plane, but put me in a little Toyota Camry and all of a sudden I get nervous and intimidated. Maybe it's because the sky lacks the aspect of traffic.

Currently I was watching a documentary on global warming. I found parts of this actually extremely hilarious because the host of the show obviously had not a clue what she was talking about, and the way she tried to sound smart was even worse.

All of a sudden though my mind snapped to the date on the lower right hand side of the tv, as I forgot what today was. It was January 12th 2011, a date I was wishing I could skip, or just have forgotten about.

But I could not, as I knew full and well why today was significant. It was the 2nd anniversary of the incident, and I completely had sideswiped the entire day nearly before realizing it.

Today was the anniversary of the death of Sonic the Hedgehog.

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Please give me some thoughts about ch 1. I haven't done this in awhile, and I'd like to hear some comments.

Criticism is welcome.