Hey, peoples. I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog and Company. So don't ask. Nor do I own Linkin Park. So don't bug me about that either, okay? And if you're going to criticize, make it constructive, and don't flame or hate me because of what I wrote. Not my fault you're not open minded.
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Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
Amy thought about the way she viewed Sonic. What was so wrong with her? Why did he ignore her, and wish to be as far from her as possible? Was she too ugly, was she missing something?
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
She paced back and forth, between her bed, the door, and her dresser. She looked out the window and into the pouring rain outside. Shades of gray were the only color in the cold, wet city. She turned and looked at the small razor blade that was her guilty pleasure.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
Why did they always threaten her, as a way to get to Sonic? And why did he always come and save her? Was it the fact that so he could save himself some guilt on his mind? Why was she always the one caught in the middle of the war?
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
"What am I really fighting for - Sonic doesn't love me, so why do I continue on?" Amy asked herself. She didn't know why she always got angry, screaming, and saying things she wished she could take back. She didn't know how she became who she was, and she wasn't happy with herself. She picked up the small razor between her ungloved fingers.
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
She remembered when she'd hold onto Sonic when she had a problem that caused her to cry, but why was her heart heavy and why was she crying now? She didn't feel the razor digging into her fingers as she gripped it tightly. Getting up slowly, she went to her door and locked it. She didn't know any other way out.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
"Why do I cause so many problems for him?" Amy asked herself another question. His happiness had been her goal. And all she could see now was that she had made his life a living hell. Once in a while she had actually caused fights between Sonic and his friends...
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
She wiped the tears from her face, and ran to the windows, and throwing them open. Screaming into the empty street she asked the rain: "Why do you play these games with me, instead of just telling me the truth!" But no reply came. No one answered. In her anger and hatred for herself, she screamed again: "I HATE YOU, AND I WANT TO DIE FOR IT!" No one replied. But someone heard her.
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
Amy looked at the razor one more time, and the metal bit her wrist. She dragged it slowly and deeply into her flesh, the warm, crimson life blooming. The razor fell out of her hand and she watched the blood gurgle out of her vein. She stood there on trembling knees and muttered through clenched teeth, "I love you, Sonic." Collapsing on the floor, someone dialed 911. The same person who heard her.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
The ambulance got there about 5 minutes later. The techinitions ran up the stairs to her apartment, and opened the door. They then went to her bedroom and had to knock in that door. On the floor, lay a small pink hedgehog. A razor blade had fallen under the bed. Old scars showed up pale against the soft flesh. And a single slice to the wrist was still bleeding.
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About an hour and a half later, he got a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Sonic the Hedgehog?" the woman on the other end of the phone asked.
"The one and only. What can I do for you?"
"Sir, there's been an accident."
Sonic swallowed. Oh god, he thought. Something happened with Tails...
"We were informed by a Miles Prower we should call you next. There's a Miss Amy Rose who was brought into the hospital."
"What happened? Is Amy okay?"
"Mister Prower said you should come down as soon as you can." The there was a click and the familiar hum of an open phone line echoed through the room. Sonic felt empty.
15 minutes later
So, there he is, sitting at her bedside, watching the machines make her breathe and check her heart rate, the IV in her arm putting blood into her system.
"What did they say happened...?" Sonic asked, staring at the sterilized white tile floor.
"They say they got a 9-1-1 call with someone saying something about a girl planning on committing suicide. The doctor told me she lost a lot of blood. He suspect psychologically she fell into a severe depression, and she finally 'snapped', as he put it." Tails responded, staring at his tails, which were resting on his lap.
"Do they know when she'll wake up?" Sonic said quietly, not really wanting to hear the response but said it before he thought.
"No. The doctor said Amy's in a coma, so she could wake up today, tomorrow, next week, next year, five years from now - who knows."
Sonic nodded numbly. He didn't know what caused her to go into her depression. But he knew until she woke up, he'd miss holding Amy when she needed a shoulder to cry on.
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So, you like? I might add more if I choose to. But, I think it's fine the way it is.