Disclaimer: I own none of the character mentioned in this fanfiction. All of them belong to Sega or The Sonic Company.
This fanfic is dedicated to necromancyismyname
He sat there, giggling uncontrollably; gripping the carpet.
He remembered when it all started, following from a distance. Everywhere she went he would follow secretly, in the shadows. Always watching her sleep, chest rising so peacefully. He loved that; her face was always showed no fear. He would stay until she woke up, leaving effortlessly back to his house.
She loved her, to pieces. Every part of him lusted for her, that's why he followed her; everywhere. One night he finally crawled into her room with a ring. He asked her for her hand in eternal marriage. She only stared wondering if she should scream or not. He then put the ring in her palm and wrapped her fingers around it. How did he know where she's lived? H-had he been following her? She screamed at him, calling him weird names; names he didn't understand.
He tried to apologize, but she would never listen; he ran away jumping out of the window quickly flying back to his house, blood pumping. Restraining order came around quickly binding him from the one he loved most, he hated that; the ankle bracelet always chafed his fur. He was hurt.
Then he found out her secret, she was taken… Taken by another; one that never understood her like he did. The blue one.
He was angry, how could she; he cried for days on end, trying to get a grip. He saw them everywhere in the park, at restaurants, at the fair. Why was she so damn happy, it made no sense.
He was enraged, smashing and breaking everything, broken glass lay everywhere along with small traces of his own blood.
He stayed up every night thinking of her. He couldn't take it.
He quickly picked up one of the many glass shards and stabbed it into his fur, crimson blood dripped onto the carpet, as he breathed through his clenched teeth. Tears drip down his cheeks.
The agony in a sense calmed him down; His breathing began to grow as he reached to pull the shard.
He screamed blood stained his white gloves.
It began a regular pattern, every day, right before dawn. Sometimes three or four times.
He forgot about her for once, only letting his mind wander.
Scars lined his arms, but he didn't seem to notice.
Then he was dragged from his haven, the only place he thought he was safe.
They drugged him, everything was moving too fast.
He tried his best to struggle, but the darkness engulfed him in to nothingness.
When he opened his eyes, he was in an unknown room in small house, the sun warmed his fur.
He was tied down, his body fidgeted under the tan straps.
There was no noise, loneliness gripped his heart.
Then a man stepped in, His eyes locked on his.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way," He whispered gently "We will help the best we can, I promise you'll get better."
He sat there asking him questions, about her, about everything. He would never answer.
The man only stared, he could tell the poor hedgehog was obviously in pain; a pain that griped the fabric of his being.
This continued every day at the same time, all his questions were unanswered.
Then he had an idea, he wheeled a TV a switched it on a put in a small tape in the VCR.
"It is today long time sweet hearts Amy Rose and Sonic the hedgehog are finally getting married, the ceremony is about to begin here she co-" He switched it off and checked out his face.
Tears dripped down his cheeks, as he stared at the TV.
"She's mine you bastard, m-mine." He struggled against the bonds; his heart ached inside his chest.
"I know it hurts but you have to let her go, let her go." The man said as he tried to calm him down.
"N-ever N-NEVER." He screamed, his blood curdled.
"n-n-ever, never." He whispered her face showed brightly in his mind.
She was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I need to go, I have to… or else I'll never be able to put this to rest" She whispered as she hugged him tightly.
"Just promise me you'll try to be safe." He whispered back affectionately.
"I promise." She leaned over and kissed him slightly as she ran out the door.
She walked out of her apartment and quickly down the stairs. It was now or never. It had been plaguing her for two years.
Then she finally approached it; she paid the cab driver and walked quickly into the building.
They let her in, she ran down the hallway, chest rising swiftly as approached her destination.
She stopped at a wooden door, her heart beating out of her chest.
She opened it, a small room; with one bed and one window; He was sitting in a corner.
He was whispering to himself.
"She'll be back, my rose will be back…"
She kneeled next to him and grabbed his hand. It was freezing.
She opened it and dropped a sapphire ring inside.
"She has to be back, she would never leave me here…"
She wrapped his gloved hand around it. He looked down at his hands, her hands touching his.
"No n-no this can't be real. It's happening again, g-give me the medicine." He tilted his head towards the wall not wanting to face the truth
"Shadow, look at me." She forced his head towards her.
"You're not real, they said y-you weren't real, they said I m-made you up." He whispered fear made its way into his voice.
"No look at me, I'm real." She whispered it hurt her to see him like this.
"Amy a-my m-my Amy."
"I'm sorry but I'm not yours…"
"N-o n-o I gave you the ring, don't you remember; you called me those names."
"I'm sorry for that… I just want you to get better."
"And then you put the restraining order on me, I still have the cuff, look." He said pointing to his anklet. A red light was blinking.
"No no please focus, look at me." She said forcing him to look at her eyes again.
"I don't love you…"
"No n-o that's not true, I gave you the r-."
"I know you did, but…"
"Your with him, I know; but we can run away together, I have it all planned out you se-"
"No I love him…"
He locked at the small object in his hands, a sapphire stared back at him.
"I'm sorry, but I can't love you." She kissed his cheek softly and began to make her way to the door.
She looked back at him; his usually deep ruby red eyes were dull red with no emotion.
She shut the door behind herself, and began to swiftly towards the exit.
He breathed through clenched teeth, eyes shut.
It wasn't supposed to be this way; he had it all planned out.
He ran towards the door at full speed, breaking the lock. They tried to stop him but he struggled out of their grasp.
He stopped at a window, she was there; rain pouring down on her.
Then he came, blue fur drenched in the down pour; he grinded his teeth and continued to run towards the exit. He had to catch her, he just had to.
He reached the exit and ran outside to see a blur of blue and pink streaking away from the asylum.
He stood there, arms at his sides trying to process the information.
He was too late.
He fell to his knees, mud covered his shoes; he didn't care.
He didn't care about anything anymore.
They came and guided him back towards his room.
That's when the giggling returned.
It started out a little, and then it came to point where he couldn't stop.
He sat there, giggling uncontrollably; gipping the carpet.
They gave him more drugs, but his giggles would not stop.
Then they left him alone.
With only his mind to comfort himself.
His giggles turned into sobs, all at once crying for days and days. No one could get through to him.
That was then this is now.
He walked through a small garden he had grown himself.
He was better than he was before, but even more unstable.
He could never leave the house, which was fine by him; all he needed was his roses.
He did cry often, he was still hurt.
But he was in his own world, where nobody got hurt. Everything was perfect.
She was always with him; no one was there to stop him from loving her.
He gripped the roses and walked back into his room.
"See I brought you roses, just the way you like them." He giggled nervously.
She only stared at them before throwing them on the ground and stepping on them.
"I'm sorry, you wanted something else. I-I understand." He got up and left the roses on the ground.
He walk out back to his garden, and began to rip out every rose, thorns pricked his fingers.
Then he felt something on his shoulders, it was him.
"What are you doing, I thought you loved your roses."
"No, she doesn't like them..."
"Who doesn't, I don't understand?"
"A-Amy doesn't I can't grow things she doesn't like."
"Why."
"S-she'll leave; she can't leave. N-not again. Not like last time. No, I have to what she wants, no more leaving."
He continued to pull the flowers.
He walked back to his room, she was sitting there.
"I-'m sorry, it's going to take a while for them to grow."
She yelled at him, why he couldn't be perfect.
She walked out of the door, leaving him on his knees.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered.
She was gone, for good.
He banged on the door.
"Come back, I'm sorry!" He yelled his breathing began to grow ragged.
He walked over to his bed; he looked around before pulling the ring out from under his pillow.
He picked up one of the roses and slid down the wall, slowly.
"I'm sorry, comeback please... don't leave me...not again." He whispered.
"I know you love me why are you hiding it."
Than he felt something deep inside.
"Hehehe…. It's starting."
His heart sped up as his breathing began to become short pants.
"I'm sorry I couldn't please you…. F-f-f-forgive me… forgive m-."
Everything went black as he slumped to the ground.
The rose still clutched in his hand.
She was at home; Sonic was on another mission, like always.
She got the call.
"Hello…. What …. What do you mean… really…? Oh my God." She dropped the phone and made her way to the door.
"Taxi, TAXI." She screamed as a yellow cab greeted her at the curb.
"Ridge ford –"
"You mean the asylum why would yo_"
"Yes just drive."
The ride was quick.
She got out paid and ran towards the door.
She ran down the same hallway; her heart thumping out of chest.
She opened the door.
He sat there slumped on his side.
She kneeled next to him; she placed one gloved hand and laid it on his shoulder.
She rolled him over.
His eyes were open, his gaze pierced her soul, and a single tear welled in his eyes.
She looked at his hands, a rose stayed clutched in his fingers.
"I'm so sorry Shadow I never meant for this to happen."
She cried as she laid her head on his cold shoulder.
The funeral was a small one; he never really had any friends.
Only Amy stood there, a black dress swayed in the wind.
Author's notes: Well, sorry if this made NO SENSE this is what happens when you watch phantom of the opera and Ghost busters on a very long bus trip. This literally crawled out of my head when we were watching ghost busters, which is a horrible movie and rotted part of my brain. Well I just wanted to say that the next chapters of my story will be out this is only a one shot and that this was only an experimental story for me. It's always shadow who gets Amy but what if he doesn't for once? Lastly this is dedicated to necromancyismyname because she introduced my to Within Temptation which helps me write 10x quicker so thank you !
Ps. Hedgehogs can die from broken hearts….
Thanks for being so understanding!
~Siberian forest