I was inspired by one of my favorite artists to write this songfic.
The storyline is given from dib07, in which currently Shadow was taken away and Sonic is kidnapped. I wrote this out to somewhat foresee how this whole fiasco could screw with Sonic's mind and make him just run away from everything. I highly suggest that you watch the music video this story is based on AFTER you read it to get the whole thing, that or you can take it on stand-alone. Enjoy!
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Baseline story from dib07's 'Crossroads' and 'Crossroads Finale'
Inspired by Lana Del Rey's 'Ride'.
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I stood there, on the balcony, cherry cola in my hand. The sun beat down on my body like a thousand suns, warming me up until I sweat. The wind blew so hot on my face that I held my breath, and waited. I wished. That he was here. The man behind me sat quietly in his plastic chair, smelling the rusty smell that floated in the wind from his bottle. I welled up and started to tear.
"You have to face facts that they're gone now." He said to me. Voice as rusty as gold. I loved him for that. I backed up and sat on his lap. "Stay with us for a while."
I couldn't help but just sit there with him. Fiddling with his shirt and intoxicating myself with the smell of beer and the taste of cherry cola. I was home here. I was desensitized. Unnerved. Unwilling to follow the status quo.
I was in the winter of my life. And the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them. My friends were gone, they told me. And I would be alone if I didn't listen to them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless road that lead to nowhere and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me… and my only real happy times.
I was a singer. Not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming an explorer, like my father. But upon an unfortunate series of events, I saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on. Over and over again. Sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that… that it takes getting everything you've ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
I rode with them. I ran with them. Running through the searing heat until my heart gave out and my legs caved in and they'd carry me. Feeling the wind rush through my quills, throwing my arms up to the heavens and hoping they'd throw something back down at me as I looked up. I saw the future as I saw the road in front of me: long, dry, and endless. I chose to continue down my own road. Couldn't care less about the green plants slowly creeping away to my right, or the black storm close behind me. I love not knowing what lies ahead, because I also love danger. And numbness. Spiritless.
I stood at a wall covered in graffiti and gang words that advertized death, orange soda in my hand. The night was cold and the stars were young. I waited at the wall, watching the people pass by going who-knows-where doing who-knows-what.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living when I was young, they asked me "Why?". But there's no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual 'hog. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to the North and no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean I feared.
I jumped into his car without thinking. I just do things. We chatted and sat there listening to classic rock. He asked me to come with him a second time. Out onto the open road, to explore, to break all the rules and not care. If I said I didn't plan for it to end this way, I'd be lying.
Because I was born to be the other spirit. I belonged to no one. Who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing. Who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to a point that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
I didn't care where I went or who I was with. They all just took me with them. As I threw my hands up into the air I thought about everything I left behind, and all the things I'd done. But then I remember that I'm riding. Moving forward and never looking back. Years and years ago with the friends I used to know, I was happy, but now I'm free. I have no worries because these people have no worries.
I don't care what the future is anymore.
