It's A Long Way Down, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

(A/N: I was feeling kind of dark yesterday. I'll let you decide who you want the person in the story to be.)

It's a Long Way Down.

The solace of the night brings so many things. The breeze, cooling, along with the darkness. It's a word I never would have associated with desire.

I don't think I know what I'm doing anymore. All the late night binge drinking, the drugs. I want it. I want to never have to feel this pain again. Pushing through each second of the day, the forced smiles, the broken embraces.

People don't know. I never expected them to realise it, either. They go about their lives. I'm so far above them, and in more ways than one.

The skyscraper. A building meant to prove wealth. Sometimes I wonder if it was intended for something else. Uses should be in the eye of the user. One thousand uses for a skyscraper in the right mind. I've been on this roof so many times, yet never in the same light.

It's ironic, isn't it. That the world is too fast. Those people don't give you time to recover. I can't slow down because they won't let me.

They'll be expecting me for breakfast soon. I look back to the people. It's a long way down, and I'm getting tired. It all seems so close, as if the black is luring me towards it. A couple of people have stopped. They're looking at me. Pointing and shouting.

I suppose it's my gesture. It's suggestive of what I'm about to do. The thought is a nice one; flying into the black hole that's pulling me in. I've lost my grasp on reality and I'm aware of it. The ground is so far away…it's like vertigo.

Sirens have gathered, now. They're a long way down, but too close. Amplified voices are begging me to stop. They don't want to lose me. I don't care.

I can't understand them, the ones on the ground, they're threatening me with what I want. It's like telling a child not to throw a tantrum otherwise they'll get an ice cream.

It's painful. To be this degraded. To hear people screaming. To imagine their faces when they see my mangled body. I can betray myself, but not them. They tell me I can do it. They tell me I can fly. I won't fly, I'll fall. Because I won't fall into myself any longer. And every time I get better, I'm forced further into this trap.

Each time that I fix it, I force a blade further into my heart.

It's such a long back down to the way things were, I can't go back.

Helicopters now. They've got nets, trampolines, blankets. They think they've done it.

But -- they're there. They've called them. Their faces and voices now plead for my discontinuation. They really have done it. I can't live with myself now. It tears away at my soul to see them cry…the ones that I couldn't bear to see upset. The ones I fought for.

At least I'm prepared. My arms are spread, as they have been for the whole of the night, and my eyes close. One thousand uses for a skyscraper.

It's a long fall from dignity, grace and idolism. They scream in anger now, screaming at a part of their lives. The ground rushes up to meet me.

…

And…

It really wasn't a long way down.

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