Fear
Chapter 1: This house is not a Home
My life sucks. So does yours, but mine especially. Like For example. 3 months ago my friends and I were battling an intergalactic army called the "Meterex." The Meterex were evil robots hell-bent on destroying the galaxy or universe, or whatever the hell they were doing. I had gained a new friend at the start of the battle. Her name was Cosmo. She was a Seederan. But was also the last Seederan.
I loved her. And I didn't give a good goddamn on who cared. I know she loved me too. But 2 weeks ago-when the Meterex was about to do their thing-she died. Because of me. I had to shoot her because it was the only way out. And her death killed the leader of the Meterex. I was happy that that happened. But I can't escape the fact that I killed someone I cared about! Now it's been 2 weeks since I killed her. We are now approaching our home planet. Damn I wish I was dead.
"Ah! Home sweet home!" Knuckles said walking off of the platform. I was glaring at him behind his back. I slugged my way off of the platform. I kept my head down so no one could see the severe sadness on my face. "You alright 2T?" Sonic asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm fine. I just need to be alone for a while." I said coldly. "Tails, I know you're not fine. You have to let Cos-"I cut him off. "I swear you say her name, I'll put you down right here, right now." He retrieved his hand and starred at me. I stared at him back. A short time later, I started rotating my tails and flying as fast as I could to my house.
I landed in front of my door. I didn't keep it locked so I just easily walked in. I walked along my living room. Same old couch. Same old reading chair. Same old TV. Same old me...same.
"She should be here with me" I said quietly. I sighed and quickly made my way into the kitchen. I needed something to drink. I opened the refrigerator door only to find it was empty. Empty. Like my heart. I shook my head to get the thought away. I checked the cabinets. But just dinner plates and bowls.
"Dammit!" I yelled. I walked over to the wall, pressed my back against it and slid down. Making my fur parallel to the wall. It was very uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them and laid my head on my right knee. I can't remember how long I was there, but time seemed to never tick another second.
"There is a way out of this Miles." I slowly lifted my head up. Hoping I would see Cosmo. I didn't see anything...except for the cabinets UNDER the sink.
I crawled on my knees to the double wooden doors. I opened the left door first. All I saw was the copper pluming for the sink. This had a huge crack all along it. So I couldn't even get water to drink.
"Fuckin' Mario." I said under my breath. I then opened the right door. What I saw blew me away. A full bottle of Jack Daniels and 3 joints. Yes, joints. Pot joints. I reached back, grabbed the bottle by the neck, and set it down next to me. I then picked up the joints and studied them in my hand. Where the hell did these come from? Then I remembered.
"Goddammit Randy." Randy was this gray wolf that I met at the music store a while back. One day Randy's girlfriend dumped his ass and kicked him out. So he asked if he could stay at my place. But I told him he has to pay rent. Well the thing about Randy was...he's an alcoholic and a pot head. He got his money from selling weed. I looked at the joints and in my perevial vision I saw a flat piece of paper that had writing on it. The only paper that he used that didn't have grass stains on it I guess. The paper read:
"Tails,"
Hey man! Guess what dude! My girlfriend took me back and invited me back in! Isn't that great? I can finally get out of your fur. So instead of paying you in money, I left a little surprise for you. I will talk to you later man! But for right now, my girlfriend and I are going to get the moonlight howl on if you know what I mean! Peace
Randy
He sure is an idiot. An alcoholic, pot head and a pervert. What more could a girl ask for? I crumpled up the note and threw it behind me. I grabbed the bottle and headed into the living room. I set down the bottle on my coffee table and sat on the couch. And I starred at it. Its 5 in the afternoon and I'm about to have my first drink. Who ever thought that a 12 year old fox could get a hold of something this strong?
I popped off the cap, and took a small swig. The liquid burned going down my throat, but once it reached my stomach. I felt better already and it tasted great! I then took a longer drink. I shook my head violently. My quills flipping left to right. The alcohol quickly went into my head and made me feel like it was empty.
"Woohoo! Man this is some good stuff!" I said. Then I took a huge drink. Practically gulping down the entire thing. The next thing…I burped. I exhaled and it was like breathing out fire. I went to take another drink, only to get a tiny drop. "Great." I said throwing the bottle at the door. Right when it was opening.
Sorry for such a short and not so "descriptive" chapter, but I kinda sped wrote this. Don't worry though, a longer and much better chapter will be up soon. Updates every weekend