"Dude, I—I still can't believe she did this to herself!" Sonic sobbed to Tails. In front of him lay the body of Amy Rose.

Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge, and Shadow, who all attended the New Year's party together, sat silently around Amy's hospital bed.

Sonic and Tails were on the left side side, and Knuckles, Rouge and Shadow were on the right.

Sonic was blowing his nose on Tails' handkerchief, Tails' eyes filled with tears. He didn't dare blink, or they would all come spilling out. He had to be strong. For Sonic.

Knuckles and Shadow were bent over with their hands clasped together on the bed sheets, praying in silence.

Rouge, sitting in between Knuckles and Shadow, had her right hand on Knuckles' back, trying to calm him, and control her.

Amy lay on the bed face-up. She seemed so plain . . . if you didn't look at her stitches, cuts, bruises, and . . . missing skin.

She didn't know where she was. Maybe between the World of Living and World of Lost Souls. The border of life and death.

Amy remembered how she tried to kill herself. She remembered how the thought even came to her. She remembered it all. The pain. The skill. The madness . . . .

I was ready. For death. To my left were a small knife and a large knife. On my right were a rope and pills.

I opened the child-proof lid to the pills. Painkillers. I swallowed what was left from earlier. From when I got out my tools. Thirty to start with. Only 17 left. I gulped down all 17, one-at-a-time.

Then, I swigged some vodka. Expensive vodka. Hey, if I was going to die, vodka should be my last drink!

I grabbed the thick rope and pulled it around my left arm, knotted it, pulled it around my back and looped my right arm, then knotted it again. Slowly, I picked up my large knife and stabbed it into my left arm.

"GRAHHH!" I growled and held back even louder shouts.

I repeated this step with my right arm, holding back more pain than imaginable. After slitting my arms, I took the small knife and slit my arms all the way down to the wrists.

I needed to die. Too many mysteries floated around in this world for me to handle.

I stabbed my stomach with the large knife and cut all the way down. My skin peeled apart like a sticker from its backing.

I needed to die. Nobody loved me, and I had nothing to do in my life. I couldn't go any farther anymore.

I slit my legs, like my arms, with the small knife from my kneecaps to my ankles. I would absolutely die after all this.

I needed to die. I needed to die. Needed to . . . die . . . to . . . .

Sonic glanced at the tall machine on wheels next to Amy's bed. It showed her heart rate. Slowly, little-by-little, it was slowing down. Amy was dying.

"Let's go Sonic," Knuckles said, "she won't make it any further. You know it as well as I do."

"No." Sonic said sternly. "No." Knuckles frowned. This would be hard for Sonic.

"Okay . . ." Knuckles said pensively. "We'll stay until she—"

"She won't die! STOP THINKING NEGATIVELY!" Sonic growled. Everyone was quiet. So quiet, you could hear the mosquitoes outside chatting. If only they knew what became of Sonic.

A long beep sounded. Sonic bared his teeth. "DO something, Knuckles! JUST DO something! For ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!"

Knuckles stared at Sonic for a brief half-second, then brought up his fist and slammed the side of it down on Amy's chest.

Rouge and Shadow gasped. Tails gasped. Sonic said nothing, his expression unreadable and blank.

"DON'T DIE DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN TO SONIC NO YOU DON'T YOU BETTER NOT KILL YOURSELF AND EXPECT EVERYONE TO HAVE PITY FOR YOU I DON'T HAVE PITY FOR YOU AND NEVER WILL HAVE PITY FOR YOU I HOPE YOU LEARN YOUR DAMN LESSON BITCH!" he took a breath as he still pounded Amy's chest.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF YOU HAD NO REASON TO GO COMMIT SUICIDE YOU JUST DID IT TO MAKE SONIC FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU DID IT FOR ATTENTION YOU DID IT FOR PITY YOU DID IT FOR LOVE I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL WHEN YOU DO DIE!" he took another big breath.

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU WEREN'T A HOBO ON THE STREET OR A DRUG ADDICT OR A PSYCHOTIC BASTARD AT LEAST NOT UNTIL YOU THOUGHT ABOUT SUICIDE WHY DID YOU DO IT IF THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG IN YOUR LIFE YOU SAW A BOY WHO YOU DIDN'T THINK LIKED YOU BOO-FUCKIN'-HOO AND YOU KILLED YOURSELF OVER IT HE DOES LIKE YOU AND YOU DESTROYED HIS HAPPINESS I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF!" Knuckles gasped for breath and pounded Amy's chest one last time.

Rouge had scooted away from Knuckles, toward Shadow, in hopes of safety for herself. Sonic just nodded understandingly. Tails fell off his chair onto the floor, half way under Amy's bed. Shadow stared wide-eyed at Knuckles, still sucking in air.

"Knuckles . . ." Rouge cried and slumped over in her seat.

Sonic made eye contact with Shadow, nodded, and stared at Amy.

Her eyelashes fluttered, then opened.