"It's time for your medications. Line up, all of you."

Sonic continued to sit in his chair by himself as they all lined up for their medications. The nurse called them one by one by name, giving them their oddly colored pills.

He didn't need pills. He wasn't messed up like all these guys. He was normal. His ears pricked up as he heard yelling. "I don't need goddamn pills!" He of course knew who this was. Shadow. He smacked the pills and the cup of water from the nurse's hand.

"Shadow," she sighed. "You've been here for months now. You want to know why?"

"Because I refuse to be your fucking guinea pig?" he screeched. "I'm not taking your drugs! Especially just to solve my problems!"

"Shadow, you've been stuck in here because you refuse to comply with the rules. We are about fed up to here with your behavior. A few more strikes and you're sent to a real mental institution. Would you want that?"

"Don't speak to me as if I'm a lowly child!" was the only thing he said, as he ran to his room. He closed the door harshly. Another nurse was about to follow him, until she said, "Just let him go. He's unfortunately allowed to refuse to take his medicine. God, I want to inject more Ativan in his ass right now."

Sonic chuckled, until the same nurse called him. "Sonic!"

"Who, me?"

"Yeah, come and take your medicine."

Sonic walked up to her, the nurse handing him a cup of water and a pink pill.

"Uh…what's this?" he interrogated, pointing to the pill.

"Oh, this. The doctor is making you take this for your depression."

Sonic continued to stare at it. "Excuse me, but I…don't have depression. I'm not depressed."

"Sonic, the doctor said you're obviously depressed because of your self-injury and your suicide attempt, not to mention your depressed thinking. You may also have Borderline…"

"This is ridiculous!" he groaned. "Look, unlike Shadow, I don't need medicine! I don't need pills! Save them for someone who really needs them."

"So you're refusing to take them?"

Sonic nodded. "Yeah, I really don't need pills!"

"If you do this, you'll have to stay here…"

"I don't need to stay in here! I'll tell the doctor that all of this is…"

"Sonic, you're being held in here by the court. You are deemed a danger to yourself. Just take the pill and you'll feel better…"

"No!" He slapped the pill out of her hand. The whole room was silent.

"…Alright then." She took the medicine cart and pushed it away from him, out of the ward.

Sonic went inside his room, to see his roommate already lying on his bed. "Let me guess. You took your medicine like a good little boy. A good little obedient dog."

"…Actually…no, I didn't."

He faced him, looking a little shocked. "I got my reasons to not take it. Why not you?"

"Because I don't have depression. I don't need to take pills."

"Your denial is a little surprising. Even if you're that depressed to try to kill yourself, you're not depressed enough to be whipped by those jackasses."

"I'm not…" he stopped, knowing Shadow would mention "denial" again.

"Say, why are you in here anyways?"

Shadow flipped around in his bed, back facing him. "That's none of your business, now is it?"

Shadow was right. Maybe Shadow's case was so bad or embarrassing that he had no right to know. Sonic laid down on his bed. He wanted to mention how he wanted to see his son again, but he knew Shadow wouldn't care.

He turned off the light, both of them casted off to sleep.

Miles had to see this for himself. He sneaked out of Knuckles' house to find it. The beast. His dad couldn't be that crazy. After all, it explains a little bit. Those scratches he got that one day seemed to have come from a monster. He was still a firm believer in his dad standing up against suicide and self-harm.

He opened the front door and flipped the light switch. Nothing. Just the TV and couch, looking undisturbed since the incident. He flipped another light switch, seeing everything that still remained after the incident. He still saw the gun on his dad's bed, the blood staining the bathroom. Beside his bed was a picture of both him and Sonic. His father seemed so happy, so passionate back then. "I'm going to find out what happened, dad. I will," he quietly spoke to himself.

He went to the kitchen, also switching the lights on. He began to scream.

He saw the beast. He was devouring everything in the fridge, aware that it'll be a while before he would be fed again. He heard the fox's cry and gleamed at him with his eyes.

Miles tried to calm himself down. But his father was right all along! A beast was in the house! It was going to try to kill him, just like how he tried to kill his dad!

The beast sighed. They finally found out.

"You…you…you're going to kill me!" he shrieked. "Please don't eat me!"

The beast shrugged. "Listen kid. I don't eat kids. And I won't kill you. You haven't done anything to me. I'm not that kind of beast."

Miles halted screaming. His words were reassuring enough. "So, you're…"

"That's right. I'm the beast. I'm the one who did those things to your dad."

"But…why?" Miles queried.

"It's a long story. Very long. And complicated. You better get a drink, because this will take a while."