Amy made her way back into her room. She sat on her bed, the lights were off. One of the side effects of the antidepressants was drowsiness, and it hit her like a truck. Amy was out before her head hit the pillow.
Amy was walking down the street, groceries in hand. She walked for what seemed like half an hour, yet she was still in the same spot as when she started. Her ears pricked up when she heard leaves snap behind her. It wasn't particularly windy outside, and she froze in her place. When she turned around, nothing was there. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down. Turning back around, her hands were ripped away from her body, someone else's hands controlled her wrists. She looked at who it was.
Eggman let out a hearty laugh. She screamed.
Amy woke up screaming. She looked around, trying to find some familiarity. Her heart was beating a thousand times a minute. She was in a cold sweat. She looked at the alarm clock next to her. It read 12:37.
Shaking, Amy sat up in her bed. She pulled her legs into her chest and held them tight.
A squeak sound came from outside her door, light flushed through the bottom crack. Amy's eyes grew wide as her door opened and light flooded her room.
She tensed up into a ball, her head tucking into her elbow almost like habit, "Stay away!"
She felt someone grab her wrists. She kicked out at the attacker, flailing her legs.
"Amy its me!" she heard someone yell at her. She felt one of her feet connect to the person's chest and heard a thud on the ground. Her wrists were free.
"That's some kick you got there, just don't use it on me again, please."
Amy looked over the side of her bed and through the hanging cloth. Sonic was laying on the ground clutching his stomach. A frown was plastered on Amy's face, "Sorry. I had a nightmare. I thought you were-"
Sonic pulled himself up off the ground and moved the curtains to sit next to the startled hedgehog, "No need for apologies, I understand. Want to talk about it?"
Amy looked at him with a blank face. She had been gone for a while, but the Sonic she remembered never wanted to talk about anything deep. The pink hedgehog shook her head.
Sonic nodded, "If you say so, Ames. I'll be out on the couch if you need me."
Amy watched him leave her room, shut her door behind him, then she listened as his footsteps got farther away. He seemed trapped. Sonic had never really used his house much except having people over. Amy was sure that he barely ever slept in his bed at his old place.
It's all my fault, Amy thought.
