It was night when Tails woke up from a nightmare. Dressed in sweat, he sat up in his small twin bed. It happened again. Another nightmare in which he never thought it would come to him again. He dreamed about losing everything, and everyone around him. Being humiliated like he always was outside of the dream world.
Tails looked over at his drawer and opened it. Inside was a revolver that he stole from Shadow. Thank Chaos that he didn't find out, or else Tails would've been in a pool of his own blood, laying on the street for people to walk over him. He grabbed the revolver and held it in his hand.
Oh why did people not understand? Was it because they're too insecure? Too afraid of knowing the truth? Was it because of their own corruption? Corruption that they made? That they became? They are the corruption.
Tails held the gun in his mouth. Tears streaming down his face. 16 years of life didn't pay off after all. Sonic didn't do anything to help him, it looked as though he tried, but failed miserably. How foolish of him for not trying hard enough to help his little brother. Foolish of everyone who called him unspeakable names and ruined his reputation. Ruined him for being himself. Tails smiled.
'It will all be over soon', he thought.