The Gates To Hell

Tears drifted down their face. Gone, and there was no way to get them back. Why couldn't they have been closer? Why couldn't things work out? "And they were such a cute couple…"

A form shivered in the wind. It was night; a cold rain hovered downward. The form held close a picture. In the frame sat a young couple. A pink girl, and a blue boy. The boy was none other than himself, Sonic the Hedgehog.

Tears streamed down his face. Before today his life was perfect. A cute girlfriend, his best friend was well, he had a great home, a great life. And to think he threw it all away.

In his hand, a dagger sat. Blood ran down the handle as it had moved closer to Sonic. Sonic cried out in pain as it dug deeper into his chest. Yet, though his heart was already broken, death did not come. So he had to help it along the way.

As people walked by, they merely looked with a glance at the dying hero. No one stopped to help him, though his hand reached out, reached out for anyone to take it, but Sonic was alone.

Then, as he took in his last breath, the warmth of a hand gripped into his. He tried to look, but everything was dark. A swirling sensation took hold of him. Then, he couldn't think anymore, and the spinning continued.

Sonic heard a voice. It spoke softly to him, and echoed through his mind's last thoughts.

Pain swished through him. Not physically, but mentally. Then, with a sudden blast to his chest, his eyes flashed open. Men in white coats and covers over their mouths stood over him. They all held small tools and were covered in blood. Sonic tried to sit, but he couldn't move. He then gawked in horror as he scanned the room.

A morgue.

Sonic tried to say something, anything. I'm not dead! His mind screamed. Stop! Please, I'm still here... please… The last thought hit his mind until a doctor yelled at his open and moving eyes. Then the beating heart and breathing chest. The doctors acted quickly to revive him, but…

…They were too late…

Sonic stared into the bright light above him. The last thing he was to see. No! It can't end this way! I never apologized! I… gotta… stay… awake… As Sonic faded away, a voice echoed through his mind. A hauntingly familiar voice, with darkness in it's core.

"…Never Sleep, Never die…"

Then, a lifting sensation flew over him. He was lifted up to a place of beauty and happiness, but something was wrong. Sonic had not a happy thought in his head. He tried hard to remember, for the admittance requires one to possess happy thoughts, at least one.

But there was not a thought to be found.

Tears covered his face as he looked down, only to discover blood, drenching his body. Then, a pit below him opened and he was dropped down, down into the crevice of hell.

Tears drifted down their faces. Gone, and there was no way to get him back. Why couldn't they have been closer? Why couldn't things work out? "And they were such a cute couple…"

The End

You Know The Drill

No True End to Be Found

But For Now

Let Us Remember Our Happy Thoughts

They'll Come In Handy After Death

In Memory of Sonic The Hedgehog

His Suicide

The Worst Thoughts In His Head

His Memory In Ours

Wishes Are Eternal