Wow, poor Shadow. I can't imagine him saying gangsta or bootylicous, heheh...lol. Well. I hope you all like it. Sorry there hasn't been an update in a while; my internet got shut off (again)!!!

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When in 3rd person POV: Thoughts

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My Immortal

Chapter 2, My Immortal Part II

Roxanne is a very pretty 16 year old girl. She is 5'3-5'4 ft. She has black hair that is halfway down her back and has purple streaks (dyed, of course.) She has all up the sides of her ears pieced, her belly button, and the left hand side of her lip pierced. She is a punk and she wears alot of black eye makeup, and her eyes are an icy blue color. Most of the shirts she wears are band shirts, the others say funny things. She also wears Chuck Taylor Converse shoes

(Roxanne's POV)

7:30pm, Febuary 3.

Well, I called Joy, and she said I was allowed to stay out as late as I wanted, that usually meant, come home around eightish. Joy is my step-mother, my real mother died years ago...I miss her... I would never call my father for anything, he doesn't love me...

I'm so tired of being here,

I can't wait untill I'm 18, and I can move away from his ass. I never want to see him again, he says things, he hurts me, and-- well, you'll see when I get home.

Suppressed by all my childish fears,

I am scared of my dad, he doesn't love me, and has never loved me, but I never knew why, but someday I will find out!

And if you have to leave,

I may have alot of nice things, but Joy has a job and pays for them with her paycheck. My father is a 'respected' businessman. I prayed to God, Buddah, Jesus, almost every religous god, except the devil that he would go on a business meeting, and someone finally answered. But if I only knew who....

I wish that you would just leave,

But he will leave his mark, either on my skin, or on my mind. I will remember what he says, or see what he does to me, and he will break me down as he's been doing since I was able to walk.

Because your presence still lingers here,

As me and my friends do almost everytime we hang out, we go to St. Evan's Park. We went, and sat on a bench, and about 20 or 30 ft. away from us was that back hedgehog sleeping on a bench. Reminds me of me when I ran away once, because of what my father said. We were sitting around just talking; about boys, school, what happened today. But I was paying no attention to them, I was just staring at the black hedgehog. He seemed to fasinate me, what was his name? Night, Dark, Shade, Shadow! That was his name. I saw a man, a bulldog standing by the smoking tree and I knew who he was. I whispered to my friends, "I'll be right back, I gotta get my, uhh... medication." I got up, and went to the man and said, "Pot." He fiddled through his pockets, and pulled out a sip-lock bag that had 5 blunts that had pot in it, he said, "Ten bucks." Wow, his prices got cheaper over the past week. I handed him 10 bucks and he handed me the pot, I put it in my cookie monster purse, with my cigarettes, and lighter. I went back to my friends and I stared at Shadow again. A few monthes ago, he was on the news, he was the one who stole that chaos emerald from the bank. Why hell anyone would have a chaos emerald in the bank, I dunno?

And it won't leave me alone.

Then just last month, he tried to save the world, along with friends though, and succeeded, but you don't hear what good he did, only the bad. My best friend Kim looked at me, (Kim was a red cat, not much taller then Amy Rose, she had pink gloves on and she had warm chocolate brown eyes. She was wearing white Diadoras shoes, black pants, and a light pink t-shirt) "Rock, what are you--(She looked over at Shadow, then she said disgustedly) Oh, that thing over there. I can't believe it tried to destroy the world, over some stupid girl, who would ever like him anyway?" My left eye twitched, "Hey, love can happen at any time, at anyplace, with anyone. Shadow was just trying to keep a promise he made to someone. I try to keep my promises." My other friend Jenn (She was a human, she was 5'8, she had very dark brown to black hair, I can't tell which. She was a lil overweight, had the right side of her lip pierced, and she had on a white tank top with black UFOs on. You know what UFOs are. The really baggy black paints with belts and chains hanging from them, the are mostly worn by punks and goths.) said, "One good thing isn't enough to take away a lifetime of evil." But I simply said, "But there is enought ot comdem him." I knew I won this battle, I looked down at my watch, it said 8:01pm. I said, "Oh my god, I'm late!! I gotta go home!!" Without even saying good-bye, I ran off to my house. My house was a gray one across the street, my street was called 'Friendship Street', what a gay name.

These wounds won't seem to heal,

I crept around to the back of my house and threw my purse on the balcony on the second floor. Which was my father's and Joy's bedroom. I crept around to the front of my house, and I ran inside, and there was my father standing right there. He grabbed me by the neck and started to slowly choke me. He said through gritted teeth, "You were tree minutes late! WHERE WILL THAT GET YOU IN LIFE?!?!?!" He threw me to the ground, I landed on my back, I tried to get up and run, but he pushed his foot hard on my stomach, then he started to twist his foot, right on my belly ring. I started to cry, "Father, please stop!" Joy came from the kitchen, I guess she heard me yell. (Joy was an average looking woman, she was skinny, she was 5'9 her height wasn't average though, she had strawberry blonde hair put up neatly in a pony tail. She cried, "Josh, please stop!" The turned around and creamed at her, "DO YOU WANT SOME OF THIS TOO!!??" She backed away and mouthed sorry to me.

This pain is just too real,

I didn't care, I didn't want her to get hurt too. I knew soon it would all be over. After about 20 minutes, he got bored of me and threw me on the stairs, and as I ran up them crying, and limpimg, she shouted, "I'm glad I'm going away for a month, that way I will not have to see your ugly face!!!" He ran into the bathroom, and looked at my belly ring, there wasalot of scar tissue, so it would take alot for it to be ripped out. There was a shot glass in the bathroom. along with sea salt. I put warm water in the glass, with the salt and held it on, so it would be clean. After 10 minutes I took it off, it looked alot better. I ran into my "parent's" room, and grabbed my purse, then I ran into my room, not to come down for the rest of the day. As I was walking into my room, I heard the sound of forks, spoons, or knives clank againest plates, I guess they had been eatting dinner, more like, my father had been eating everything, and Joy had been thinking about what had just happened and is playing with the food on her plate and taking a smll bite every ten minutes.

There's just too much that time cannot erase.

One day, Joy will leave my father, and I will come with her. He will be all alone and there will be so much he can't take back.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,

I sat on my bed went through my purse, and picked of the little bag of pot. I pulled out a blunt, and with shaking hands, I pulled out my lighter, and light up the pot. I never really got high from it, it just calms me down and takes the pain away. After I smoked a blunt, I went to another, lit it up and took a puff. After I finished that, I stumbled to my dresser, and pulled out a safety pin. I sat on my bed, took off my hoodie, and put the pin to my arm. I shoved the safety pin through my skin, and slowly pulled, I couldn't even feel it, I felt tugging, but that was it. It released eveything in my mind.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,

Did you notice I called him father and not dad? That is what he is, anyone can be a father, but not everyone can be a dad?

And I've held your hand through all of these years,

If he ever needed help, I would help him, but soon followed by getting beat. He would say I'm worthless, ugly, everything.

But you still have all of me.

I know when he s gone, away for the month, I will remember what he did and said, so he will always be here, haunting my mind.

You used to captivate me

I remember beat me and when I said I would call the cops, he locked me in my room, and I didn't come out for a week.

By your resonating light,

When I went to school, after the week, he put on my absent note, "I had a fever."

But Now I'm bound by the life you left behind,

I know when he leaves forever, I will always remember him, not in a good way.

Your face haunts my once pleasant dreams,

Whenever I sleep, I dream of him, he beats me, my friends, and worst of all Joy.

You voice it chased away all the sanity in me.

Whenever I think about it, there is no where to run, I.... I think I'm going crazy...

These wounds won't seem to heal,

I laugh aloud, Joy, she is more my parent then my own father. I love Joy with all my heart, she treats me like her own daughter.

This pain is just too real,

Its getting harder and harder to deal with the pain.

There's just too much that time cannot erase.

I will never have a father figure, I will never have a father who I can play sports with, bond, with go on vacation with.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,

I have never been on a vacation, either. My "parent's" would, but I would always be stuck with my aunt or step-grandmother, or whatever.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,

I wish there was something I could do, something that would make him love me and stop the pain.

And I've held your hand through all of these years,

I cut through my arms again and got to the bathroom and get the a towel to stop the blood. After 10 minutes, I have 10 cuts on my arms and I look downstairs and see my father, dressed in a business suit, with a suitcase, going to leave. He kisses Joy good bye and glances up the stairs and sees me. I mouthed good bye and gave a fake smile. He responded by giving me the middle finger. I turned away and went in my room.

But you still have all of me.

Joy waches him leave and then she runs up the stairs to get to me. I slowly shut the door to let her know I don't want vistors. She says, "Rock? Rock? Do you want to talk?" I don't respond and I put another gash in my right arm. She slams open the door and sees me. She says, "Rock! We had a talk about this, you can't do that!!" My room reeked of pot but I don't think she even noticed. She sat down next to me and wrapped the towel around my bleeding arm, but I needed a tourniquet for my heart.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that your gone,

I sat there crying, I was hrting Joy, and I didn't want to hurt her. Not her. She put her arms around me and slowly rocked back and forth, "Rock, don't worry, he is gone, he won't be back for a long time."

But though your still with me,

I whispered to her, "Do you love him?" She looked at me, "What?" I repeated, "Do you love him?" She tilted my head up and smiled, "Not anymore." I could feel tears run down my face and my black eye makeup stain my face.

I've been alone all along.

Joy took her arms from around me, and I stood up. I lied, "I have to go to the bathroom." I went in the bathroom and sut the door. Next to the mirror in the bathroom, a little part of the wall paper was ripped off, but I held it on with tape, I ripped it totally off and behind it was a knife. I took the knife and kneeled down to the tub. I turned on the water and put the knife to my wrists. I am going to kill myself.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,

I think about my father and all he has done to me.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,

I think about all he has said to me.

And I've held your hand through all of these years,

I sigh and say aloud, "I love you, Joy."

But you still have,

I think about my father and Joy one last time......

all of me.

I dropped the knife in the tub, I didn't slit my wrists. I turn off the water and put the kife back, along with the wallpaper. I say aloud, "I will give it one more day..." I stand up, flush the toilet (so she doesn't get suspicous), and open the door and go back into my room, and talk to Joy some more.

Its really sad, there are some family's in the world that are like that. Hopefully yours or anyone's life ain't like that. PLEASE REVIEW!!!