Sonic found himself in a dark room. "Puh... no mirrors..." He groaned to himself. He looked up. Was the room getting smaller?! "Oh crap!" He cried out loud. As if by instinct, he immediately put his arms on the constricting walls. They were closing in...ever so slowly... he gasped for air. "Oh God...I'm gonna die..." the thought running through his head.
His arms were so strained they began to shake vigorously. With a loud grunt, he was knocked down by the pressure of the enclosing walls. Due to the tremendous amount of time they were held back, the walls caved in faster. He felt himself beginning to hyperventilate; he HATED closed spaces. If he screamed, he would loose a large amount of air from his lungs. If he panicked he would loose more air. Just WHAT the hell was going on? Sonic tried his best to shorten his gasps to slow breaths, but he just couldn't help himself. He had to breathe... but he couldn't any longer...With a last gasp, he found himself in a small black box. So he screamed.
Sonic was struggling against the sheets, screaming at the top of his lungs. Trapped in a tangled mess, he fell off his small bed. He finally managed to poke his head out from the white sheet, though he was gasping for air. He quickly glanced at his clock-radio. The red-lit numbers pointed out the time. Four-thirty a.m.
His gasping turned into a slow, steady breath as he stared at nothing in particular. You could say he "Zoned Out". He often did so these past few months. Interrupting his open-eye sleep, he got up off the floor, leaving the tossed about sheets in their place. Having his socks on already, he slipped on his shoes, and walked out the door in need of air. The feel of cold air on his face certainly did wake him up. He could see the sky fading from a midnight blue, to the dusk morning colors of pink, lavender, and a faded tangerine hue.
He shivered and rubbed his arms, wishing he had brought something to cover his cold neck and shoulders. He walked along the almost empty side walked streets, looking at the street signs for a certain avenue. It was like this every time he had attempted sleep, so he made a routine. He would look for Station Square Avenue, stop, and then run from then on until the sun rose.
He sighed as he came to his checkpoint. He kicked the cemented ground, letting loose gravel be tossed about the sidewalk. He crouched down, and put his halfway closed fists on the ground. He winced. The cement had still been cold. He stood perfectly still in his running position. His face, mocked by sheer concentration. His leaf- green eyes frozen still, looking straight ahead. He wondered what the day would hold for him today.
Would he save a life today? Would Amy constantly follow him everywhere? Or would he ponder over his past hellish dreams? Or the hellish memory etched in his mind? He clenched his jaw tightly, removing every last thought from his mind. Sonic the Hedgehog could no longer be found in the same spot he positioned himself in, just moments ago. He was too busy rushing by the ends of the city .
Well okay. I'm officially tired... 12:47a.m. ...school tomorrow. Beh... Next chapter will hopefully be longer than the others. I promise I'll try harder.
Dalzeil: Thank you very much for my very first reviews, for wonderful reviews, and for the pointers