... I can only hate. I run and I hate. There's nothing I can do, because being weak won't do anything.. and this is because I hate. (Re-written)
I own nothing. Simple.
Because I Hate
--x Chapter Two: I Hate So Much I Bleed x--
I awoke again with another startled gasp. Sweat consumed my forehead, dripping down to my muzzle as well. Feeling my icy and hating wall crumble and melt, I let out a dry sob. I could feel again, and once again, my heart was torn open. The familiar pain seeped into my bleeding heart, filling the cracks but shattering it even more as I felt the organ actually clench in my chest, my hand flying to my chest, breathing starting to speed up as my apple orbs widened with fear, pain, and shock. The bat girl came out, hand flying to her open mouth in shock as she rushed over to me, patting my back and wiping my sweat with a wet cloth she had commanded her red echidna companion to retrieve for me. I gulped down the water she offered me hungrily, taking in breaths with a pang of regret. I had just made myself live when I could have found bliss in death..
"Maybe you should go home and rest." her tone was concerned, and it made me want to gag. I immediately stood.
"Thank you both." I then left. I felt I had owed them that much. It was raining. It tickled my quills, making me want to dance. It was a strange feeling I had gotten ever since I had felt it on this earth. Scuffling my shoes down the street as I walked, I noticed a cobalt hedgehog laying on the side of the road. I walked over, looking down at him. His eyes opened. A stunning shade of emerald. Cold. But not as cold as mine. No eyes could ever be as cold as mine, save for one certain individual I would rather not discuss at the moment as I trekked down the road a bit, only thinking for a moment as I spun back 'round at hearing his first attempt to speak to me in weeks, months.. years.
"Help me." he coughed out. I glared down at him. I owed him, so I lifted him into my arms, carrying him to his house and inside. I dropped him on the couch, then got a glass of water and headache pills, setting them by him for when he woke up. I then promptly left, as cold as that is. But hey, it's the idiot's fault he got smashed and is half-sober currently, besides the fact that he is actually out cold on the white piece of furniture.
--x A Few Hours Later x--
"I hate you." I spat on the ground then, eyes narrowed dangerously and fists clenched in anger.
"But why?" my eyes then widened, face I'm sure showing pure horror and pain, and I knew that face and the glimmer in my eyes would forever be etched into his mind.
"YOU FORGOT!" I screamed.
I threw a lamp at him, the pieces of glass flying around as it hit the wall. He stepped closer, and I then took to throwing the small and large shards I could find. Soon enough, blood littered the floors and walls, painted in a beautiful array as our blood mixed even still as I continued stabbing his form. My knife dug into his chest, and I still hacked away at him, screaming at him and yelling at his dead body. Cerise fluids poured from him, now matching parts of my own fur, as blood covered as that was as well. Glad to have my revenge, I smiled as I chopped away at the hedgehog's chest, and only then did the thought hit me. I just killed Sonic the Hedgehog. My other half. Everything I wanted to be. I let out a cry, stabbing him once more and leaving the blade in his chest as I stared at his limp form.
Somehow, I felt a sickening smile light my face darkly, a bitter laugh escaping me as I stood weakly, doubling over with twisted, evil laughter. I then promptly stopped laughing, falling over myself, and the world blurred and darkened once again. I was so used to it by now, and I felt the cold fill my senses again as the last thing I felt was more blood leaking from my own body and apple eyes closing slowly in a temporary bliss of pain. This would need much repenting later, my slightly concious self noted, and my head weakly nodded, muzzle lightly stained with blood that was not my own, and the sweet cerise that was my own, both so beautiful and lovely as they even mixed as they dried slowly. Everything swirled once again.
--x To Be Continued x--
Yeah, this one was shorter. ; Have you ever noticed the person in POV always ends up passing out at the end? Well, one more chapter, then the prolouge to why there is so much hate or a sequel to someone remembering why.. hmm.. enjoy or hate, and read and review if you want. By the way, I know this is twisted. -sick grin-