Yay! Yeah,I needed a little break from Fear. Don't worry, next chapter will be up soon. I just need to do this at the same time to get all of this mushy guck out of my system. Thanks to all reviewers!

On his way to the beach, he remembered the next two days he spent without Amy. He had tried to be alone; for when he was with others he often lost his temper... Sonic sighed, regretting his actions. He wished he hadn't shouted but they just didn't know when Sonic couldn't take it anymore. Whenever they said a word about Amy it stabbed into Sonic like a knife. Sonic just couldn't take it. One day he had punched Tails; unable to stand how he kept talking about Amy; Sonic had told him for what seemed like the hundredth time he couldn't talk about her; he just couldn't- but Tails wouldn't listen! Finally Sonic just exploded and for the next day and a half spent his time alone. Sonic had moved his bed and table into a windowless room. He often stayed in there, in the dark. Sometimes, he imagined that Amy was still alive... that she was sitting there with him. He'd imagine what she'd say to him... how she'd apologize for scaring him like that, making him think she was dead and everything. In the dark, sitting there, his eyes could not tell him otherwise.

Soon knuckles had come back over to talk to him. They had a long discussion about what was wrong with him. Sonic could tell that Knuckles was trying very hard not to mention Amy. Finally, Knuckles started getting concerned. The things Sonic said... they were... weird... Sonic had noticed Knuckles' fear but ignored it. It wasn't important. He could care less about what people thought now, about what he did, what he said...

It helped ease the pain.

On the next day, Knuckles brought over a psychiatrist, telling Sonic that he needed to talk to someone about all of this. After four hours of talking, the psychiatrist exited the room, sadly breaking the news to Knuckles:

Sonic had been judged mentally unhealthy.

Sonic knew better. They were the crazy ones. He couldn't 'move on' ...Amy wasn't just a girl. No, Amy was his everything. They treated it like something that would heal. Something that would go away, they didn't understand at all. They didn't understand that she was inside of him; in ever corner of his mind there was Amy and no one could ever change that. He had stayed there, in his room, for an entire day and a half: exiting only twice. Never to get food; Sonic hadn't ate for three days. The first time it was to get a picture of Amy. Sonic didn't have many; there were only two. He currently had his favorite one in his pack.

It was a picture that Tails and Fliara took during the group's trip to a tropical-place. There had been a small orchard, and the group took the opportunity to eat lunch there.

Amy was sitting under an apple tree, staring into space, light dappled pleasantly amongst the grass from the tree's leaves. Amy hadn't been aware a picture was even taken. Tails had given him the picture shortly after the events that transcribed in Sonic Heroes.

The second time was to get...

Sonic didn't like thinking about it. Sonic did not like to think about the future or the past. He knew that after he reached the ocean he would have no future and that his past would be full of nothing but memories of Amy's face and memories of death.

Sonic stopped. He had reached the beach. He sighed shakily, terrified of what he was about to do, and walked towards the dock, careful not to make a sound. The blue hedgehog walked slowly across the sand, his footprints dotting the shoreline as he trekked up the beach.

"Sonic, can you tell me what Amy was like?" Asked the psychiatrist, apparently uncomfortable in the dark, windowless room. Sonic gave him a blank stare. What was Amy like? There weren't many words for it. If you've ever lost a person you've loved, then you know how hard it is to put into words, and if you haven't, consider yourself undeniably lucky.

"She was the ocean. She was the sky. She was my whole world." Sonic concluded, feeling like that summary was acceptable.

"Sonic, You don't understand, I-"

"No!" Shouted Sonic, tipping over the table. He couldn't take it anymore! "You don't understand! You don't understand what Amy meant to me!" He shouted. The psychiatrist managed to quiet him down. He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his short, frizzy red hair.

"Listen, I know that you loved Amy, but don't you think that what you're doing is unhealthy?"

Sonic didn't really care. His health was the last thing on his mind. He walked up the length of the dock; it reached out from the shore and bridged over onto the deeper waters, then stopping abruptly with a small guardrail. Often fisherman fished crab from up here, they'd slowly drop the trap into the water from high up on the dock.

Sonic didn't plan on catching any fish; he was here for an entirely different reason.

He slowly neared the edge and sighed, placing his pack on the ground. He kneeled next to it, and opened it, taking out the objects it held.

The first one was his picture of Amy. He sighed and held it to his chest for a moment. He tried to tell himself it would all be over soon, but it did not help the pain. He set the picture down on the dock. He took out the next object. An apple. Sonic was terribly hungry... It wasn't much of a last meal but Sonic had brought it anyway. He took a bite, surprised by how good it tasted. Halfway through the apple, Sonic decided that was all he could eat. Memories of Amy kept coming to him and he couldn't ignore them. Whenever that sorrow crept up on him, he just lost his appetite. Sonic took out the last three items. The first item was one of Amy's headbands, which he got from her house. Tails had brought it to cheer him up. The next item was a note. Sonic quickly scribbled out a small message and then left it on the dock with the other objects. The third, object, however,

...Was a knife.

Sonic picked it up and stared at it. Was this the right choice? Was this the right choice?

Sonic stared at the blade.

Was this the right choice?

I'm sorry, Tails, Knuckles... Fliara, you can be the hero now... you'll make a great leader... And Amy... Amy...

I'm coming.

The officer paced down the beach quietly, on his new patrol duty; Teenagers had been vandalizing the beach hot dog stands, and this time he planned to catch them. He stopped and inspected the usual area. The hotdog stand was safe and sound, the offensive sentences had been washed off, (thank god they were in cheap watercolor spray-paint) and everything looked at peace. He sighed. He hadn't uncovered a big case in a while. And cops had such a bad reputation in this town. Nobody liked authority. Hey, a few years backwards down the road, and this very same person would be among the crowds of anti-government; but it was a paying job! He sighed and turned, hoping to catch someone at the other hot-dog stand, when he heard a splash from the dock. It sounded like something got pushed off the side. The officer, hoping it was those teenagers again, ran to the dock.

Sonic released his hands from the blade as he hit the water. He had tried to stab himself in the chest, but had chickened out. It ended up stabbing into his stomach. But that didn't matter now. Sonic saw the blood in the water and hoped it was enough to kill him. He would drown or bleed to death; whichever came first. He sunk further to the bottom, when he realized he was still holding his breath. He had to stop this. He had already gone too far to turn back. There was nothing left to hold onto. He stopped fighting for breath and felt the water fill his lungs. Sonic was scared. He coughed lightly; but of course it did no good underwater. So; he sank there, wishing death would hurry up.

The officer came to the end of the dock, looking for the culprits, when he saw a few objects at the end of the dock. He kneeled down to look at them. One was a picture of... what was her name? Oh yeah, Amy Rose. Sonic's friend. The officer had often seen her once or twice at the grocery store. Once, he saw her, Sonic, Knux, a bat, a fox, a rabbit and a dragon (strange bunch, no?) go to a movie. It was old news that Amy Rose was incredibly in love with Sonic, but some rumored Sonic to have feelings for her in return. These maters hadn't concerned the officer much. The then looked, and saw a half-eaten apple, and a headband, as well as a note. The officer picked it up, and read it.

-To whoever finds this.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm sorry, everyone, I tried... it was just too much.

The officer read through the rest of the note and then realized... It was a suicide note! From Sonic the hedgehog? What of all things? The officer ran to the edge of the dock and looked over the side, scanning over the icy waves; their foamy fingers pulling at the dock support beams, smashing against the moss and barnacles. The policeman turned on his flashlight, when he looked at the dock and saw...

...Blood.

Everywhere.

A pool of blood lay just before the picture and note and apple, then trailed further down the dock, oozing over the boards... it came to the side, covering the guardrail, dripping rhythmically down to the waters below. The officer swallowed nervously and looked at the water. The blood was still warm; Sonic could still be down there... The officer jumped off the side, plunging into the water below, his flashlight at the ready.

Sonic was unconscious; he still partially floated a few feet below the surface, the waves kept pushing him down. Blood oozed steadily from the wound, it polluted the surrounding color, and the smooth celadon of the ocean was diluted by the harsh scarlet of blood. Suddenly, the rhythmic pulse of the water's surface was broken, and a silhouetted figure swam towards Sonic's limp frame. Grabbing onto the hedgehog's hand, the officer pulled Sonic to shore, hoping he wasn't too late.

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