2. Motive
Cream - March 25, 2025
I haven't seen Amy since the day she went to go met up Mr. Sonic and show him that bracelet. Normally, I'd see her outside, taking a walk or hanging out with her other friends. But now, I don't see Amy anywhere. I've tried calling or sending a message to her, but she doesn't respond. It's been like this for five days, and I began worrying about her deeply.
Today I, alongside Cheese, decided to head on over to Amy's house. I wanted to make sure that Amy was alright. If she wasn't, then I'd do anything that would help her. But there was no way I would just forget about my friend.
As we were walking, I couldn't help but feel concerned for Amy. She would never seclude herself from anyone no matter how bad they might be. Even if Mr. Sonic rejected her, Amy would never go into isolation.
Maybe something went wrong between the two, I thought. Maybe Amy's just cooling off abit after being turned down.
I kept hypothesizing what could have possibly happened, but each scenario was only I thought up of was only making me even more worried.
What on Mobius could have possibly happened?
After about ten minutes, I finally arrived at Amy's house. I knocked on the door a couple of times, but I get no response.
"Amy, are you home?" I knock on the door a few times. "Amy?"
Still no response. That was when I wondered: Is she even in the house?
I opened the door and let myself in the house. Yes, it might've been unwise to enter without permission, but at that point I didn't really care too much.
"Amy? Are you are here?" I called out. "Amy!"
The entire house was silent. Dead silent. I was becoming scared. It was strange and eerie that this house would be this quiet unless Amy was out or something. But then again, I haven't seen her anywhere at all, so where else would I start looking for her?
"Amy, if you're in here, please just show yourself! I just want to see you!"
All of sudden, I heard a door creak from above. It got Cheese's attention almost instantly, and he headed up before I could say anything.
What was that? I wondered. Is Amy in her room?
Without delay, I followed Cheese and ran up up the stairs. Though I was being a bit hasty, I wanted to see Amy. I wanted to see her badly.
"Amy, are you up there? If you can hear me, then please just say something!"
I got to the top of the staircase and, without forethought, barged into Amy's room.
I wish I hadn't entered in such an impulsive manner, because what I saw inside was absolutely horrible.
"Amy…?"
Hanging right in front of me was Amy's lifeless body. She was hanging from the noose of a rope she had tied to the ceiling fan. Her head was partially bleeding. The window was open, allowing the wind to calmy swing her body back and forth.
"No...Amy…" Tears filled my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. "Why?"
My legs trembled in fear and sorrow, and then I fell to my knees.
"Why...?"
After I found Amy's body, I phoned the police. They arrived within minutes, and the detective was questioning me.
"So, you found your friend hanging in her own room?" A detective asked.
"Yes..." I whimpered out.
"And the window was open when you arrived here?" He continued.
"Yes..."
The detective paused for a moment, and made his conclusion: "Well, from what we can tell from our findings and your claims, this case can simply be seen as a suicide."
I looked up at the detective's face. "Excuse me?" I said.
"Yes, a suicide." He replied. "From what it looks like, your friend, out of depression, attempted to kill herself by jumping out the window, but was able to survive the fall. She then took some rope and hung herself, and succeeded inending her own life."
"But how dow you know that she jumped out the window?" I asked concerningly.
"Well firstly, these are merely just presumptions," The detective continued. "Secondly, my assitant investigator and our officers found a small amount of blood just outside the window. That blood is presumably hers due to her head injury."
"Um...okay."
"You also mentioned that five days ago, your friend went out to meet up with Sonic the Hedgehog, right?"
"Yes, that's correct!"
"Alright, then. I guess we'll be tracking him down next. Thank you for the information."
"Your absolutely welcome, sir."
The detective was about to leave the room, but stopped and turned to me again.
"Oh, before we do so, let me give you some advice: don't just barge in or enter other people's home without permission or authorization next time. We could've had you arrested for breaking and entering, okay?"
As the two of us exited the room and then the house, I kept wondering: Amy's been rejected hundreds of times, and she's always dealt with it. But she isn't the kind of person who would kill herself just for that reason - or for any reason at all! She would never resort to suicide. Right?
