Sirens… someplace…
I really hope this is what it's like to die. Or God's some asshole.
Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit damnit.
I couldn't finish the job. Somehow. Some jerk angel was there and saved my life, or at least kept me living long enough that the suits could find me, rush me to the hospital and put me on life support.
Months later I'm still cursing that guardian angel.
So now I'm in this wonderful coma- can't walk, can't talk, can't feel anything though. My own little personal heaven. Pretend I died.
In Sonic-World, I can walk. I can run as fast as ever. Amy and I have a child now. Defeated Robotnik like a hero. Now I'm enjoying the sweet life. Enjoying a life.
In Sonic-World.
In real world, I'm some braindead, deaf-dumb-unable to physically function waste of fur and flesh and a room in the hospital. Someone using life support equipment, crossing their fingers that he just curls up and dies.
But I'm not in the real world. I'm in this recreation, a simulation of something great. A video game.
Funny part is, I don't like this.
Not at all.
I really wish I could just go back in time and quit. Not the suicide attempt. Neither of them. Because honestly, you don't enjoy life until it's gone.
The door opens in real-world, and guess who it is. Good friends Antoine. Amy and Tails and the whole gang.
Hi, I say weakly. Like they can hear me.
Like they can hear me.
They say nothing. The doctor's with them. Amy signs out a form.
Kind of sorry this happened.
The doctor takes the clipboard back. Moves toward me and pulls the plug.
What are you doing?
Hold on a second. I want to live! I want to… I want to…
Nos operor ignoro quisquam insquequo is est mortuus.
Or did I really do the right thing?