Shadows Problem

A/N: Sorry if I hadn't been up to date with this story. So I'll make it up to you. Here's chapter 5.

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The ebony hedgehog was laying in his black bed staring at the white ceiling. He was in deep thought. Usually he would be thinking about Maria, but he was actually thinking about Amy.

"Why does that female want to help…me?" Shadow asked himself.

He was at home, Amy said it was best if he would relax and go lie down. Usually he doesn't take orders, but in this case he actually felt tired. Even though he was restless. He couldn't go to bed he would have that nightmare. His nightmare was the usual, he and Maria would run in one of the ARKS hallways. While GUN was on there tails. Then just there luck, there was a dead-end. The GUN soldiers surround both of them. Somehow, Shadow is found in the escape pod. Maria bravely pulls the lever when the soldier said not to do so. Shadow tries to break the pod with all of his might, but he just couldn't. He watches in horror as one of the soldiers have triggered his gun. The bullet goes through the air in the speed of light. Right before the bullet penetrates through her chest, he wakes up. He feels lightheaded, shaky, also cold sweat has broke out.

As scared he was, he always forces himself back to sleep. No matter how much the painful memories goes to him.

He now tried closing his eyes tightly. Darkness clouded his head. Suddenly vivid pictures filled in his head. First there was Maria smiling cheerfully. Then there was Professor Gerald. The next picture surprised him, the picture in his head was Amy Rose smiling the same way Maria did. He opened his eyes quickly. He guessed he had fell asleep and had a dream. Though, it was a weird dream. Seemed like he only slept like a couple of minutes. He took a deep breath. He wanted to turn on his TV, so that it can distract him from his thoughts, but he broke the TV.

Deep regret held within him now. His stomach rumbled, indicating him that he was hungry. He hadn't had a decent meal ever since this whole depression was within him. He got out of his jet black bed and went into his kitchen. He entered his kitchen with caution, for some reason. He always has the feeling of being alert and never distracted. Suspicion was still in his mind. He heard something, from deep within his kitchen sink pipe. He walked over to the sink slowly.

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