Author's Note: Yesterday I thought about this fic, and ohmigosh, inspiration came!

Disclaimer: If I owned Sonic, I guarantee you would know about it.

Chapter Six: Revelations

I was known as Amy Rose. I was a happy and optimistic pink hedgehog, self-proclaimed girlfriend of Sonic the hedgehog, friend and hero to many. I knew that when I was with Sonic, I was always safe, that nothing could hurt me. But… I've grown to realize that it was Sonic himself who was hurting me.

The feelings I harbor for Sonic are not a fangirlish crush, as everyone believes. He saved my life countless times, and I fell for his charming, cocky attitude and his compassion towards those in need.

I love him.

Yet….

I hate him.

But I hate myself more, for wasting ten years of my life chasing after him. I'd say the only change in my life since I was twelve is that I can run a hell of a lot faster.

My life is hell.

Amy Rose held the gleaming silver knife up; the blade reflected the dull, lifeless jade of her eyes. How to do it?

Drag the blade across her wrist?

Slit her own throat?

Ram it through her chest?

Amy chuckled darkly. Perhaps she should just swallow some of those chemicals that she had stolen from Tails' lab again. Nah, there was the risk that Vanilla might find her limp form and call an ambulance, as she did the first time.

Amy pressed the blade against her wrist.

I hope you're happy, Sonic the Hedgehog.

Amy felt hot, angry tears dripping down her cheeks. She couldn't do it.

The knife clattered to the ground.

She wouldn't give in. She was not going to kill herself. After all, her friends had gone through much worse, and they managed to move on, didn't they?

Tails and Cream, they suffered the pain of having to destroy someone they loved.

Knuckles, never quite knowing who he was, forced to give his life and freedom to a giant, glowing rock.

Rouge, having to get past the pain of the insults and stereotypes people always said about her.

Shadow, losing the only person he ever cared about.

And Sonic…

Amy pulled the shriveled rose out of her bedroom drawer. She could remember back when she was twelve, how she would just stare at the once soft and lavender petals, and sigh.

She could remember when Sonic had given it to her and told her he would never leave her…

She angrily began stripping the dried and torn petals of the rose. All it did was represent a ten-year-old lie.

I'll never leave you, Amy.

Then why am I alone?

I don't know who I am anymore!

Amy stood up from her bed. She needed to be alone; She needed to heal.

She hastily began shoving clothes into a duffel bag. She would stay on Angel Island, Sonic wouldn't think to look for her there.

Amy nearly ripped the door off it's hinges in her hurry to leave. She glanced back inside he disheveled home, and in doing so failed to see the face of the person she crashed into.

Amy fell flat on her bottom. Her jade eyes met those of emerald.

Sonic stood up, and offered her his hand.

Amy didn't know why, but she took it.

Author's Note: Ha! Got out of that rut I was in! This chapter was a little sadistic, no? I can't wait to write the next chapter!