Chapter 4

A/N: the Shadow pipe cleaner doll, and the flashback are real, the doll is mine and the event in the flashback did actually happen…I'm starting get teary thinking about it, better start the chapter.

Shadow walked into the sick see Dragonfire lying on a bed, her eyes covered by bandages, unconscious and with Broc and Clarissa by her bedside.

"Shadow could you go and get some of her things from her room Please?" Clarissa asked. He nodded and headed for the dorms.

He opened the door that led into Dragonfire's room and walked inside. The room was bare, save for a bed and a few chests of draws. He noticed a black, yellow and red thing on top on one of them. He walked over to find a small hand made doll made from pipe cleaners, a common item used for children's craft. The figure, which is what shocked Shadow the most, looked like him. It wasn't the exact likeness as see in the proper toys found in shops, but it was easily recognisable as none other than Shadow the hedgehog. He picked it up, it went limp as he did so, he looked at it carefully, the to had the correct colours, rings, even the white chest fur and the shoes were almost identical to his own, except the shoes on the doll were furry and weren't entirely perfect. Whoever made it had even managed to get the shape of eyes mostly right, with red in the centre, though the pupils were missing.

Did she make this? He thought and put it down and proceeded to pack a few of her clothes and other essentials and walked out, picking up the doll and a stuffed toy unicorn sitting on the bed on his way out.

When he got back to the sick bay, with its sterile white walls, to find Sonic standing near the doorway, Shadow hid behind a wall and listened to what he was saying.

"Heh she deserved it, when she wakes up I have some plans for her…" he said softly and walked out unaware that Shadow had heard every word.

It was an hour later that Broc walked back in, Shadow had organised Dragonfire's things and was silently watching Silver and Blaze, who had begun French kissing twenty minutes ago.

"Hey Lovebirds, wait till after Silver is out of the sick bay!" Broc called out, breaking the pair apart and Blaze left the room in a huff.

"Hey care to explain this?" Shadow asked, pointing to the dolt, which was sitting on Dragonfire's bedside table.

"You found it huh? Well she likes you, she made it simple" he replied.

"Dragonfire made it?" Shadow asked, stunned.

"Yeah she's been making stuff like that since she was five years old" Broc replied.

Shadow looked phased.

"Look man, she likes you, might be crushing on you, but she always hides her emotions, and she has too much respect for you to even consider anything romantic" Broc said reassuringly.

Shadow walked out of the room, a million questions buzzing through his head.

Several days later Dragonfire's injuries had healed and she woke up, the first thing she saw was her Shadow doll, the one that took her a day and over 100 pipe cleaners to make.

What's that doing here, wait a minute where am I? She thought and sat up.

"You're in the sickbay, Shadow brought some of your stuff round a few days ago" Broc said, walking into the room.

Shit! Shit shit shit! She thought as she packed up her things and left Broc to take them to her room. She walked out the door, with her Shadow doll safe in her pocket, which was on the inside of her trench coat, away from the eyes of the rest of the school.

It was then that Sonic dragged her into a secluded corner of he school and slammed her against the wall.

"Listen to me, if you dare hurt me friends again you'll be sorry, now I suggest you do what I say, whatever I say follow it understood" he snarled and left her there.

It was then she felt old pain and her old self resurface along with a memory…

Flashback

She was six or seven years old, she was being pushed into the girls toilets, the lime green walls meeting her gaze as she was shoved in. she continued being shoved and was forced into one of the dark green cubicles. She was turned around and was slammed against the cubicle wall, her vision became blurred as something was removed from her face, she looked up to see an older girl holding a pair of glasses, her glasses, over the toilet bowl…

End flashback

Trying her hardest not to cry she ran out of the school and into the street…

I can't write anymore, sorry really, but the flashback actually did happen and writing about is making me sad…

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Note: no flames and don't pity me, my problems are my own, not the burden of others.