Sup ducks. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, you know the drill: Homework.
This is my first shot at writing angst. Another thing I've been to terrified to pick up. But... After finishing the last book of the amazing series 'a good girl's guide to murder' (It's amazing I promise! Best book I've ever read) I have that strange calm, sad feeling. Well, here I go!
Plus I wanted to do a Christmas one as that amazing time of the year is coming up!"
Chapter 1
No one knew how he died. At least they thought they knew.
An orange fox walked through the forest, the snow crunching under his shoes as the cold, moist atmosphere hung over the sleepy town of Green Hills like a blanket.
All they found was a tangle of blood and a bruised body, where inside was a heart that was no longer beating
Of course he was naive, he couldn't believe death had finally caught up to him. He even tried to become a detective and solve a mystery like he had done millions of times. But the police had an answer to everything, all questions from different sides and angles.
Oh how the fox had clung to the impossible hope, until his hands hurt and had been rubbed raw from hanging up.
It was time to accept the truth.
Tails swallowed the lump in his throat as he clutched the bouquet of vividly coloured flowers tightly, his hands stinging from the cold. They were to bright. Too happy. But he would've liked that.
He remembered when the police knocked on the door. A simple three 'knock knock knocks'. Three simple knocks that caused his life to flip over and crash down on itself.
Tails had run up to the door, smiling as he opened it, paused his work on the tornado. A man stood on his doorstep wearing sharp black glasses and an unreadable expression. He claimed that he needed to talk to Tom and Maddie.
Back in the real world Tails turned a quick corner and sniffed, his nose feeling a little numb from the cold.
The man had worn a suit and talked to his parents, behind the shut kitchen door. Their figures looking blurred through the tinted glass, sitting at the table. Tails and Knuckles tried to listen in, catch the murmmers and snips of fleeting words, that belonged to a sentence, that belonged to a paragraph, that belonged to a point, a message, a picture.
The picture had not been pretty.
Tails reached his destination, he thought he had gotten over the pain. Thought he could handle it. Tears streamed down his face as he laid the flowers down on the soft, still turning to normal soil. But grass was sprouting from the grave. The soil was healing. Slowly- yes. But it needed to heal in it's own time, and soon in the summer, there would be flowers and grass, blending it into the beautiful garden filled with bright colours on the other graves.
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He had cried, hiccuped and loudly sobbed. Punching the ground desperate for it to give the missing part of his life back. untill he had no more tears to shed, leaving him hollow and empty, somehow feeling worse than before. Then he sat in the cold, half thankful that the freezing temperature gave him any emotion at all as he made his way home.
Tails had passed houses that were wrapped in Christmas decorations, glowing lights and signs reading things like 'santa stop here' One house had gone all out with a sled on the roof with a blew up Santa inside. Inside all the windows there were happy families, putting up Christmas trees or baking together. Things that made his heart ache with something he couldn't describe.
Tails returned come, the door shutting almost silently behind him.
Tails hung his scarf and royal-blue bobble hat on the hanger as Maddie entered the hall. She understood how he felt without him having to use any words as she hugged him.
When he had gone missing, Maddie had also been swallowed by the darkness. They all had. A month had passed since and they were all trying to cope with a missing presence in the house. Trying to cope without the cocky quips flashed along with a smile. a REAL smile.
Tails buried his face into Maddie as he sniffed once, then twice and after a third time the damn broke. But they were silent tears. Hopeless, given up tears that had no more fight to give. A feeling of desperation, frustration and a sick feeling that reached down into Tails's gut.
Fake smiles became the new normal as that's what they used when asked if they were ok. And mostly a quick 'I'm fine'.
No one was fine.
I know it's early but MERRY CHRISTMAS! Maybe you could PM and let me know what you're hoping to get for Christmas this year?
Did you guess who 'died' yet? I guess the title kinda made it obvious. All I can say is I actually enjoyed writing that somehow. I know very well that I like writing comedies about death and murder so it was new to write seriously about it. Y'no? It felt nice writing sad but in a way happy thing. Sorry the chapter is so short. (It took me a total of 3 minutes to read but I hope you enjoyed anyway!)
Untill next time folks
Morrisemits out X