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once again. I winced in pain, since some of my cuts were there. "Oh, sorry." Logan pulled his hand away. "No . . . It's fine." I fake smiled. "Alright, bro."

We continued down the street, quietly as usual. I took my phone out. It was close to midnight, of course. "My house is over here," I said. Logan nods, "Alright, see you later." Logan smiled, walking down the street.

I finally got inside my house, tired. I closed the door, locking it, and went straight to my room. It was a beautiful night, though. I wanted to go stargazing, but there's nobody to go with. Logan went home, I have no idea where Scourge is, and everyone else is asleep, having dreams of happiness and all that.

I change into one of my long-sleeved shirts and sweatpants, then got into bed. I tried to go to sleep, but my mind was clogged up with flashbacks, memories that I want to erase, you name it.

Normally, I can't sleep without my medicine. But I didn't want to take it, because the last time I took my medicine, I had to call Scourge to supervise me so I wouldn't overdose.

I sighed. I have so many horrifying memories in my head. I just sometimes wish I could fall asleep and never wake up. . .

~ Short While Later ~

I woke up to my stupid phone ringing. It was four AM. 'Who the hell is up at this time?!' I thought, irritated by the constant ringing.

I finally picked it up and answered. "Who is this?" I asked. "Faker. Hey. . ." I recognized that soft voice. "Shadow, it's four AM! Why're you calling me?!" Shadow sighed, "Well, Scourge told me you've been having. . . problems."

"What's it to you? Everyone hates me, because of my 'problems!' Why do you care?"

"Faker, just unlock the door." Shadow hung up. 'Say what?' I shrugged, walking downstairs. I made sure that my clothes covered my wounds, so Shadow wouldn't notice.

I unlock the door and open it. Shadow was standing there, along with Logan. "Did you take your medicine?" Logan asked. "Yeah," I lied, "I did." Shadow shook his head, "I just called to see if you were awake."

"It's four in the freaking morniiiiiing!" I whined, "Only some weirdo would be up at this time!"

"Like you?" Logan and Shadow said at the same time. "Staaaaahp!"I whined playfully. "You're weird!"

"Nah, I'm unique. And he's emo." Logan points to Shadow. Shadow just rolled his blood red eyes. I stopped laughing at what Logan said.

Then I slammed the door.

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Sonic may be depressed, but he's a really good person inside. He told me that a voice in his head told him to hurt himself. But he also said that his foster - parents made him hurt himself. I remember his quote he said to me when we were young: "Why leave me alone to die, when there's always a shadow following by my side?"

I've actually wondered that myself. My mother was pretty abusive, too. Except not towards me. She treated me as if I was a prince or something. I enjoyed that feeling, until I eventually grew up and learned that I can't get whatever I want without a reason. I finally learned, after all of those years.

I sighed, laying on my bed, playing on my iPod, while listening to the song, "Too Late" by Dead By April. I started to sing to the lyrics, although I suck at singing. But I don't care, anyways.

"I've been running all night long
And the pulse is pounding in my chest
Now I am here
There are feelings that I just must express

Open for me
I am standing outside your door
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late
Open for me
Cannot wait out here anymore
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late

Gotta get this out my system
I've gathered my strength
Ripped my blindfold off I'm ready now
I have stayed in the dark with my mind switched off

Open for me
I am standing outside your door
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late
Open for me (Open for me)
Cannot wait out here anymore
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late

I don't wanna be
Out here on my own
I don't wanna be
Outside in the cold
I don't wanna be
Completely alone
I just wanna be
Right where I belong

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh

Open for me
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late

Open for me
I am standing outside your door
Whatever you say
Don't say it's too late
Open for me!
Cannot wait out here anymore
Whatever you say!
Don't say it's too late!!"

When the song ended, I started to cry a little. The song, for some reason, reminded me of Sonic, and his past, his problems. . . and maybe even my past. I checked the time on my iPod. It was 4:30 AM. I should be asleep, but I can't. My thoughts are all clogged up, my anxiety is really, really bad, and I'm really dizzy.

I forgot to take my medicine again, accidentally on purpose. Yeah, I have mitochondrial disease, but it's a part of my medical issues. I really don't want to get in full detail, to be honest, but you get the point. I'm a fucked up guy.

I wanted to call Blue - I mean - Sonic, and check up on him. I remembered yesterday when he shoved me out of the way, to walk away from me. He didn't want anything to do with me.

Just before Sonic left the lot, I whispered to myself,

"Am I a sick person?"

I bet Sonic isn't awake at this time. But if he is, I might as well give it a shot. I look around my dark room for my phone. I'm pretty forgetful, so I forgot where I put it.

"Damn it!" I cursed, trying to turn my light on. But of course I fell down, because I got dizzy from getting up to quickly, and I almost passed out.

Almost.

"Shit!!" I sighed, trying to get up. "Stupid disease, stupid medical problems. . . Why can't I just end these issues and live life?" When I got diagnosed with mito when I was twelve, I asked the same thing. 'Why do I have to be one of the millions suffering?' I thought, getting off the floor.

I looked around my spotless room. I spent about two hours, organizing my bookshelf, my video games, you name it. Not only do I have mito, I also have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and a little bit of ADHD. It's embarrassing to talk about, but you get the point: I'm another one of those people.

I open the door to my bedroom, and walk over to the kitchen, where my home phone is. It was dark and cold as hell in my house, but I didn't care. I use my iPod flashlight and shine it around the room. I finally found the lightswitch, so I turned it on.

A flood of light filled the entire room. I sighed, because the bright lights usually gave me a migraine. I normally get those. It sucks, you know?

Anyways, I reach for my home phone, and grab it. I was about to dial Sonic's number, but something stopped me. I don't know what.

All of a sudden, I started to cry. A couple tears flooded down from my eyes to my muzzle. I closed my lazuli blue eyes, and dropped the phone.

"Leave a message, please." The phone said as it fell to the floor. I picked it up, and started to talk. Well, stutter, actually. . .

"S-Sonic. . . hey. . . c-can you meet me at my house l-later on some time? I'm g-getting sicker as we speak. . . goodbye." I hung the phone up, and fell to the floor. 'I'm sick of being sick. . .' I thought as the world around me faded away. . .

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