Chapter 1
I'm sitting here in a small office that's almost empty, my Mother sitting beside me, keeping close watch. I know why she's watching me..You wanna know why? It'll be revealed.
My ear perks as I hear my name being called, "Sonic the Hedgehog?" My mom visually rubs my leg, ushering me into the smaller room, I stand with a "Hmph" and walk inside, the doctor following me.
If you haven't guessed by now, I'm at a Head Shrink's office, or as mom puts it, "Therapist". I don't give a damn, honestly. The doctor sits in one of those office chairs, ya know, the leather ones that spin, and watches as I sit across from her, on a Grass-Green couch, crossing my legs, as well as my arms, a scowl crossing my features.
"Hello, my name is Vanilla." The doctor, a rabbit who stands about Five and a half feet in hieght, a long lavander dress that trails down to her ankles, and some red High heeled shoes, introduces herself. I turn my head towards the wall to my left, "Sonic." She nods, "So, Sonic, how are you doing?" I turn to her, a light smirk crossing my lips, "Oh, I dunno, Mom catches me attempting suicide on sleeping pills, I get sent to the hospital for two weeks, then I gotta come here. How do you think?" Her gentle face not budging, "Suicide, hmm?" I glare, "Yes, 'Suicide, hmm'." I mock, her face still remains motionless, only to scribble something on her paper, propped on her crossed knee to write.
Yes, I tried commiting Suicide. So what? It's not like anybody would CARE anyway.. She turns to meet my gaze, "And why did you try suicide? For thirteen you're awfull young to even be CONSIDERING it," at that moment on, I knew it wouldn't be pleasant. "Honestly, that's none of your concern, I didn't ASK to be here." I crossed my arms and shut my eyes with another "Hmph." The doctor simply stared, I opened my eyes to meet her gaze, "What?" "You have a lot of attitude." She simply replied. "And? Not like any teenagers don't." "As true as that may be, you appear to be a nice guy." Pfft, nice guy. Does she KNOW who she's talking to? I used to not even glance anywhere but ahead of me. See, I wasn't very strong, I was also one of the shortest kids in school. Lucky bastards..all of them. Even my best friend turned on me.
I glared in reply, "But I could be wrong. But chances are, I'm not." "What makes you so sure?" "Underneath all of that anger and hate toward everyone else, there MUST be a caring person in there." She was going to continue, but I cut her off, "Now THAT'S a laugh. I used to be caring and considerate toward others. But that Sonic is dead." I only caught the doctor checking her clock, "Well, our time is up. I'll see you next week." She handed me a card, since she was standing right there, I wasn't going to tear it up. So I took the card and left into the waiting room where Mom was waiting.
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On the way home, in Mom's truck, I don't care about the thing, so I'm not sure exactly what it is. I think it's a Dodge Dakota though. Anyway, I reclined myself in the passanger seat, resting one ankle on the other knee, arms crossed behind my head, eyes shut tightly. The tension was so thick, I coulda cut it with my quills. Hoping mother dearest would keep her trap shut.. "So, how was your first session?"
Then again..this is MY mom.. "Why are you even taking me there, anyway?" Was my only reaction, I could feel her glare, briefly, as she was driving, "Sonic, you TRIED to commit SUICIDE! I KNOW there's something that you aren't telling me." At this, I snapped my eyes open, "What if I just felt like it?" "Sonic! You can't just 'feel' like killing yourself..There's a reason behind it all." At this, I laughed, "You HONESTLY think that just because I took five sleeping pills that I had a reason?" Okay, Five was laying it a little thin..it was actually nine, I knew the tenth would kill me, but Mom saw me ready to pop the last one in my mouth.
I heard her sigh, "I wouldn't have to drag you to see her if you told me what was-" "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! I KEEP TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS!" I was sitting up now, glaring and baring my teeth, I knew I was lying, she knew I was lying, she even caught the glimmer of sadness that crossed my eye, what did she care? All she does is work, then bitch to me about EVERYTHING, and worship my little ten-year-old brother, of whom I hate with every fiber of my being.. The little demon..I think that's a good name, don't you? Oh that's right, you haevn't met him yet..
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Chapter 1 Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Sonic Character, or Dodge(Car Company.) I'm not sure who Dodge's rights go to, I guess they're their own company, and SONIC, and any related Character belong to SEGA.