"Stupid Hedgehog" || Sonic x Shadow Fanfiction

XV

TW: SH

I couldn't sleep. It was two in the morning and I couldn't shut my mind up. I rolled into Shadow, trying to get comfortable.

"Are you okay?" He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arm around me.

"Yeah, I just can't sleep. I've been up for hours."

"We can talk? Maybe I'll bore you to sleep." He chuckled.

"You could never. What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, can you tell me why you think you can't fall asleep?" I sighed.

"You know why."

"But explain it to me. What's it like?"

"Well, I know where my knife is, and I can just invision it, invision the blood. It takes a lot to not just get up and do it." He sighed.

"That sounds horrible. I have an idea, stay there."He stood up and dissapeared into the hallway. When he returned, he had and incense burner and incense sticks. "It's lavender. It will calm you down."

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I woke up beside Sonic, feeling like absolute shit. I could barely breathe and my head hurt.

"Good morning, Shads."

"Good morning." I muttered in a surprisingly raspy voice.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so." I said, coughing.

"Are you sick? How do you feel?" He panicked, putting the back of his palm to my forehead, checking my temperature. "Oh hun, you have a fever."

"No, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Let me check your temperature." He stuck a thermometer in my mouth.

"Eugh, no." I groaned. The mechanism beeped, and he removed the wretched thing from my mouth. His eyes widened.

"Holy shit, Shads! You're, like, dying!"

"Give me that." I growled, snatching it from his hands. The thermometer said "100 F" and I just about died and came back to life within the span of five seconds.

"That's really bad. You should stay in bed. I'll be back, stay there." He ran out into the hallway, returning with pillows, stuffies, and a black coffee. "I know it's not your weird coffee beans, but it's pretty damn strong. I almost died from one sip." He said, setting the coffee on the nightstand and spreading around the pillows.

"Thank you, faker, but I'm not sick." He stopped in his tracks.

"Not sick?" He grabbed the thermometer and slammed it on the bed. "Shadow you are dying."

"I'm not dying." I laughed.

"But you're sick, so let me take care of you."

"I don't want to get you sick, though."

"I don't really care." He muttered, kissing my forehead.

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Sonic had deemed me bed-ridden for the rest of the day. I had convinced Sonic to stay with me (but distanced). I was so worried about him when I couldn't see him. I was worried he had snuck into the bathroom while I had fallen asleep, but my limbs were too tired to stand up and check. I felt so useless. I couldn't help him.

The problem was Shadow was right. Sonic was in the bathroom, trying to resist temptation. He knew this would make things harder for Shadow, but he already had the knife in his hand and it looked so inviting. He hated it. He hated how tempting it was. He hated how much he wanted to do it. He hated how the knife was alredy lined up on his forearm.

He hated how deep he went.

Blood gushed from his arm. Hot tears fell from his eyes, yet he felt nothing. He was numb. He sliced five lines on each arm, until the floor was stained crimson.

Shadow felt something. He could tell something was off. With all the strength he could muster, he walked over to the bathroom. The door was locked.

"Sonic?" Behind the door, something was dropped.

"Shit." Sonic muttered.

"Sonic, please open the door." He plead weakly.

"I'm just washing up, don't worry."

"Then let me in." Sonic quickly washed his arms and threw his shirt back on. He covered the bloodied floor with a bath mat, hid his knife, and opened the door.

"Jeez, Shads. Go lay down."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, hun. Get some rest, I need to do some work in my room." He muttered, walking Shadow back to his bed.

There wasn't work to be done. Everybody had already done their share in the house (Sonic doing Shadow's for him). He lay in his bed without his shirt, letting blood gush out of his arms.

Then Rouge walked in. He had forgotten to lock the door.

"Hey, got any updates on Sha-" She froze. "Oh my god."

"I forgot to lock the door." Sonic whispered.

"Did you- How long ago did you do that...?"

"Just now."

Rouge stared at Sonic in disbelief, then quickly turned around to tell Shadow.

"Rouge, no!" He sped after her, leaving a small trail of blood splatters.

It was too late. Shadow sat up with wide eyes.

"Sonic... Sonic, can I see your arms?" Sonic reluctantly walked over with his arms exposed, dripping. He looked away, ashamed.

Tears fell from Shadow's eyes.  He knew. He knew it wasn't just some sick feeling, it was a warning. Sonic was in there, fucking up his arms, and he couldn't help him.

"Shads, are you crying?" Sonic gasped. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I just wanted freedom. I- I didn't want this, I'm so sor-"

"Sonic, spare me." He coughed, and then again, until blood sputtered from his mouth.

"Shadow!" Rouge rushed over to Shadow's side, helping Sonic calm his coughing. Sonic had a glass of water at the ready as he soothed his back. Shadow's cough died down, but so did his breathing.

His breath was so shallow that it almost seemed like he wasn't breathing at all.

Holy shit. We're getting really close to the end of this book, I think. I'm not sure how I want to end it yet, but I might have an idea. you guys can guess or wtv

i wrote this chapter the way i did because it's been really hard t resist lately, so I wrote this to calm my mind. guys, don't self harm.

love you guys. stay safe.