..Truth Or Dare?.. (SONADOW STORY)

.. Sibling Talk..

OKAY GUYS DONT MIND MY DISSAPEARANCE, HERE IS YOUR CONTENT, AND SORRY IF IT LOOKS WEIRD, IM ON LAPTOP!

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SONICS POV 

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It's the next day, and already, there is talking in Sonic's kitchen, there is laughing, there is clatter. And then, there is Sonic, just waking up

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I wake alone on my bed, the suns light shining through my curtains and touching my fur in a teasing way, trying to tell me its time to wake up. But all its doing is shining at my arms, making me stare at the crimson cuts, the same colour as Shadow's eyes. I sigh, rubbing my eyes. My quills are messy, and my neck still hurts. My fingers trace my neck, I feel the bite mark and wince. Ofcorse he did, ofcorse you let him, idiot.

Getting up, I notice a black leather jacket on my desk, a note on top of it. I walk over, picking up the note. Careful handwriting is put on its cardboard cut-out.

Your siblings are coming over.

I stare at the note, over and over. My siblings... Manic and Sonia. I hope my mother and father aren't coming, they'd be very upset. I can manage my siblings, but not my parents. Never my parents. Yes, they're nice, but how can I be brave enough to tell them I like the guy who caused me nothing but pain when I met him, how can I tell them what I've been going through lately? Knowing they will think it's their fault for not raising me properly. But my siblings... I'm not sure. I guess that's why there is a jacket. I pick up the leather fabric carefully, smelling the strong scent of lavender. It's Shadow's, that's for sure. I smell it for some time.

Shadow is giving me his jacket for a reason, to hide what I have done to myself. I know he himself will never judge me for what I've done, but I understand he is afraid my siblings will. He could also think my family is a problem too, and my siblings could experience the same thing. A bunch of reasons float in my head, but all I know, is I have a prized possession from Shadow. I have been given something from him. A small smile creeps on my face and I slide the jacket's sleeves in my arms, ignoring the pain it conflicts when weight is applied to my wounds. The jacket is slightly big on me, but I like it, it's warm and comforting.

Hesitating when my hand touches the doorknob of my room, I look at my body mirror in my room. I'm a mess, my quills aren't brushed, and my fur is all matted. I reach back to my desk and grab a rough brush, brushing my quills carefully, then a more detailed brush. I make sure my quills are at my signature pattern, soft and smooth. I trace my hands over them, they glow once more, as if thanking me for caring for them. I clean my fur with my tongue, letting it lie flat. I rush to my bathroom and brush my teeth, splashing water on my face. Its unsettling, but it's necessary.

Finally looking decent. I leave my room. Walking down the hallway. Doors are open in the guest rooms, and I can hear talking in the living room. I peak my head around the hallway's walls, yeah, it's busy. But it doesn't seem uncomfortably busy. Rouge and Tails sit on the stairs going up to the kitchen, talking to each other. For 10 years apart, the two get along well. I also see two pink hedgehogs and sink lower. Amy is talking to Sonia, Sonia- a dark pink/magenta hedgehog with emerald eyes, also, my sister. The two are smiling. Nearby, I catch Shadow and Silver sitting on a couch, they're talking normally. I still don't like Silver, but if Shadow can trust him enough, I guess I'll give him a chance. But something makes me stop from going forward. Where's Manic? I ask myself, leaning forward to try and find him.

Hands touch my shoulder and I whip around, my quills bristle and I open my mouth to yell at the one who touched me. But I don't. I meet his yellow eyes and he puts a finger on his lips to stop me. I let my quills rest and stand up straight. "Don't scare me like that, Manic." I say, folding my arms. Manic smiles, his green fur is dark under the hallway's shadows, but his quills still messy as always. He reminds me of a Rockstar, which makes sense, he plays the drums.