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I do have to state that I'm not too well versed on the etiquette and stuff when posting on wattpad. Of course I post normally on ao3, but I just wanna get some of my work out there, ya know? If you have any pointers I'm more then happy to hear them ^^

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Shadow looked up at the ceiling as he lay on a bed. A soft yellow light poured in from the porch.

He was crashing over at a friend's place, Sonic's to be exact. The blue hero took him into his home when Shadow lost his house. Shadow was grateful for Sonic's generosity.

Shadow laid as music played from his earphones, a soft 16-bit tune from a video game he played not too long ago with Rouge.

As the music played the dark hedgehog thought. Not about his wrecked house, or of that blue hero, but of darker material.

Shadow rubbed his arms as he lay. "Why would I think of that?" He muttered digging his hands in his arms.

"Why would I ever do that?" He watched as the ceiling fan spun, blowing cold air on him.

He felt disgusted in himself, he's had the same thoughts for weeks now… maybe even months. He needed to talk to someone about it, but it was never the right time, never the right place.

He should tell Rouge, or hell, even Sonic about these thoughts. They're just so debilitating, so gory.

But Shadow couldn't risk being shunned or committed. He couldn't be seen as a threat.

…

not now at least.

The hedgehog turned over on his side trying to think about anything else. Anything else would be better than thinking about cutting off a piece of his thigh to eat.

He thought about the blood in his mouth, his blood, he thought about the taste, but he also thought about the pain.

Taking a knife to his leg to eat would hurt.

He grabbed his phone to occupy his mind, trying to think of anything else. But the thoughts persisted.

He needed to cut his own meat off his thigh.

He needed to.

He needed the voice to stop telling him to eat hedgehog flesh.

But he didn't want to.

He couldn't do it…

Before he could think he got up before stopping.

He shouldn't…

What if the voice doesn't stop?

What if Sonic saw him do it?

He looked down, seeing his legs.

He just needed to hurt himself.

He just needed to eat it.

Before thinking anymore about it He put his phone in his quills and got off the bed and to his door.

He hesitated, he couldn't really be thinking about doing it?

He stepped back from the door.

He shouldn't.

He shouldn't do this!

Tears breached his eyes as he sat back down on the bed.

No.

No!

He can't!

He can't do this!

Looking down at his hands he shuddered.