How Can I Help? (Sonadow)

Wait, What?

Shadow's P.O.V

"Are you serious?"

Amy nodded. "Again, party. At my house. 6 o'clock tonight. Sorry for the late notice, but I was busy with other invitations."

Dumbstruck, Shadow stood in the doorway. PARTY? What is she talking about?

"Excuse me. I do not attend those stupid wastes of time. They are nothing but inconveniences. Goodbye." Slamming the door, Shadow slumped down on the couch.
What is a party?

Searching the web, he read: A party is a time to have fun, and bond with friends.

"Who needs friends?" Shadow asked aloud. Then, lowering his head, he sighed. Who am I kidding?

Deep down, Shadow actually craved closeness, and love. But his heart was guarded by steel walls. He was designed to heal, but after his best friend, and big sister Maria was killed, he was determined to never be hurt from love again. So he shielded himself from any kindness and affection he received, thinking it would hurt him if he bonded with others. That resulted in many people thinking he was a heartless monster, who was filled with hate.

I don't understand... Maria, you would have taught me. What the words 'love', and 'fun', truly mean. I really miss you...I feel lost without you. Please, help me...

Shadow quickly sat up, and went into his room. The clock read 3 PM. Laying on his bed, in the center of his scattered thoughts, lay the word.

Friends.

When he thought of the word, the first thing to mind was Rouge. She had been there, from the very start. She was also one of the only people who knew he treasured his loved ones.

Then, out of the blue, came Sonic. The energetic, spunky hedgehog who always managed to make people smile. His naturally cheeky personality reflected off the faces of those who met him.

Hurriedly shaking his head, Shadow slammed his fist against the wall. 

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG! HE IS YOUR ENEMY!

His mind encouraged him to throw those thoughts away, but his heart told him to treasure the blue speedster as a friend.

For a while, Shadow connected people with good, or bad relationships with himself. Soon after, he realized he was still thinking to himself.

Dammit. I've got to stop talking to myself.

Looking over to the clock, he realized that it was 5:50. Mentally cursing himself, he hauled himself up, and ran a gloved hand through his rumpled quills. Then, he sped off towards the light of Amy Rose's house.