Sonic Boom: The Present, The Past, and The Future

Life Alone

This chapter is dedicated to @NazMel258 for she is the 10th follower and @diablita15. I thank you both dearly and appropriate all of your support guys.

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Silver thoughts were getting the best of him, so he went upstairs to his room to pull out his journal. This journal was unlike any other, it was a thick black leather covered book with his name written gold down in the left corner. A scarlet red ribbon slightly stuck out the top, holding were he left off. Silver remembered when he received the journal. It was on his fifth birthday, and since his family doesn't really celebrate holidays due to always fighting for their lives, it seemed like another normal day. He wasn't expecting a gift from his father, so when he got that brown box.. he was surprised. Inside that box was this huge black leather book with nothing but blank pages that he now uses as a journal. Twice a day since then, Silver would sit down at his desk, open the book, and enter in everything that was on his mind at that moment...... As soon as he woke up and before he went to bed.. Some times he would just write random things in the book from fanticesse to dreams and thoughts to ideas... no matter how emotional, stupid, or confusing it was, it would go strait into the book.

And today was going to be no different, Silver took the journal off its spot on the shelf and set it gently on his desk. He pulled out his chair and took a seat before pulling out a black pen from a pencil holder. He reached to remove the silver chain that was clamped around his neck and hidden in his fur, and put it down on top of the book. Slowly in his mind he went through all of the events that happened before taking the small silver key and pushing it into the lock. He turned his wrist slightly to the right and a small 'click' sound was heard. He took the key out of it's lock and opened the book. He gently turned the pages until he nearly reached the back of the book. He lightly tapped his pen against the desk, thinking of how to start his entry. Picking a good start, Silver sat up straight and slightly leaned over the book. His pen gently pressed against the page, forming perfectly straight letters that soon turned into clean words. He didn't rush as he wrote in cursive like always. Every sentence flowed together as if an artist wrote it during an inspiring moment. At the end, he time, dated, and sighed it. Giving the ink a moment to dry, Silver slowly looked over his words. Saying them quietly to himself as his eyes skimmed across them.

Today started out just like any other day would. I woke up, exercised, ate breakfast, and left out for 'work'. I saved three lives today: a little girl that was crossing the street alone, a dog that fell into a river, and a lady that got trapped inside of a burning house.

At first I thought that we were not going to make it out of that house but in the end we did. She thanked me kindly, as did a little boy, before I left the scene to my house. Hoping to sit down and relax for a little was my plan for the rest of the evening but Grace was already in my home when I got here. She did what she usually did when she came to check up on me. She asked me how I was doing and helped me wrap up the large gash on my forearm. In doing so, I found out that she and the captain's of the freedom fighters believe that I should take a break from being a hero. Of course I refused to do so for I do not want to leave my post as protector when people are depending on me. But the more I thought about it the more I realized how much I might need it.

I mean, I really don't want to leave my post, but I must admit that I am not in a good state of mind at the moment. I don't know how to explain it or how to say it. It is as if part of my brain has been poisoned by darkness. I can't stop myself from thinking of the past and all my adventures. With every thought the darkness in my brain grows with heaviness. It has gotten to the point that not even the sight of a smiling child can make me feel warm inside. Maybe Grace was right. I am working myself too hard.