I'm In Love With a Killer ~ Sonadow

Chapter 37 |My Two Cents|

|Normal.POV|

Nobody expected this to happen when it did. You'd never think to find two hedgehogs with stitched smiles that also had cut throat, brutal, and fatal deaths on a bed. The next morning they had been found by Sonia and Manic when they felt an odd feeling and ambiance from Sonic's old room. Looking inside they smelled Shadow's fresh blood on the bed. They were horrified when they saw Sonic's body laying next to Shadow, who was a stranger to them. They called for an ambulance to come by that morning, it was chaotic. A cold winter morning, that was the worst part of it. Snow was blocking the roads, and taking the two to any nearby hospital had almost seemed impossible at that point. They were immediately rushed to emergency rooms. Only Shadow wasn't sent to the emergency room when they found that he had bled out completely. Sonic though, seemed to have a small fighting chance. When they took him in, he had scars, bruises, and lots of blood coming out his mouth from the carved smile. They immediately went to take out the stitches and the dead skin that fell from his mouth. Afterwards, they properly stitched his mouth back together. Multiple surgeries would be needed to fix his mouth to a normal working one, but as of now it has stopped most of the bleeding. When they found Sonic, they detected a tiny heartbeat, it was small, and that showed the fighting chance that he still had. His breathing was small and irregular, he was hanging on by a small breath. It was still very possible that he would not make it through. But he hung on for dear life when they began to clear his system of anything that was toxic.

|Sonic's.POV|

I woke up in a room that had bright lights shining on my face. When I looked around, I saw my brother and my sister sitting in some nearby chairs, who immediately came to greet me when they saw that I was awake. I had realized that I was covered in many bandages and stuff. My bruises still hurt, but they were beginning to heal up again. For the first time in a while, I had actually felt so comfortable and safe. I think the nightmare was finally over. Manic and Sonia had come to spoil me with soft hugs and smiles. "We missed you", they whispered as they cried with joy. My ears were very sensitive, so I was glad that they whispered. "Where have you been?", Manic asked. "Yeah, and who was that guy who was with you?", Sonia asked. My heart was filled with fear and I could feel myself on the verge of a heart attack. "Where is he right now?", I asked. They both looked at each other, then back at me. "We're sorry, but we were told that he was dead when they found him", Sonia said. "Was he a friend?", Manic asked. I looked down, it wasn't a dream. I mean I'm glad that he can't torture me anymore...but I can't help but to feel sad about this. He's officially dead and gone, but now I feel so much more empty inside. Like, I lost a huge part of myself that I never knew I had. I loved him, maybe not romantically, but I formed some kind of connection and bond with him. No, that's probably just the medicine talking, but still, I'm confused.

"Can I see him?", I asked. They both nodded and helped me up from the hospital bed and took me to a room that showed a table that had Shadow's body hiding under a blanket. I lifted off the blanket to see Shadow's lifeless face in front of me. Somehow I lived, and he died. Normally I believed the opposite would happen, but it didn't. He really was...gone. His memories and feelings, emotions, touch, feels, personality is all gone. Nothing but a lifeless corpse now. I cried when I saw him, this isn't the first time I've seen a dead body, but I never thought I'd see his. He was beautiful, peaceful, and cold-hearted. I held his hand, it felt cold and wet from the blood. I saw his wrists, they were slit wide open from the looks of it. He really was serious about leaving me to be happy again. Now that he's gone, it's like there's little to be happy about. When I finished my moment with him, I kissed his forehead, before pulling the blanket back over him. My siblings helped me back to my hospital room and laid me back down on the bed. It hurt to walk like this, but I don't really mind now that I'm free and getting better. Things are going to be so different without him.

|Months later|

I am not as happy as I thought I'd be. I went back to college again, but it's an online college, where I sit in my room and stare at a laptop the whole day. I'm not allowed to be alone anymore, my siblings don't trust that I'll be fine. Maybe to shower and use the bathroom, but other than that, I've become a child to them. My face had gone through tons of reconstruction surgeries to get it back together. It took a long time and left huge scars in the end. So no matter how I look, I always have to wear a scarf when I go outside where lots of people can see and judge. Speaking of lots of people, our town had gone back to normal population. People were moving back in again, after it was announced that the murders have stopped. The facility that I was at, had taken me in after I checked out of the hospital. They prescribed me to take special pills that were supposed to keep my two-faced personality under control. They say that as long as I take those pills, my corrupted persona will never come out. As long as I stay out of trouble and keep my head safe. So basically, I can't bump my head too hard against anything, and if I become traumatized again, my two-faced persona will come out. It just needed to be triggered. But that's what the pills are for, so that I don't change over time. The facility had only kept me there for a week before they let me go. I have appointments to meet with them once a week, where they ask me about my day and how I'm doing. If I ever feel suicidal, I know that I can't overdose on pills anymore. My siblings had strictly hid those prescription pills away from me. They took away as many sharp objects that could harm me and hid those away as well. At night they'll take turns sleeping on the floor next to my bed, to make sure I am comforted in case if I had a nightmare or anything. I'm also on a very special diet to recover from my old cannibal ways. My body has been damaged severely, it'll take years to fully recover.

I realized that Shadow was wrong when he said that I could possibly be locked up forever in that facility. After I told them my side of the story, they added up the evidence and concluded that I was telling the truth. I must also mention that I was sent to therapy, once a week like always. I had a lot of people who worried about me. It wasn't love like it used to be. Shadow may have been crazy and hurt me, but he cared and loved me. He didn't always worry about me as if I was made of glass. To everyone else though, I apparently was. I just can't see the point of living if I don't even know what I wanna do. There's nothing fun or exciting to see or do anymore. I can't go outside alone, I can't be alone, and I can't brood about my thoughts alone.
There's nothing that I could do about it anymore. Shadow is gone, and so is my sanity and innocence. My old life was perfect, and even though I'm free from his grasp, I'm still sad from it all and there's nothing I can do about it

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