I'm going to warn all of you now, this story is pretty much a little darker than the stories I usually make.

Sonic: WHAT IS WITH YOU WITH TORTURING ME?

Uh, well you see… *pulls up Fairy Tail manga* Gah, it's right to left not the other way around D:

Knuckles: Wimp.

Oh shush you! Anyways, I hold no rights to the Sonic casts, nor do I have any grudge against them. This story was just for kicks made by me, don't like don't read, and so on and so forth…

Chapter 1

"You're the problem in my life."

Sonic was inside his room, recovering from his recent session of just crying his heart out. He held his arm tight as blood seeped through his gash. It hurt like hell, but his father wouldn't care. The man never cared about him in the first place.

"If I had the chance, I'd rather have left this place then to have you with me."

Sonic hissed as the blood flow continued toward, staining the carpet with red droplets. The pain surged through his body, the knife had really gone deep. Sonic would have sworn it cut a nerve that was connected to his heart. Of course, what's the point of reporting it to anyone outside the house? After all, no one would ever believe him. They'd probably just make up more excuses to keep the blue hedgehog from feeling completely broken.

"You're the soul reason why Aleena left me! You just had to scare her away!"

Blue eyelids opened slightly as emerald, green orbs gazed at the floor below.

Sonic never really knew his mother. It was always a dream for him to meet her in person, and to actually get some answers about herself and his own birth.

Of course, he knew well that his mother was married to another hedgehog named Jules. The two mobians were both very happy with each other, and that they were both expecting a child in a few months. He knew; judging from the information he received rather brutally from his father, the married couple lives on one of the houses down the street from where they live. Sonic would always pass by on his way to school, but he'd never look up at the windows.

It already hurt having to understand that his mother left his dad and him and is now expecting a new bundle of joy to take care of and raise.

After all, Sonic knew that he was the child that shouldn't have been.

He was the mistake that should have been avoided.

"You screwed up my life…"

And his father made it hell of noticeable.

Sonic sighed as he stood up. He felt dizzy, his vision blurred. The blue hedgehog carefully guided himself over to his bed. Propping his blanket, Sonic gently laid himself down on his pillow. Dinner would be ready soon, and the cobalt teen would never hear the end of the drama. He would just listen to his father's constant complaining of him not being the "good" child that he'd dreamed of having, and Sonic wouldn't do anything but glare.

It wasn't his fault that he could never be that perfect child that could have brought his father happiness.

Why, the man hadn't even known that his class schedule consisted of five advanced classes and two regular credited classes.

His teachers admired how smart the young, blue hedgehog was. He was ranked number one in the whole grade, but of course, the ranking didn't matter a single thing to his father. No, it was all about how the young teen had caused hell for him, nothing other than that mattered to his old man.

"My life is just nothing but fucking torture to him, isn't it?" Sonic said, gazing at the ceiling.

It was just another day in hell.

The door creaked open, and a blue hedgehog with brown eyes and an aftershave that covered his muzzle. "Get dressed, Chuck is here…" the gruff voice said as the owner literally slammed the door shut.

Sonic rolled his eyes as he made his way to his closet.

He put on one his nicest clothes, a sweatshirt with a white undershirt and some dress pants. Grabbing a handkerchief, Sonic tied it around the wound that his father had marked him with. He couldn't let anyone see his cuts or bruises, or else his father would mess him up even harder than before. Of course, the thought of it didn't scare Sonic anymore unlike when he was a child; the threat was like the end of the world back then. Now, the threat sounded like another chore to get done than the end of the world.

Looking at the mirror, Sonic faked a smile at himself.

"Nothing is wrong with me, heh, everything's perfectly normal…" he lied in a sarcastic tone as he walking out the door.

As dinner finished, Uncle Chuck said his goodbye and ruffled Sonic's head. "You be a good boy for your dad ok, Sonny?" the light blue hedgehog smiled as Sonic fake smiled at him. How Sonic wished he could just scream out the problem to his oblivious uncle. Though, how he could do it with his father in ear range? "I will Unc, see you next time…" Sonic replied as he watched his uncle closed the door behind him.

It was then that Sonic took off the handkerchief, revealing the wound that hid underneath.

His father gazed over at his son, fixing his stare at the knife wound.

"I thought I told you to keep your injuries hidden…"

"I did; I just exposed it right now…"

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Sonic let out an aggravated sigh. "You saw me earlier. You kept your fucking stare on the fucking handkerchief; you know if the damn cloth fell off or not…" the blue hedgehog said in the calmest tone he could address his old man with. A pair of hands brought Sonic's head up in an upward direction, toward his father's piercing brown colored eyes. "What's with the attitude your giving me?"

"What fucking attitude?"

His father slapped his cheeks, hard. "That attitude…"

Sonic held in his tears as he just continued to stare right back at his dad.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

"You're not getting a damn thing from my mou—"

Sonic felt another slap on the cheek.

The two just stared back at each other as if it were a little game. Sonic's father growled, frisking his sons head away like it was paper. "Why don't you do something useful and do some of your homework instead of giving me a shitty attitude right now…" The older blue hedgehog said in disgust. Sonic clenched his fists in anger. How he wish he could just slap the man senseless.

Without any words in reply, Sonic left the table and headed straight towards his room where he would just continue tending to his own sorrow, and his father wouldn't give a single damn about checking up on him.

x-x-x-x-x

A loud yawn came from Sonic's mouth as Monday morning came upon him.

The blue hedgehog opened his eyelids as sunshine pierced his vision.

He got off of bed, rushing toward his closet. He picked out the usual collared shirt, jeans, and black hoodie from his closet. The collared shirt and jeans were used for the regular school code of dressing appropriate and professional, but the hoodie was used as a cover up for any bruises or cuts showing off on his arms or upper body.

He figured that if he wore a jacket of some sort, no one would ever suspect his pain. Boy, did it work like a charm. No student at his school ever noticed them at all.

As he finished zipping his hoodie, the blue hedgehog went ahead toward the front door. His father was no longer inside the house, thankfully. The man was now at his work of being a bartender in one of the local bars in town. Sonic remembered when he was only a little kid, he'd hear the sounds of his father's screams as beer bottles hit the floor like there was no tomorrow. Back then, it was frightening to Sonic, but now, the blue hedgehog had grown used to the daily routine and just went with it.

Opening the front door, the hedgehog walked out onto the porch and followed the pathway to school. He tightened his grip on his backpack as he reeled toward his mother's house. Apart of him felt like opening the door and just scream at her face for leaving, but another part of him felt like it was better this way.

Hey, at least his mother has a second chance on having the life she wanted.

Sonic sighed as he took up his speed at a running pace.

Running, now that's something the blue hedgehog always enjoyed doing. It was the only thing in the world that could take his mind off of all his problems for a long while. No matter how much his teachers' would encourage him, Sonic would never join track. Running, to him, was a personal hobby he'd do when he'd had enough of all the problems mobians gave him. The blue hedgehog didn't want to change the whole reason why he ran.

"Well, I'm here…" Sonic sighed, skidding to a stop. His school wasn't really that big, but it was a sufficient size building for a high school. It was painted white on the outside while flowers decorated the building from the ground to the windows. In the middle, there was a sign that read "Welcome to Green Hill High School" in all capital letters. Students were scattered around on campus either in groups of friends or just in pairs of two friends.

The blue hedgehog sighed once more; sometimes he wished he had a friend at school. Of course, who'd want to be friends with antisocial freak at school who was born with weird blue fur? Yeah, that's what he thought.

Taking a seat on the front steps, Sonic looked through his backpack. Scavenging through it, he found what he was looking for, a sharp knife that his father would use to threaten him when he was smaller. He smiled a little.

"No one will find out," Sonic said, pushing his sleeve upward so his wrist was visible.

As the knife inched closer to his wrist, he felt someone's hand stop him from doing so.

"The hell?" Sonic asked before looking to his left.

It was that red echidna he'd usually seen hanging out with his friends at one of the outside tables during lunch and after school. What was he doing here? "What the heck do you think you're doing?" he asked, a serious expression showing on his face. Sonic growled, pulling his arm back; he was careful enough to realize that he was still holding the knife. "Well?" the echidna questioned again. Sonic just stared back in annoyance.

"Why the fuck would you care?" the blue teen questioned.

"Why would I care? I care because you're practically doing THIS out in public!" The echidna said, being very careful of the volume of his voice. Sonic didn't give a reply as he settled the knife back in his backpack.

"Where do you think you're going?" Knuckles called after the retreating figure.

Stopping, Sonic looked back. "Somewhere, where you won't bother me…"

To Be Continued

Aha, didn't know I could be THAT torturous…

Sonic: *sipping some coke* You and your sick, twisted mind.

Knuckles: *cuddling against the Master Emerald* I love you~

Sonic and me: -.- Really?