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Trapped

What happened?

I'll never know.

Will I get better?

I'll never know.

Will I escape?

I'll never know.

Will I die here?

I'll never know.

Do they love me?

I'll never know.

Will she save me?

Forevermore.

Will she free me?

Nevermore.

History of Sonic T. Hedgehog

I hate me.

My name is Sonic Hedghog.
My Mother wasn't around.
My father was abusive.
He beat me.
He hurt me.
He's the reason I'm here.
In the Mobius Hill Insane Asylum,
locked away in the foam room.
I was once normal; strange, but true.
I lived life for reasons.
Now I have no reason to live.
I have one friend; she's so sweet and caring.
She visits me any time she can, but sometimes can't help but cry…
She hates me in here, but knows why I'm here.
I'm a danger to myself and her.
I'm schizophrenic.
There's not only me in this damaged body… there's Fleetway.
Fleetway is my Demon.

I hate him.

Hell Hath no Fury

He doesn't care, he will never care.
He's the reason I'm here, other then my father.
The reason I'm forced to spend my life,staring at the bleach walls of the padded room. He's the reason I'm covered inch by inch in deep, painful scars. Most connect to spell a name. Most connect and share the pain.

His misery is my feed.
I live off his hate.
I live off his tears.
I live off every inch of his dwindling mind.
I'm his demon.
I am Fleetway.

When did he appear?
He appeared when I was young.
My father hit me so hard, damaged my mind.
He broke me in a way.
Not just physically, but mentally.
Then Fleetway took over and the pain began.

I appeared through a hit, just one little hit.
The one that broke the skin.
The one with the whiskey bottle.
It was a terrible day…
For him.
I enjoyed every minute of the boy's pain.

I feel imprisoned;
Like a caged hummingbird.
My hands are bound around me in
a plaster of white, I am afraid.
I am afraid of the darkness.
I am afraid of me.

Afraid of himself? No it's not true!
He's afraid of me like the darkness and
Afraid, just like the truth.

Whispering Walls of the Padded Room

Two years, two days.
That's how long I've been here.
I've been in the asylum for two years.
I've been in the padded room for two days.
Being trapped here, its hell.
The walls whisper of my fate… they say I'm going to die here
They giggle and chuckle at the pain I'm in.
You'll be here forever they say.
They torment me.
Talking with my straight jacket
Cackling at the fact I'm insane.

The whispers seem louder and louder,
And their voices are eerie and dark
The walls can't help but speak,
of the trouble I am in.
I curl up on the floor, of the soft and padded room
As my tears begin to rain as the wall laugh with the floor
My demon plagues my mind.
The walls whispered and spoke.
The floor just laughs and cackles,
As my heart starts to sink.
I can't stop crying, and it's becoming harder to breath.

Out of the room into my home

Two days after being placed in the pads I'm free!
Free from the walls splattered with blood,
painting an aroma all through the room.
They unlatched my body,
and dragged me to my room.
My paintings were still there; they hung all around.
My dark oak trees and flowers
bloomed beautifully on the paper.
I sat with a women…
voice smooth like rain.
Sally is her name.
She's my psychologist.
As you can tell, I'm quite a mess.
Mentally… physically, well hell even emotionally.

Sonic? Yes?

How do you feel? He's back once again…

This deep dark voice? Fleetway, yes.

What is he saying? Thing's I can't say…

Will you please open up? Never, not with you.

Sonic, I'm here to help… It's a lie it always was…

Sonic, my child, we all want to help you.

To be continued.

Description
Trapped

What happened?

I'll never know.

Will I get better?

I'll never know.

Will I escape?

I'll never know.

Will I die here?

I'll never know.

Do they love me?

I'll never know.

Will she save me?

Forevermore.

Will she free me?

Nevermore.

History of Sonic T. Hedgehog

I hate me.

My name is Sonic Hedghog.
My Mother wasn't around.
My father was abusive.
He beat me.
He hurt me.
He's the reason I'm here.
In the Mobius Hill Insane Asylum,
locked away in the foam room.
I was once normal; strange, but true.
I lived life for reasons.
Now I have no reason to live.
I have one friend; she's so sweet and caring.
She visits me any time she can, but sometimes can't help but cry…
She hates me in here, but knows why I'm here.
I'm a danger to myself and her.
I'm schizophrenic.
There's not only me in this damaged body… there's Fleetway.
Fleetway is my Demon.

I hate him.

Hell Hath no Fury

He doesn't care, he will never care.
He's the reason I'm here, other then my father.
The reason I'm forced to spend my life,staring at the bleach walls of the padded room. He's the reason I'm covered inch by inch in deep, painful scars. Most connect to spell a name. Most connect and share the pain.

His misery is my feed.
I live off his hate.
I live off his tears.
I live off every inch of his dwindling mind.
I'm his demon.
I am Fleetway.

When did he appear?
He appeared when I was young.
My father hit me so hard, damaged my mind.
He broke me in a way.
Not just physically, but mentally.
Then Fleetway took over and the pain began.

I appeared through a hit, just one little hit.
The one that broke the skin.
The one with the whiskey bottle.
It was a terrible day…
For him.
I enjoyed every minute of the boy's pain.

I feel imprisoned;
Like a caged hummingbird.
My hands are bound around me in
a plaster of white, I am afraid.
I am afraid of the darkness.
I am afraid of me.

Afraid of himself? No it's not true!
He's afraid of me like the darkness and
Afraid, just like the truth.

Whispering Walls of the Padded Room

Two years, two days.
That's how long I've been here.
I've been in the asylum for two years.
I've been in the padded room for two days.
Being trapped here, its hell.
The walls whisper of my fate… they say I'm going to die here
They giggle and chuckle at the pain I'm in.
You'll be here forever they say.
They torment me.
Talking with my straight jacket
Cackling at the fact I'm insane.

The whispers seem louder and louder,
And their voices are eerie and dark
The walls can't help but speak,
of the trouble I am in.
I curl up on the floor, of the soft and padded room
As my tears begin to rain as the wall laugh with the floor
My demon plagues my mind.
The walls whispered and spoke.
The floor just laughs and cackles,
As my heart starts to sink.
I can't stop crying, and it's becoming harder to breath.

Out of the room into my home

Two days after being placed in the pads I'm free!
Free from the walls splattered with blood,
painting an aroma all through the room.
They unlatched my body,
and dragged me to my room.
My paintings were still there; they hung all around.
My dark oak trees and flowers
bloomed beautifully on the paper.
I sat with a women…
voice smooth like rain.
Sally is her name.
She's my psychologist.
As you can tell, I'm quite a mess.
Mentally… physically, well hell even emotionally.

Sonic? Yes?

How do you feel? He's back once again…

This deep dark voice? Fleetway, yes.

What is he saying? Thing's I can't say…

Will you please open up? Never, not with you.

Sonic, I'm here to help… It's a lie it always was…

Sonic, my child, we all want to help you.

To be continued.