Chapter 3 - An Escape From Reality

Amy laid in her bed for days; crying almost nonstop, feeling no means for existing. Her young mind couldn’t handle the wretched truth spilled by the male hedgehog. What point was there to live anymore? Love of her life rejected her, the only reason she ever got out of bed. Strange how those who knew her looked up to her as a strong woman, one of integrity and optimistic. Yet, she too fell into her emotion and became overwhelmed with depression. Three days she laid in bed, listening to the same band that always brightened up her day, only getting up to use the bathroom. On the third the phone rang, she answered.[br]
“Hello?” Greeted Amy in depression.[br]
“Amy Rose?” The voice asked.[br]
“This is her.” She confirmed with a sigh.[br]
“Chaotix Food n’ Stuff; you were suppose to be in an hour ago!”[br]
“Oh, sorry, I suppose I … lost track of time.”[br]
“Well, get down here now! We got a lot of customers today and we need all the help we can get!”[br]
“Okay.” She finalized and hung her end up.[br]
Amy crawled out of bed and in a lingered as she put her uniform on. She inched out the door as the sun beamed down on her; brighter and hotter than usual. She etched down the steps and slowly traveled to work; uncaring, really, if she even arrives before closing. Another hour passed and she finally arrived. The manager caught eye of her.[br]
“AMY!” He called out.[br]
“Hi Lamar.” She replied.[br]
“You’re very late. Get back there, now!”[br]
She battle passed an army of angry and hungry customers to get to her station. She snatched note cards that had the orders and begin creating the food. Her mind still stuck in her sorrows, light tears dripping on the food, and no motive to be enthusiastic over she wound up creating half cook, disgusting monstrosities that even a dog wouldn’t eat. The costumers complained and Lamar ran down to the kitchen.[br]
“Damn it, Amy, what are you doing?!”[br]
“Cooking, Lamar, I’m cooking.” She pointed out.[br]
“Cooking? A man through up from the filth you’re referring to as food.” He said. Amy, started bawling right in the middle of the kitchen. “Woah – woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”[br]
“Just go to hell, Lamar!” She shouted with tears in her eyes.[br]
“Hey, you better have more respect than that or you’re fired!” He returned.[br]
Everything went silent. She turned to him and replied, “Go ahead! I’m tired of you, this job, my life and the pig-headed hedgehog!”[br]
Amy removed her apron and slammed it on the stove which caught ablaze. Lamar rushed over to the fire-extinguisher and put it out. Amy stormed out the building and Lamar gave her one last word; “Go ahead, leave, you crazy dog!”[br]

Amy aimlessly traveled down the streets of Station Square. She wound up in West Hostile, the wrong side of the city. Amy came across a bench which she sat upon. Amy burst into tears again, remembering all she wish never happened. Why couldn’t Sonic love her? That question kept repeating in her mind. Now she just lost her job! Soon she’ll be kicked out of her apartment and forced to live on the streets.[br]
“Tough day?” A voice said and spooked her.[br]
Amy looked up and saw a shady looking fox wearing a black leather coat.[br]
“Uh, yeah.” She tried to ignore.[br]
“You seem pretty roughed up.” He commented and sat beside her.[br]
“Thanks …” She said in sarcasm[br]
“I didn’t mean it by saying you were ugly.”[br]
“Either case.”[br]
“Why don’t you tell me about it, I’m a good listener.” Offered the shady one.[br]
“I rather not.”[br]
“Come on. You’ll feel a littler better.”[br]
She side, “Well, there was this guy. I loved him, chased him and tried everything I could to be with him. This went on for years. Then he broke my heart, telling me to leave and go jump off a bridge. Now I just lost my job. I may lose my house! Why does this have to happen to me!?”[br]
“Oh, sounds pretty shootty.” He admitted. The fox looked around, “You know, I may know something that could really take the edge off. If you know what I mean?”[br]
Coursouly Amy inquired, “No, what DO you mean?”[br]
The fox opened his jacket only allowing the pink hedgehog to look in. There she found a small baggie full of green glasslike substance.[br]
“Is that?!” She gasped.[br]
“Mmhmm. It is. Mary Jane, in all her glory.” Confirmed the fox.[br]
“No, no. It’s illegal. I just can’t.”[br]
“Why not, girl? You’ll feel a lot better.”[br]
“Drugs are supposed to make me feel better?!” Amy’s voiced leveled.[br]
“Quiet down! Listen, I can guarantee that you won’t be thinking of that dick-head who put you down. I feel bad for you. I’ll give you this stuff free. You don’t want to use it, fine. If you do, you’ll be riding on the happy train. Just don’t tell anyone you got it from me.”[br]
Amy thought about it for a moment. Truly desiring to take her mind off of the Blue Blur, she accepted. Her mindset was leading more to flush the stuff down the toilet. She would never use marijuana.[br]
She took the drugs and stuck it in her uniform’s pocket. She looked at the sky and decided to head back to her apartment. Maybe she’d watch some television, maybe that would take her mind off Sonic.[br]

Amy arrived home at 5:42 pm. She walked over to her small television set and turned it on. It was on the Cable News Network channel.[br]
“… and that was in sports today.” The anchorman said. An image of the hero, Sonic appeared on screen. Under the image had captions saying, “Hero losing his edge?” The anchorman continued, “Three days ago Sonic The Hedgehog raced to an apartment caught in a deadly fire. Many people were saved thanks to this miraculous hedgehog, except for one young child. Sonic, after learning that the child was still in the apartment went after her, but couldn’t save her. We ask this, is this hero losing his edge?”[br]
Amy quickly rushed to the television and turned it off. She sat back down and felt something at her lower side. She reached down and pulled out the bag of marijuana.[br]
“Oh.” She said, “I better flush this away.”[br]
Amy walked to her bathroom with all intentions of disposing the drugs. She opened the toilet and held up the intoxicants above the watery bowl. Then she heard a voice repeat in her mind, “It could take your mind off him.” Amy stopped and lowered the lid. She traveled to the kitchen and spilled the bag on the table, covering it in the grass-like drugs, in the middle of the pile rest some paper. Amy took the paper and some of the drugs, she hesitated, but eventually rolled them together, creating what she always despised, a joint. Amy looked around, something to light it with, she had no lighters, she never smoke. Ah, the stove, that’s what she’d use. Amy turned on the stove and placed the end of her cigarette of narcotics on the burner. It was lit. There it was, a gateway to a life altering experienced. She stopped; she refused to subdue herself to this. But yet, it called her, desired her. Sonic, kept playing in her mind. Finally she put the unlit end of the joint to her lips, she inhaled and exhaled. Something was wrong, she liked it. She continued to smoke and found herself in a state of high. She began to not care, jiggle insanely at what wasn’t funny, and above she never gave a thought to Sonic. With marijuana she'd never have to worry again.[br]

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