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Chapter 1: Guilt ...
House of Miles Prower "Tails".
It was late at night, and I had not realized it was dark.
I was sitting on the roof of my house.
I'm mad at myself, why? ... They wondered, for the truth, I admit being weak and dependent on others whenever there are battles.
Everything happened so rá; ask that I could do nothing, and only by believing he could handle it, just for the sake of showing that I was not a useless, and finish by confirming that I was just ... just a burden on the , and those damn reason, my friend, my companion, my brother Sonic is in a coma.
Sonic has been in coma for 2 weeks, doctors can not say if he ever woke up, I feel so guilty, so I hate. Simply seeing him in that bed and being helped to breathe by means of machines connected to your body I breaks my heart.
As happened?, Well I'll tell you.
About 2 weeks ago, a single day had just da
After "Tails" was gone, spent a few days.
It was almost dusk and about to fall the darkness of the night.
And in a hospital room, lying "Sonic" in his bed, his dream was quiet.
The machines connected to the body, constantly watching him vital signs.
But spending a few seconds, the machines began to make some noise bit unusual, and when those sounds and have become more repetitive and strong ... Sonic's hand began to show signs of movement.
- Tai ... ls ... Sonic said weak tone ....
After speaking, Sonic began to get in fist its savannas, but slowly let go ...
And the machines around him began to show signs no.
Then an alarm alerted the nurses and doctors.
At that very moment they entered the hospital: Sally, Amy and Nuckles.
They noted that the medical staff began to run into the room where he was currently our fallen hero.
Sally gave a bouquet of flowers that were with her and followed at a r
Chapter 02: Bloody hands
The noise of weapons being fired was deafening, but I felt pain, I opened my eyes to find my worst nightmare.
It was Sonic, he was in front of me protectively.
- Okay, Ta .. ils? - Said almost inaudibly.
I realized then that robots had fired and every bullet was, alone, alone ... to protect me.
Watch in horror as his body damaged by bullets, never thought to see it.
Sonic said something:
- Quiet Tails ... ... help is on the road.
- Sonic ...?
Sonic coughed up blood and fell down before me.
- SONIC!, SONIC!, Shout with all my strength.
The tears began to come out of my eyes uncontrollably.
The robots were prepared for another attack again, but before the shoot, went out.
Eggman shouted angry
- What's up, I said FIRE!, FIRE ...
But no robot obeyed his orders.
Then my bracelets were opened by releasing.
Alze eyes to notice that Sally and Nicolle had arrived.
To spend many hours, stop mourn, and decided to go to the hospital, I got up and flew in their direction.
When you arrive, nobody wanted to see me in the face, Dr. Nammeles I just spoke and said:
- Sorry Tails, Sonic ... ... is in a coma.
- In co .. co ... ma?
- If Tails, in a coma, we do not know if I ever going to wake up or maybe never will.
- No, NOO scream and cry again.
The doctor took my hand and said:
- Want to see?
He shook his head yes and followed him.
As I go to Dr. Note several looks at me, were cold and resentment.
When at last we reached the room the door opened and Dr allowed me to enter.
- Let them alone.
Dr. Nammeles closed the door slowly and saw him on, his body was covered in bandages and had tubes in his mouth to help him breathe, and could not do on their own.
That image I tear the soul.
I approached slowly to his bed, he looked pale.
- Lo ... temple ... to ... I said hoarsely.
I fell to my knees in front of his bed and f
No se sentía nada fuera de lugar, las personas a mi alrededor viviendo, mis amigos charlando y riendo.
Me siento en una burbuja. Pero no una de agua o de jabón, sino una de aire húmedo... si es que el aire puede estar mojado sin ser vapor.
Tengo un libro sobre la mesada al lado mio y una taza vacía en frente.
Pero a pesar de que el día no fue distinto, siento que hay algo que no está bien. Me pregunto si tiene algo que ver con los pájaros.
Pienso en ir afuera y en cantar, pero tengo tantas palabras en mi mente que tan solo quiero escribir. O hablar.
Me parece que voy a hacer lo primero.
¿Estará bien quedarse quieto y ver que pasa?
¿Y que tal si dejo de respirar? No, no, eso no. Sino me agarraría sueño y no tengo ganas de dormir.
Pero tampoco tengo ganas de pensar. Seguro el día es por culpa de los pájaros.
Hoy la mañana a