Death and Therapy. -Chapter 1-

Am I crazy? Am I truly an insane person? I don’t think so. But if I am not crazy why am I in the shrink’s office?



It is a humid morning out in the big city of Station Square. Everyone is running trying to get to their destinations for the day’s challenges. One challenge is not really an everyday one. The psychiatric clinic is open for business. Barely anyone goes there. The clinic in general has known to be a place to avoid in fear of society calling the persons that are there “nut jobs” or “crazies”.
Hours pass by in the wooden-walled room, colored mainly a tree bark brown, slightly splashed with colors of blue, which are mainly the colors of the chairs that are drilled to the floor. One patient that is in today is in for a phobia of tall people. Not all patients have problems that frivolous.

A white-colored, purple clad bat known as Rouge the Bat, is in today. She walks through the door and signs in at the receptionist desk. She looks around the premises. The clinic is unusually packed today. The bat sits down in the first chair available.

“Man, I hate that Shadow made me go here,” Rouge mumbled under her breath.  She then sighed.

“I hope he made the right decision. I hope this really helps.”

Right when she said that, another person walks in. It is a black hybrid wolfox wearing a red and black scrub top with red scrub pants that match his fiery red eyes. He appears to have been in a hurry to get to the building.

“You’re late!” The receptionist at the desk, a white leopard with black spots covering every visible inch of her body and with long hair covering her left blue eye, says to the wolfox.

“I’m sorry that I’m late, ma’am,” he says as he tries to get to the door in the other side of the waiting room. As he does he bumps into Rouge by accident, hitting her leg with his.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he hurriedly says to the bat as he opens the door to get into the receptionist room.

Hours pass by as one by one, each person  goes in through that accursed door.

“Um..Heraldo the Fox?” quietly says the black wolfox, whose nametag says “Jason”. The mentioned fox turned to Jason. “The doctor may see you know.“ He gets up and walks nervously to the back. Rouge looks at the fox with a quizzical look on her face.

‘Wonder what’s wrong with that guy.’ she thinks as she rolls her eyes, them returning to the decade old magazine that she was reading a moment ago.

As another hour passes, Rouge starts to have second thoughts on coming.

‘I really don’t think I need this. I’m not crazy. If I am, it’s Sonic and his little friends that make me go fucking crazy. G.U.N maybe too. I don’t need therapy. I’m just fine. I might as well leave because there are so many people here. The shrink might not need take me in today.’

As Rouge makes up her mind to leave the hell-hole,  the words she’d think she’ll never hear said to her escape the mouth of the wolfox receptionist.

“Rouge the Bat. The doctor may see you now.”

She curses under her breath and gets up out of her seat which she feels like she has been sitting at for eternity. She walks into the back of the clinic. She looks to her left and sees the receptionist room where the female one is reading a book, possibly on her break. The purple-clad bats starts to break out in a slight sweat. Jason notices and stops halfway in the hall.

“Ma’am. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing you should worry about.”

“If it’s about seeing the shrink, don’t worry about it. He’s not gonna bite.” He smiles at the bat and she returns the gesture. They start walking towards the shrinks office.

“Oh, almost forgot.” He extends his hand out to Rouge. “Name’s Jason.”  She is taken aback by this gesture and shakes his hand.

“Rouge.”

“Nice to meet you, Rouge. Here we are.” They stop at a brown wooden door that has “Dr. Rotor Walrus” embroidered on it. She opens the door and walks into a large room with a green area rugs that covers up most of the wooden floor below. She turns to the doctor, a light purple walrus with pale yellow eyes and bangs just long enough to cover half of his right eye.

“Hello, Dr. Walrus”

“Hello, Rouge. Nice to meet you.” He motions her to sit on the stereotypical relaxing long chair (A/N: I think it’s what it’s called.)

He looks at the clipboard that was given to him by Jason. “So, why are you here today, Ms. Bat?”

She sighs and starts to tell him about the reason she is in the clinic.  “Well I have been having these crazy dreams lately.”

“How crazy?”

“It involved the deaths of all the people I have known.”

“Who are these people that you know?”
“There is my boyfriend, Shadow, Sonic-”

“You mean Sonic the Hedgehog, right?”

“Yes, sir. Do you know him?”

The shrink adjusts his seat and flips his bangs out the way. “Yes, we went to high school together. So continue about you dreams. When did they start happening?”

“They started a couple of months ago with my boyfriend.”

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“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello?”

“Ma’am? Ma’am?”

“Someone is in my kitchen. He looks like he’s been shot. Please send someone.”

“Hold on, where do you live?”

“4523 Station Square Drive, Apartment 2B.” the caller sounded horrified.

“We’ll send police and ambulance right away to your location. Stay on the line.”

“Oh my God, I think I just saw him breathe.”

“He’s breathing, he’s good. Try to get him up and set him up on a chair.”

“Oh God, I think he’s losing his pulse.” That was when the sounds of sirens appeared in the background.

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“You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have that attorney present at questioning; if you are indigent you will be provided an attorney at no cost to represent you,” a police officer recited as he arrested a criminal on the charge of murder in the third degree. He put someone in the back of a police car as the other policeman went back to the crime scene. Blood was splattered everywhere. From the door, there was a trail of blood leading to the kitchen where, on the white marble floor, lied a body of a black and red hedgehog lying in a pool of crimson liquid that nearly matched the streaks on his quills. Everyone outside the apartment saw the body of the hedgehog being put in the ambulance truck. Cream and Charmy were crying, holding on to each other in safety.


“Oh my god!”  A white bat in a nightgown by the name of Rouge shot up from a horrible nightmare.  She was in a cold sweat. The startled words of the bat woke her lover.

“What’s wrong, Rouge?” Shadow asked as he slowly propped his eyes open to see what the problem was. He switched to a position in which his back was on the headboard of the bed.

“Oh, nothing baby.” The black and red hedgehog, alive and well, wrapped his hands around the startled bat, trying to console her. He kissed her on the forehead.

“I know when you’re lying, baby.” He sent her a mock-cold glare. It sent wild chills down Rouge’s back.

“Ugh..I don’t know. I’ve been having these weird dreams lately.”

“What kind of dreams?”

“I…They were about me….killing someone.”  Shadow’s ears perked up at her reply.

“Killing someone? Do you know who you killed or anything?”

“That’s the weird part. I don’t know. It’s like it happened very fast….” Rouge’s voice trailed off
at the thought actually killing someone.

“Well, whatever happened in your dream, it’s not gonna happen. Now, try to get some sleep baby.”

“Ok.” Shadow kissed his lover’s soft lips, and got back on the pillow, drifting off to a damn near deep sleep. Rouge just stayed up, starting into space, thinking about the strange dream she just woke up from.

‘What the hell happened in that dream? I know it looked like a crime scene, but why did whoever it was killed Shadow?’ She snapped from her train of thought as she turned over to look at the obsidian hedgehog lying next to her, in her queen size bed, in her commodious 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. ’It’s probably me being stressed out all the time. My mind is just going off the rocker temporarily. It’ll be better in the morning.’ The bat closed her eyes, reconnecting herself the land of slumber that Shadow went back to.

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“I don’t know who killed him or anything. I remember saying that were me killing me, but I don‘t remember that much.”

The doctor walrus eyes were wide open. “That is really messed up…I mean…Time is almost up. What I would recommend is keeping a journal of your dreams, every detail you remember. I want you to write in this every night and I will review this every time you come back over here.”
He  gives Rouge a black and purple notebook, etched with the words, “DIARY”, in uppercase letters.

“Thank you sir. I will be sure to write down every detail.” The white bat says as she gets up from her seat and walks toward the door.

“I’ll see next week, Rouge.”

“I’ll see you when I do, Rotor…I mean..Dr. Walrus.” She says in her usually seductive tone as she walks out the door, leaving the purple walrus alone in his room.

‘She has really grown up since the last time I’ve seen her.’ He thinks as he sighs and stretches a bit before going to the next patient.