(For anyone concerned about the dark direction of this story, it does get better soon. If the topic of depression makes you uncomfortable, don’t read. Otherwise, hang in there. I do have a happy ending in mind.)
Sonic fell asleep again not long after Tails left him be.
Sleep. He had both desired and despised it lately, since he’d returned home. Sleep meant that time passed without him being aware of it, the day vanishing into night, giving him no reason to get up. He felt he deserved the dark, the solitude, where no one could see how pathetic he’d become. But at the same time he had to be wary. To fall too deeply asleep meant the nightmares would come.
No, not nightmares. Those would have almost been a relief to have, instead. Night terrors. The same waves of fear that played out every time he fell into a deeper sleep cycle, that left him squirming in his sleep and shaking in his bed after he awoke. It made falling into sleep’s blessed oblivion easier as he wasn’t sleeping well, but he spent most of the night awake, huddled into a ball as he tried to tell himself the things he felt weren’t real. Not anymore.
If only that worked. If only his night terrors would end, and let him forget everything that had happened to him while he’d been enslaved on Moebius. But he was too ashamed to tell his brother what was truly ailing him. He was his little brother’s hero, so how could he tell him that his big brother was this weak? And it was a struggle not to tell himself...he deserved this.......
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