Hello
Rated: R for 2nd chapter and later on.
Description: Everyone has got the thought in their heads that Chris' new stepfather is perfect, but he shows a different side towards Chris. Will his 'secret' love help him? (Chriskku, HUMAN-Sonic/Chris, yo.)
Genre: Drama/Romance/I dont wanna put Angst here but theres a lot of it o__o!!

...... Hi everyone.

I have something to admit.

I'm not much of a person who is good at writing angst. I'm more of a fluff person. Which is why this fic sucks so much. XD;

Okay confession time over. TIME FOR FIC. o__o;; ------------------

Hello - Chapter 3: Numb

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

A few days passed by after that day. Chris' stepfather had already yelled at him that day. And only a few minutes after that, he decided to burst in and tell everyone he wanted to take them all out, an invitation in which Chris declined. So everyone was gone somewhere, and Sonic told Chris that he was just gonna go outside for a walk, because he too declined the offer. This left Chris alone, which he didn't really mind too much. He was going to work on his homework early that weekend, anyway. With the images of his stepfather yelling at him still in his mind, he went in the kitchen to see if there was a pen in a nearby junk drawer in there, because the pen he DID have was thrown out the window by Chris' stepfather. He opened one drawer and put his hand inside to search for a pen. No sooner did he put it in, that he jerked it back out, with a huge slice across three of his fingers with blood already going down his arm. He quickly ran to the sink and washed the crimson substance away, and used some paper towels to cry his hands off. He looked at his fingers, each with a small but deep cut in them.

Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...

Chris walked back to the drawer to see what happened. Looking at a few envelopes that had drops of blood on them, he saw a pocket knife that someone had left the blade out of. He picked up the knife, staring at some of the blood on it. After a long while, he realized something. He realized how he can let all the anger out. He realized how he can make that stepfather of his realize that he was listening... Or would he just think that he was even stupider? How would he know, if he didnt try? He kneeled to the kitchen floor, put the blade to his arm... He heard about all these kids cutting themselves, commiting suicide... It all seemed stupid to Chris when he heard it. But at this moment... His dad, his stepdad, his family, everything around him seemed chaotic, even if nobody understood why. These things that Chris used to think were stupid seemed like a way to get out now. He closed his eyes and counted down from 3 in his mind...

Every step I take is another mistake to you...

And quickly sliced the blade across his arm, producing a large cut on his lower arm near his wrist.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware,
I've becoming this, all I want to do is be more like me and be less like you

He opened his eyes and looked at the cut, gasping for air after he held his breath while he made his mark. Hesitating a bit, he made a second cut, wincing, but not too painful. Not too long after, he had about 7 cuts on his arm, not counting the smaller ones. This was actually a bit... fun. Once you were used to it, all the pain went away. Chris started to feel dizzy after a while of more cutting, and even some on his other arm. Kinda like he was about to faint. He soon realized what this was. He was dying. He could pretty much assume that he was suffering blood loss, seeing a LOT of it on the kitchen floor. He put the knife down, knowing that he was finished. He layed on his side and waited until that final breath. He started to see a bit of red, also. And not just the blood.

Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control...

"So, this is what dying feels like..." He mumbled to himself, slowly closing his eyes. "... It's... not so bad... not so bad... at all..." His eyes finally closed, losing conciousness.

Cause everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you,
Every step that I take is another mistake to you, and every second I waste is more than I can take...

Sonic opened the front door. He walked in the lobby of the mansion, looking around. "Chris? I'm home!" When Sonic didn't hear a reply, he walked up the stairs into Chris' room, seeing that he wasn't there. But he did find that his stepfather had another fight with him, seeing scattered objects everywhere. He ran back down the stairs into the dining room. "Not here, either?" He finally walked into the large kitchen, walking around. "Chris? Where ARE you?!" He yelled in an almost-whiny voice. He went behind one of the kitchen counters, and nearly fainted himself at the sight. In a huge puddle of blood-- HIS blood-- with cuts all over his arms and a knife in that large puddle, was Chris' unconcious body.

"C-Chris... Chris, answer me..." He kneeled down, placing two fingers on his wrist, feeling a very, VERY faint heartbeat. "... Oh, God. I don't believe..." He ran out of the kitchen yelling, "ANYONE IN HERE, HELP! SOMEONE HAS JUST COMMITED SUICIDE! PLEASE HELP?!" He finally realized that nobody was there. He ran in the lobby, picking up the phone, trembling. He dialed 9-1-1 with shaking fingers. "H-Help... Ambulance... Someone important to be has just attempted to kill himself..."

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware,
I've becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me, and be less like you...

-- End of Chapter 3 --

..... Well. Somehow I did it. Somehow I did a suicide scene. o___o;; I have nothing to say here at the moment. Just that THIS CHAPTER WAS TOO SHORT TOO ASFJASHFKJASH. ... Chris is so not dead. I'll make it that he isn't! :D! Too bad -some- Sonic X fans out there would prefer him dead... o__o