"Shaye," asked the little orange fox one day, "I have a question. What was your life before the FST like?"
Shaye bit her lip. She had only told one or two people this story, it hurt her a little to talk about it.
"I know your dad is Blinx. That's how Rachel is connected to the black emerald," Tails said, his voice soft.
Shaye sighed and leaned back into the cough.
"When I was young, I could remember one thing- my dad was never home, and my mom wasn't really too sure about me. She knew about my mind power and put it to work right away, pushing me to do better in everything. I kept my mouth shut and did as she said.
Even into kindergarten, she had ignored the fact that I was going to be harassed by the other kids. I was constantly called teacher's pet, even though I knew I made even the teacher uncomfortable. People pulled on my tails and poked me and jabbed me with pencils. Even the teacher was flustered when I showed her how I could whirl my tails like a little helicoptor and fly around the playground.
Eventually I broke down and built a little retreat into myself. I became a ghost in an empty shell, so to speak. I acted like myself but I put no heart into it.
When I met Rachel, it was like having prayers answered. Someone who was also dejected by the crowd. She accepted me for who I was. We had each other's backs even when they were against the wall.
I continued to follow my mother's orders about pressing myself to do better in everything. Math, reading, science, language- piling it up until finally I couldn't stand it.
People's harassing began to escalate. I came home from school with cuts on my arms some days from kids clawing at me for supposed fun. My mom didn't pay much attention. When I complained about it, she gave me either the 'Life's not fair' speech or the 'Get over it and grow up' look. Something had shifted in her and she thought I was old enough to take care of myself.
I had had enough at around the age of twelve. Being mistreated just wasn't working, and the retreat I had built was broken. I gathered my things and I had planned on running away.
However, Rachel convinced me to bring her along too, seeing as I probably couldn't make it out there all alone. I took my most up-to-date robot project and we went in search of the green Chaos Emerald. At that time, it had been charged to such an extent that it had developed a personality of its own, and it called itself the Genie Emerald, and promised 3 wishes to whoever found it. We found it and built the Edge.
We continued sneaking to school everyday,making it look like we still lead normal lives. I will admit, I never saw any fear on her face whenever she told the teacher a flat-out lie about where her parents were. it made me sick to the stomach to have to lie to a teacher like that. "
"Later on, we learned that the black emerald and I were connected, and about some of the powers it contained. Even later on, we realized that I could connect to Rachel with it. Also, I met a hedgehog called Rage who actually knew me in my previous life, when I was called Katana.
I tried running from the Edge once, when Rachel had driven me up the wall with her whole 'why the crap do you try to build those things' speech. I met up with a guy named Ronin and he let me chill at his house for a while.
Oh dang, after the first few months or so of living outside of my old life like that I felt normal again. Then somebody called. It was my mom.
She was fuming mad, she was yelling at me and screaming. By the way her voice slurred, I assumed she was drunk when she'd heard the news. I told her never to call back again."
"So you cut off all connections to your parents whatsoever?" Tails asked.
"Yeah. they didn't appreciate my talent so I took it elsewhere."
"That's terrible." Pity lined the edges of his voice.
"SO? Having your parents DIE is worse! I don't want the pity!" Shaye said.
~*~This is what I came up with. i might edit this later. Thank you. To add details or submit ideas, message me, or if you are RED, and i got something wrong, let me know. I've gotta correct it. ~*~
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