This chapter's song is - Headphones by Britt Nicole
Don't own anything! Everything goes to their rightful owners!
Italicized is the lyrics~!
Pocket Dimension time!
~Soul Eater~
She gave it her best, she tried to fit in
She tried to be cool, but she never could win
Her mom says she's great, the kids think she's weird
Honestly she wished she could disappear
The door slammed shut inside the house. A girl with ashe-blonde pigtailed hair and emerald green eyes walked in. She slumped down into a chair next to a table in the kitchen, exhausted. She put her arms on the table, and rested her cheek on it, trying to forget everything that had taken place that day. Her hands clenched once her eyes watered as she forced herself to stay strong and not bawl out. Footsteps clicked against the ground, welcoming the presence of the girl's mother. The woman's sigh was obvious. She could see how hard her daughter was trying and she was obviously here every time she came home with failure as the result. She rubbed her daughter's back and walked to the kitchen counter, preparing coffee.
Why you try, try to be like the rest of them
When you know there's so much more within?
There's only one you
Here's what you gotta do
Whoa whoa
The woman glanced at her daughter once more, giving in a final sigh, and leaving her coffee be as she sat down next to her. The girl's eyes flicked to her mother, and once knowing it was her, flicked back to the wall she was staring at continuously.
"Sweetie, listen. It's hard. I get it, but you shouldn't let it get to you. If they don't like you, that doesn't matter..", the woman started off.
Some sniffles were heard with a answer of, "No matter what I do. No matter how much I try to be like them, they still don't like me. I don't know what to do anymore mama. I don't want to deal with being alone like this forever.."
Her mother tried to calmly shush her, soothing her with that special mother's tone. She was leaned over and rubbing circles on her daughter's back, shaking her head.
"Why should you be like them? If they don't like you for you, what makes them special in the first place? Besides, there's so much more in you than you think or they realize. You'll always be more amazing than they ever will."
The teenager rolled her eyes, little pools threatening to fall any minute.
"You're just saying that because I'm your daughter. If you were anybody else I doubt you would be saying the same thing right now."
"I'm saying this because there's only one you. Every person on this planet is special in their own way, and that includes you, because there's only one person just like us and that is us. Do you understand?"
The girl didn't have time to answer as the woman stood up from her seat, and walked over to just finished coffee. She picked it up and walked off, exiting, and going into another room, giving her daughter some time to think and some space.
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones (X2)
The girl saw out of the corner of her eye, her pair of earphones that she always had. Her useless papa got them for her 2 years ago. She's always used them. Well, until school started again. She's been too focused on fitting in and being like normal people to listen to any music lately. The plug in for her iPod was in. It was probably charged since she never used it either. Hesitantly, she slid her arm over the slick, shiny, table and grabbed the cold object with the rubbery edges for earphones. It felt smooth against her skin, relaxing her the very moment it reached her ears. Her fingers grazed and pushed against the buttons, turning it on and playing one of her favorite tracks. Immediately she fell into another world, much better than the one that was causing her so much pain and loneliness. The music echoed in her ears, more pleasant than the echoes she always heard from the people talking rumors behind her back, having no time or guts to say it to her face.
She scanned the room. The girl was sure her mother wouldn't worry too much if she left for a while. Just a small walk. Not too much.. And if she did, she would bring her phone, just in case. Seemed simple enough. Her chair made a rough gliding sound as it moved noisily against the ground, proving she was making movement at all from her previous statue like position. She stuffed one hand into her pocket, holding both her phone and iPod, while the other touched the cool surface of the doorknob, taking her chance to leave, and escape to the world she's wanted since the beginning. The light shined behind her as she left, and even once halfway out the door, the light took over showing nothing left. The door slowly shut behind her.
He gets in his car, he falls apart
It came to an end and now it's breaking his heart
He wants to give up, wants to try again
Honestly, he doesn't know what he's feeling
Hey, you might not see it with your eyes, but keep your head up to the sky
Another teenager, a boy this time, passed through the park, practically dragging himself across, and into the car. He sat in the front seat behind the wheel, but didn't bother turning it on or driving it whatsoever. He sat there and ran his hand through his white hair that spiked in some directions. His eyes opened, a deep shade of red, his tan skinned, cheeks puffing out from stress. His heart didn't pound. He couldn't hear it. It was so dull. Almost as if it never existed. Well, it definitely should've been gone. Or perhaps, destroyed. His best friend told him not too worry about it. Then again, what would his best friend know? He's never been in a relationship. All he could ever do was shout he was the star or watch all googly eyed at that longed tied hair girl during class. Tsubasa? Tsukasa? Oh, Tsubaki. That was her name. What was Black Star thinking anyway? The boy sighed. 2 years. He was in this relationship with this girl for 2 years. She broke it off today. He shook his head. He loved her.. She just.. He couldn't blame her either. He cared for her still. There wasn't much he could do to her but forgive her and move on, hoping she lived a happy life in the future. That tiniest of flames in him, that last spark of hope, wishing she would come back. He should've known better though. Broken relationships mostly never work like that. Still though, he could dream.
The boy made a gruff sound which was supposed to be a laugh, but he felt too weak to do anything and it came out like that instead.
He recalled how his friend said, "Keep looking up towards the sky, you might not see it, but keep looking up.".
Just what the heck was that supposed to mean? Look on the brightside? There was no bright side to this. He loved the girl, and he was sure before the point she had broken it off, she had loved him as well. They fought a lot, but what couple doesn't go through that? That was the last time he ever asked advice from him ever again.
The sun is coming through
Here's what you gotta do
Whoa Whoa
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones (X2)
The boy straightened himself up in his seat, ready to start the car or go wherever he thought was at least somewhat pleasant for him right now, till he caught eye of some headphones. His head direction slided, facing the Beats headphones. His hand slowly reached out toward them but he glided a few inches backward. He traced the plug in with his eyes to his phone. Well.. He supposed he could listen to his playlist for a while.. Nothing wrong with that, right? I mean, since his girlfriend was gone, he wouldn't have to put it away anymore. He sighed at the reminder of her. He picked up the headphones and slid them onto his head, pressing play to his music. His lips twitched at the end, making him feel so much more better than he had all day. He pushed the car down open, slammed it behind himself and walked off through the park he parked his car next to. He pushed himself down the path with trees on the side, glimmering the sky with bright greens and blues of the clouds.
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
It's alright, no, it's not over
Love is here, it came to dry up all your tears
Oh, can you feel it
Gotta believe it, gotta see it
By your side in the middle of the night
So keep your head up high and the dust off your shoulders
It's alright, no it's not over
The girl almost felt like skipping, to just leave and pretend she was in a music video where everything was perfect. Where she finally wasn't alone. Still, she felt fulfilled enough, and she wasn't going to be selfish. She had her headphones and music there beside her. Now that she thought about it. She always had it. It never left her. It never judged her. It was the one thing she could actually be herself with. The one thing she would love and love her back. Her pigtails flopped as she gained a bounce in her step, making her feel as if the sun was shining on her at the moment. She was so glad nobody was at the park today. It was strange. Such a beautiful day, yet no one visited? I guess that's what having friends does to you. So wrapped up in catching up with them that you can't catch up with what's happening in the world around you. Such a shame. Perhaps.. Just maybe.. The girl didn't need any friends.. But hey, she couldn't make choices like that until she had actually gained some friends and tested her theory out for herself. She swerved off the concrete path and onto the grass where there was a nice patch of shade underneath the goliath tree, sprinkling some sunshine here and there. She laid herself down and relaxed under the calm demeanor, happy for once. She was done crying.
Whoa, whoa...
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
Coming through your headphones
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
Coming through your headphones
He walked around, not entirely focused on where he was going until he saw a body. A girl. She looked about his age. She was on the ground over in the shaded grass, about 12 feet ahead of him. She looked so relaxed and calm, almost like she was asleep, or maybe even dead. He noticed she had some small earphones in and he internally smiled. 'Adorable..'. He blinked, shocked, at his own thoughts. He didn't even know her! How cliche this situation was getting him. But no. He just got out of a relationship, he didn't need to be hurt again. The boy tried to move past her and keep walking. It didn't work. He just froze in his spot as he would about to go to far. He looked back at her. Cute little pigtails, shining in the light, laying freely in the grass. He felt tempted to run his fingers through it as if she were a little doll. He hesitated. He was getting too comfortable around a girl he never spoke to, not to mention, met. The boy sighed and gave up on fighting his urges and walked over to her. She didn't seem to take any notice of him as he walked by her. He paused slightly, letting him give himself any chances to run like hell from ruining himself like this. He sighed. Whatever. Let's just get it on with. He sat on the grass, and leaned against the tree, watching the girl. She took in slow but deep breaths, her mouth sometimes slightly parting. He smirked. This was the first time today he was in such a good mood, and this girl didn't even have to do much to cause it, and she would never know either. Well, until her eyes fluttered open, stabbing Cupid's Arrow into the boy's heart with her emerald eyes, swishing his mind into La La Land. She looked surprised to see him there next to her, and she sat up quickly by reflex, worried if anything bad would happen to her. He didn't do anything. She tried to stop being so tense and sat normally, cross legged, facing the boy. She tilted her head and watched him questioningly. Her eyes found a source of their own attention, openly staring at the boy's headphones. The boy laughed at her straightforwardness, finding it amusing and adorable. Of course, both having their ears practically plugged in, neither could hear the other, resulting in a very silent communication between one another.
Twinkle, twinkle in your eye
Listen to this lullaby
The sun is shining in the sky
I see love it's in your eyes
This ain't' the first time you felt like this
This ain't the first time, this ain't' the first time
This ain't the last time you'll feel like this
But it'll be fine
If you can just, smile
They both talked endlessly, even with their music still playing, but they didn't seem to notice or care. They enjoyed each other's company. Just having them there, was the cure to all their problems. The girl, her loneliness. The boy, his broken heart. Towards the end of their conversation, all they could do was smile. Big grins on their faces, like little children. They indeed felt childish, but it was alright for them. The boy took off his headphones first, giving a signature grin. Seeing this, the girl unplugged her earphones, setting them aside as well, excited to see just what he was planning. The boy held out his hand in her direction, red eyes twinkling in nervous dances and excitement.
"I'm Soul Eater.", he began.
The girl giggled quietly, smiled, and shook his hand.
"Maka. Maka Albarn."
She couldn't tell after that if he was smiling, grinning, or smirking. It just seemed to be a mix but he managed to plaster it onto his face, and asked her if she would like to go out some place sometime. Her face lit up, cheeks a shy pink, as she said yes.