My suicidal life as a weapon

by uhuyggygyogguug

Alexandra can transform into a badass bow that her mister Rebecca uses in their hunt to gather souls. The only thing standing in the way of full power is that Alexandra is suicidal, and very depressed. when her partner starts noticing and becoming very concerned things start to affect their friendship. When they can't soul resonant things reach a desperate stage of needing help.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

As she skips down the yellow staircase into the corridor, the crowd slyly leeks the sickening feeling of depression that hides deep inside of everyone. In some, it lied even deeper. Her enthusiastic smile of hope, happiness, and love, drifts away motivated to stay, only by the relief of those leaving the deadly hallway of tears, cutting, and suicide. Her body stiffens as her eyes drift over the darkened look of others with their blood on their hands. The crowd engulfs her, drawing out the fear and horror from deep inside her. Her perfect soul stiffens becoming just putty in depressions hands. She becomes just a body in the crowd.

If only that was all.

Chapter one

"Alexandra!"

I blink, and see though the bright light and disorientated shapes, my mister stood over me. I must have slept in again. I was having that desperately depressing dream again. I made a mental note to go talk to a professor about it.

"Come on, we're going to be late!"

Her voice sounded hurried, and hasty.

"Rebecca, we'll be fine"

If only that got me a bit more sleep like it usually does. Instead Rebecca grabbed my wrists. I tried not to flinch, when she turned them up right to get a better grip. I had hoped she would not see them. But by the look on her face she did.

"Alex" Rebecca's voice was barely a whisper.

"Alex." She sounded close to crying. I had to say something before she figured out what it meant, and told a professor or worse, Death him self.

"I…. My bed still has that sharp edge and keeps cutting me." I hope my voice stayed stable well I way saying that.

"Alex…" It seemed like she was going to say more but was cut off by something else. "Just… lets go we're going to be late." Knowing I got off easy, and wont be bombarded by questions, I stumbled out of bed and walked over to my closet. Looking at the outfit I usually wear, I see how much my life is like an anime, everyone hanging out which the same people every day, in the same place, always wearing the same outfit everyday with the same hair, the same makeup. I reach into the back of my closet to find that new pink shirt with the pocket less jeans. Instead of putting on the purple eye shadow like I usually do, I made my eyes pop with a golden winged eyeliner, with silver eye shadow. Looking into my reflection I saw a totally different person. Finally my reflection shows who I am inside, at lest that's what I though. I didn't mean for this to happen, I just... I just wanted to be different. Apart from the crowd. No longer just a body, one of many. Different. My own person.