Hello fellow readers, I hope you enjoy my very first chapter of 'Love Can Cure Scars'. Oh, and I do not, in any way, own Soul Eater. Chow.

The first time that I found out that Papa was cheating on Mama, I was about 13. I remember walking through the door and finding a half –naked woman walking out of our bathroom. She had dyed, purple hair and she was wearing a black bra and lacy black underwear. She looked at me happily like nothing was wrong and that she didn't just sleep with a married man. Mortified, I called for my father. "PAPA!?" He came running out of his and mama's bedroom. As he looked at me, all color drained from his face. The woman strolled over to him casually and put her hand on his chest, rubbing it slightly. I was starting to figure out what was going on.

"M-Maka….it's not what it looks like?" My father asked, although he already knew that it was exactly what it looked like. I just ran out the door, tears streaming down my face. How could he do that to mama? WHY would he do that to mama?

The next day I tried to tell mama but she just pretended as if she didn't hear me. Which, led me to believe that she already knew. After that, I realized how much they actually fought with each other. Each day, they would fight. It didn't matter if it was as simple as who got the remote or as big as who loved me more. I couldn't stand it. Each and every day was the same. Wake up. Go to school. Go back home. Find papa cheating again. Hear mama and papa fighting, again. Go to bed. Repeat the process all over again. Then, by the time I was 15, I had so many cuts on my arms that I couldn't count them anymore. And one day, my mom found out about them. I mean, I usually covered them up with long sleeves or bracelets but mama actually caught me in the act. As soon as she found out, her and papa agreed that I needed a shrink.

The shrink, not being much help, explained that I had a serious case of depression. I thought that she was being a little melodramatic but my parents didn't. Almost instantly, they took the shrink's advice and packed up my things. Now, I sit, 15 years old and going to a nut house. Well, an academy for children who need help. Also known as the troubled teens academy. I sigh, the world passing by in a total blur. "Oh come now Maka. This IS for your own good, you know. Your mother and I just want you safe, alright?" I sighed and muttered a small 'sure…' I heard him sigh in defeat. I sighed with him, upset that mama found out. Upset that I had to go to this nut house. Almost on cue, I heard mama say, " We're here~!" in her sweet sinsong voice.

"Yay~" I cheered sarcastically. Getting out of the car, I take a look at the building before me, it looks pretty cozy-worn down, yes - but cozy nothing less. It's pretty tall, about 4 stories or so. Then, before I know it, I'm ushered inside by a tall, scary stranger. He's wearing a white coat and has a scar that crosses under his left eye. You almost miss it because of his glasses, though. " Hello. I'm Dr. Stein and you might be?"

Unsure, I slowly answer him, "Maka. It's…nice to meet you." I never forget my manners. That was something that was jammed into my already full brain. Dr. Stein goes through introductions with mama and papa before turning back to me.

"I am one of the therapists here. There is one other one, Nygus. She is also the nurse. Though you might find it uncomfortable, I will be your therapist. I already looked at your file and I take all the depression cases. Right this way." He says as he guides us through the lobby area into a large hallway. "This is the first floor where all the 13 year olds stay. Each floor has its own cafeteria and gaming room, too. You are not to leave your floor, though. Do you understand this?" he asks me as we head into an elevator, he presses the button that says 3 on it. "Understand?" he repeats.

"Oh, um, yes. I understand, sir." I shift in the tense atmosphere. Standing awkwardly in the disturbing silence. I hear the ding of the elevator and assume we've arrived at my floor.

Confirming my thoughts, says, "This is your floor. 15 and 16 year olds live on this floor. There are 2 therapist rooms here. You will get the hang of this place sooner or later. You can request sleepovers and small parties if you like. Most people do. I will allow you to pick somebody of your choice if you like if not that is alright. Ahh, here we are. This is your room." He pointed to a plain white door. Before I could get my opinion in, interrupted me, "Almost all the doors here aren't white anymore. Here, we allow you to paint your doors. Let people get to know you a little. Paint out something bright and fun or sad and gloomy. Anything is fine with us, really. After you say goodbye to your parents and settle in a little bit we will be up here with some paint." He casually walks away, leaving me and my parents in an awkward silence. I start to walk into my room before my 'father' grabs my wrist, holding me back.

"We're sorry Maka. We both agreed on this, though. It's for the best."

"Maybe because that's the first time in a while since you've actually agreed with each other." I say bitterly. I hear mother sigh and tell papa to let me go. He sighs in defeat, letting go of my wrist. Without a word to either of them, I shut my door, softly and turn to my vacant room. The walls are a comforting grey; making me feel welcomed. There's a decent sized bed in the corner. There's no comforter on it but I brought my own. Slowly talking it out of my suitcase, I lay it out on my bed. There, it's already starting to feel like me. My black comforter compliments the walls nicely. There's a small little hallway that ends up leading to the bathroom. I set all my things down on the counter: brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, ect. I look in the mirror and let my hair down. My sandy blonde hair tumbles down my back and shoulders, contrasting with my black t-shirt. I look down at my arms and pull up my arm warmers a bit more; making sure my cuts are covered up.

I walk out of the bathroom and go to my closet. It's a walk- in and pretty big. After I put all my clothes up, I hear a knock on my door. I open it up to see a muscular man, a little bit taller than Stein. I take an involuntary step back and hear him say in a deep voice, "Here's your paint. All colors are here and everything. Here are the rules, though: No guns or knives. No nudity—which I doubt we will have to watch with you. Other than those things, you can basically paint whatever you want. Oh and my name is Sid." He sets the paint down and walks off before I can even get a word in. I decided painting my door black for the back-round and have a beat up heart with scratches all over it in the middle for the center piece. I paint a drop of blood in crimson red falling into a sea of red blood. At the bottom of my door, I right my name in black paint. Satisfied with my work, I step into my new room. Scratch that, I step into my new home.

Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of 'Love Can Cure Scars'! Yes, I didn't mention Soul, Tsubaki, Patty, Liz, Death, or Blackstar yet, but I swear their there. Anyways, I may not be able to update for the next 2 days because I have to go to my dad's place. So I will try very hard to write another chapter very soon. And for those of you who follow my work, I promise you guys I will stick with this story. Plus, I absolutely adore Maka and Soul! I mean, I just LOVE their characters! So, I hope to see you guys in 2 to 3 days with a new update ready to go. Bye my people.

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