Stormy emotions
Makas P.O.V.
The sun was setting, bathing Death City in its mocking light. I sighed, leaning on the balcony of the DWMA. I could see Black*Star and Tsubaki walking down the large staircase, Black*Star yell about how great he is. Kid, Liz, and Patty were walking behind them in perfect symmetry, Patty laughing about something. Soul was standing at the top of the stairs, looking around. I shrunk back into the shadows, blocking him from my view. I sat down on the cobblestones, feeling the cold leech into my cloths. I could hear Soul calling for me. I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes.
"Maka." He wasn't calling for me. He found me.
"Go away, Soul." I said, not opening my eyes. I heard him take a step, and then suddenly the ground disappeared from under me. My eyes flew open.
"Soul! Put me down!" I yelled, punching him in the chest. I scrambled for my bag, looking for a book, but it was on his back, out of my reach.
"No, Maka. You're going to your dads house. You've gone every weekend. You're not ditching again." He said, walking me over to Deaths office. I didn't say anything, instead childishly turning my head away.
"MAAAAAAKKKKKKKAAAAA!" My father yelled, running up to us.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER SOUL!" He yelled again, wrenching me from Souls arms. I slipped to the ground, landing on my feet. I snatched my bag from Soul, grabbing my book out of it.
"Makaaaaa-" I said. Soul ducked. I slammed my book into my fathers head, making him crumble to the ground. I hefted the book a little. I lifted it again, turning towards Soul.
"Makaa-Chop!" I yelled, hitting him in the head.
"Ow! Maka! Seriously, not cool." He muttered, rubbing his head. I pushed my book back into my bad, and stalked out of the room.
I pressed my pillow to my ear, still unable to block out the noise of my drunk father and his new 'girlfriend'. I sat up, wishing I was anywhere but here, and walked over to the desk. On the top of the desk was a picture of me, my dad, and my mom on our last vacation as a family. I was 11 years old. 4 years ago. I turned around quickly. I was really crying now. I grabbed my cloths, stuffing them into my bag hurriedly. I looked once at the door, wiped my eyes, and walked over to the window. I opened the window, looked down. I was only 5 stories up. I've fallen from higher places. But I always had Soul with me. I've never been the one to land on my feet. But I had to get out of here. So, I held my breath, and jumped. The ground rushed up to me. I twisted on the last second, rolling on the landing. I got scraped up a bit, I noticed, but otherwise I was fine. I stood up, dusting myself off. I picked up my bag and started walking. I reached home, and saw light spilling across the street. I looked up into Souls room, and saw him sitting on his bed, playing his guitar. I smiled slightly. I shifted my weight, changing my view to the room. There was a girl there, smiling, sitting in Souls chair. My smile vanished. Soul missed a cord, messing up the song. She laughed, walking over to him. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She turned. Their lips met. The guitar fell down. I ran. Tears were tumbling out of my eyes at free will now. This is so stupid, Maka, a voice said in my mind. I didn't stop running.