Chapter 1

"You-stupid-little-bitch!" Spirit Albarn grabbed Maka, his daughter, by the hair and slammed her face first against the wall. Maka was powerless to stop her fragile frame being thrown through the door of her bedroom and landing face first on the grimy carpet. It was the last week of the school holidays and Maka thought that'd be a good time to relax and escape the endless abuse from her father. But he'd been given time off due to an "injury" and now she had spent the last week mopping up her alcoholic father's vomit and mess. Maka suffered another kick to the side and fell to the ground, finally the beating stopped and her father unsteadily made his way back to his liqour bottle.

Maka's room was small and dingy, the carpet was stained by all kinds of things and there was a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling with no lamp shade to alleviate the harsh glow. Slowly the victimised girl pulled herself up onto her bed, wincing from the pain of the injuries, her breathing was shallow and panicked and a blinding headache was pulsing behind her eyes. Maka rolled back her sleeve and looked down at her pale arm. All up and down it were deep red gashes, some of them were half healed and scabbing over, without taking her eyes off her arm she reached behind her and pulled a small but sharp knife from the bottom of her pillow. Carefully she picked a place and pressed down then dragged it horizontally along her arm, where the blade had passed over a long red line followed it and within seconds ruby red blood was flowing out of the cut. Maka repeated this several times and when Maka finished her arm was dribbling onto a blood stained towel. Eventually the bleeding slowed and Maka wiped the dried blood with a baby wipe

"That'll do for today," She whispered and wiped the blade. The abuse had been going on since she was thirteen, a few days after her mother stated she no longer wanted anything to do with her husband or daughter and left. Spirit had gone to one of the local bars and had returned to see Maka looking through their old photo albums, he'd snatched it out of her hands and slapped her straight across the face, she'd cried for hours after. But now her tears were dried up and the only thing she felt towards her father, mother ad pretty much everyone else was cold hatred. The self harming had started six months after e started coming home drunk as a skunk and beating her, after being lifted up by her throat and thrown across the room Maka had waited for her father to fall asleep shortly after and snuck a small knife from the kitchen into her room. Within a hour her arm was lined red and her pain was gone.

"MAKA GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE!" Spirit roared, Maka pulled her sleeve down and hid her equipment, without the fear she used to walk with Maka faced her father who was seated in his usual spot, on top of an old reclining chair with a bottle in his hand.

"Yes Daddy," Maka mocked, this was all she dared say when she caught sight of her Dad's eyes widening in outrage.

"Maka me something to eat!"

"Of course." After digging through the fridge and finding a box of fish fingers, with the confidence of someone who had cooked food for a lazy drunk before she made a fish finger sandwich and presented it to her father. He slapped it to the other side of the room after taking one look at it.

"Where's the fucking ketchup?!" He snarled "Make another," Maka bit her tongue and made another, this time Spirit was satisfied

"Go to your room you're not having dinner after the hassle you've caused me today," Maka walked back to her room and shut the door, the "trouble" was the fact she'd refused to get changed for sports at school, the shirt she had was short sleeved and the last thing Maka wanted was for the bullying twins, Pattty and Liz to see her cuts. The teacher, Sid, had given her a detention the second time she'd refused and finally he had called Spirit in for a meeting to discuss it. But the one thing that had stopped Maka from jumping from a bridge or cutting her vein out was her boyfriend, Death the Kid, at first when he'd asked her out Maka had refused outright and refused to speak to him, but then she relented. The pair had been going out of a few weeks which had shocked Maka, he'd defended her from Liz and Patty's bullying and had been one of the only people that was good to her. Thinking of Kid made Maka smile as she curled up into a ball and fell into a restless sleep filled with nightmares.

Kid sat back on his bed attempting to get into some kind of manga when a message from Liz came through his phone.

Liz: Kid, r u ready to see the look on tiny-tits face ;'D

Kid: Hell yeah I am XD

Liz: How could someone be so stupid?!

Kid: Ikr!

Liz: Fancy doing something naughty ;)

Kid: Like what?

Liz: Send me a picture

Kid put two and two together

Kid: You first ;)

Liz: Fine

And a picture popped on his screen. Kid grinned at the sext, he pulled his jeans down and took the photo which he sent off to her

Liz: I can't wait for you to dump that stupid nerd

Kid:Me neither, she's so clingy and so desperate

Liz: O well, soon you'll be free!

Kid: Look, I need to get ready for tomorrow see you l8r

Liz: K bye

Kid rolled his eyes at the text and started to sort himself out with his mind full of apprehension for what he was soon to do.

A loud thump caused Maka to snap awake, her body was stinging all over and it was morning she was also starving and went into the kitchen to make something to eat, the time on the oven said it was ten o' clock in the morning. With a sigh of relief Maka knew her father would even be down Chupacabra's fucking some filthy slut. Maka cleaned up the empty beer bottles scattered around her Dad's chair, Maka caught sight of her face in a spoon and dropped it in horror. The entire right side of her face was purple, miraculously her eye had been saved from the beating. She felt vomit rising up in her throat, he was a monster in the skin of a man she used to love and trust, now Maka didn't want anything to do with him. After filling herself Maka cleaned up her Dad's room, kitchen and the living room. When the aparment was cleaned the best the she could make it with, with it's windows that were tinged green and it's peeling wallpaper. It was a miracle that the shit-hole hadn't been demolished to be replaced by a building that was actually worth it's place in society.

When he father returned later in the evning he was too drunk to care about Maka, so after hastily making dinner for him she scuttled off to her room for some quiet. She sat there reading her book and thought about her boyfriend kid, she was still fairly confused. Kid was part of the cool kid group who disliked her and treated her badly but one day he approached her and made some long winded speech about how he's always had a crush on her and how he admired her brains and Maka accepted it without giving another thought. Maka decided she'd best get some sleep and tried not to sleep on the bruised side of her face.

*Back to school*

The front of the DWMA was filled with students, Maka was a meister so she needed to find a weapon who'd partner with her. So far she'd had no luck. Then Maka saw Kid with his group and waved at him, Kid waved back at her and gestured her over, Maka embraced him

"Hey Kid," She grinned

"Hiya Maka," Kid smiled "Enjoy your time off?"

"Yeah thanks," She beamed "What about you?"

"It was fine," Maka pretented not to notice Liz pretending to be her.

"Anyways I'd best get going," Maka ran off

"Kid you better dump her soon!" Liz growled

"Oh I will," He replied with a twisted grin "Tell everyone to be near us at break,"

The bell rung for break and Maka left the class hand in hand with Kid, everyone was following them to which Maka remained completely oblivious.

"Maka..." Kid spun her around and everyone stopped

"Yeah Kid," Maka looked at the others, Kid disengaged his hand and stepped back

Oh no..." Maka's eyes filled with tears when she realised what was going on

"I'm..." Kid began but Liz cut in

"Why would he want to stay with you anyways?" Liz sneered "You're a no it all and you have no tits." She interlocked her arms with Kid's.

"Kid..." Tears fell for the first time in a long time, everyone started to laugh and soon all she could hear was the sound of laughter, Maka shoved through the people and sprinted out of the school as fast as she could. She had been played and Maka had never even realised it, she reached her home and entered quietly. From her father's room she could hear disturbing noises which were both male and female. Maka shut her bedroom door and broke down, then she dived across to her bed and grabbed the knife from under her pillow. With reckless abandon she slashed at her left arm until it was completely red. Not even caring that she'd hacked through her school uniform or that her bed was coated in her blood. The only thing on her mind was ending it, she looked at her stinging arm and chucked the knife down the side of the bed. Maka couldn't find any rope but she didn't want to die in pain when a thought hit her, she covered herself with a jumper because she didn't want someone stopping her. Maka sprinted from the apartment, not caring if her father could hear her or not and headed for the bridge she reached it quickly, she gripped the railing, she hauled herself and stood on the outside gripping onto the rails. Then she let go...

A/N: This is a result of my bad experiences in the pas year, excluding the falling in love part, so enjoy but don't flame or I'll set my pug Winston on you! Ciao~

Winston: *Snort*