A girl's life can be changed by one tragedy…

A girl's life can be put back together by one boy…

A girl's life can be taken away by one accident…

~フェイス~

I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my thighs to hold them there. The pillow lying on my bed in front of me was soaking wet from my tears that wouldn't stop falling from my cheeks. I looked up out of my window, at the dark sky with the bright smiling moon shinning right in the centre. It had been thirteen days since my mother had been reported missing, and it had been seven days since everyone just stopped looking for her. I still hear her voice at night, singing to me, making the bad dreams go away. But since she's not been here, the dreams come back as if they know she's not here to protect me. I slowly bowed my head down into my folded arms and once again I let the tears fall down my face and splash onto my wrists.

"Maka…?" My dad asked knocking on my bedroom door "Maka, are you in there?"

I sniffed "Leave me alone"

"You can't hide in your room forever" He sighed "Dinners ready if you want any"

"I said leave me alone!" I snapped grabbing hold of my wet pillow and throwing it at the door.

It hit the door making a silent thump and then fell and hit my bedroom carpet, making no sound whatsoever. On the other side of the door I heard my fathers footsteps walking away back down the stairs.

I sighed trying to hold back the tears, but I knew I couldn't. I balanced my forehead on my knees and starred down into my stomach. I closed my eyes again and tried to focus on every sound around me, I could hear the sound of my heartbeat thumping in my chest, the sound of the owls cooing from the treetops outside, the sound of the leaves hitting against my window trying to break through the glass. But there was something else, some other sound besides all those things. Water… I could hear the sound of water dripping, but I didn't know where it was coming from. I opened my eyes and looked over to the bathroom, the door was closed and I hadn't been in there at all to set the water off. I stood up and walked over to the door and stood outside it for several minutes to see if I could still hear the sound.

Drip…

I placed my hand on the handle, it was freezing cold. I jerked my hand away and grabbed hold of my wrist, chills were sent up and back down my arm. It was so cold. I placed my hand on it again and despite the cold I slowly started to turn it. The door wouldn't open, it was locked, someone was in there.

"Hey, open up" I banged on the door with my fist.

The door was freezing cold too. Suddenly I started to feel something cold moving around my feet. I looked down. Water, water was coming out from underneath the bathroom door and resting around my ankles. I stepped back and the water continued to come towards me, I kept walking back until I couldn't walk anymore. The water moved towards me from across my room, drowning every thing in its path. I moved over to my door and started to pull on the handle dying for it to open.

"Dad!" I screamed "Dad, help!"

He didn't answer me, it was like I was the only one in the whole house. The only sound was the splashing of the water as I moved around trying to get the door to open. I span around and ran towards the window above my bed, I climbed up on the mattress and pulled on the latch of the window, again it wouldn't open.

"Open!" I yelled banging on the window "Please somebody help me!"
Threw my palms on the glass and quietly cried holding my forehead against the window just between my palms. My hands slid down the glass leaving wet marks from the water. I turned around to face the drowning sensation of my room and crossed my legs watching the water close in on me taking me with everything else.

My eyes flashed open. Light poured into my room from the open curtains, the dark sky had turned to light blue and the moon was replaced by the sun. The water was gone but I still felt wet, I placed the palm of my hand to my forehead and wiped away the sweat that had once again appeared because of the terror of my dream. This was the fifth time I had the same dream since mum went missing.

I sat up onto my knees and turned to face the dream catcher hanging from the wall behind my bed. I cupped it in my hands "Why aren't you working?"

I dropped it and let it hit against my wall as I climbed out of bed. I grabbed a towel from my bathroom and padded it at my face trying to get rid of the sweat that I was drowning in. I turned on the tap and cupped my hands underneath the running water to splash over my face. I dabbed my face dry and then walked back into my bedroom. My bed was wet from where I had been crazily sweating.

'No wonder why the water seemed so real'

The stench of sweat filled my nostrils as I moved towards my bed.

"I seriously need to clean that. Again" I sighed.

I picked up my pillow and duvet and threw it out on the landing to clean it later. I walked back into my bathroom and over to my shower, I reached in and turned on the taps, letting water fall and drip on me. After I got unchanged I stepped inside the shower and slid the door shut behind me. The water hit me in the face as I tilted my head back, forcing my hair behind my shoulders, I continuously combed my fingers through my hair, making my hair wetter with my we skin. I closed my eyes and images started to fill my mind.

"Maka, darling" My mum sighed "Can you please put your books away?"

"Yes mummy" I said jumping up off of the sofa.

I took hold of a book in my hand and put it under my arm while I picked up another. I grabbed my fingers round the pages causing the sharp edges to dig into my fingers.

"Ow!" I yelped dropping the books on the floor "Paper cut"

"Here, honey, give me your finger" She took hold of my bloody finger in her hand "Naoru!"

I remember watching the cut on my finger fade away just after mum said a simple word. And it wasn't the only time she had done. I would walk into the kitchen and she would be cutting up lettuce and miss and almost slice the top of her finger off.

"Naoru…"

She would say the word while breathing on her finger and then the cut would disappear, that's one of the things I remember about my mother, just one of the things.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps brought me back to reality, I opened my eyes and water splashed into them. I reached over and twisted the shower tap round until it was off. I stood there freezing cold waiting for the footsteps again. The sound of feet filled my ears again, they were coming from my bedroom.

"Dad…?" I questioned sliding the shower door open.

No one answered me, they just kept walking around in my room making more noise than ever. I reached out of the shower and grabbed my towel from the hanger and threw it round me. I stepped out just as a loud hit the wall in front of me.

"Dad!" I yelled "If that's you it's not funny!"

There was silence, the sound had disappeared. I opened the bathroom door slightly and peered through the tiny gap, the room was empty. I opened the door fully and stepped into my bedroom, I grasped onto the towel, keeping it up round me so it wouldn't fall down. My bedroom door was left open, was that me from when I threw my duvet and pillow onto the landing, but I remember closing the door after. I turned my head around the room to see what could have made that loud bang, but nothing had fallen over, nothing could have made that noise. My eyes came across a little piece of paper on my bed side table, I walked over and picked it up reading the words that had been written down.

Maka,

Gone shops were out of milk,

there's bread and butter

if you want toast.

See you later,

Dad x

I smiled in relief as I put the note back down on the dresser. I was probably just my dad making all that noise, the note wasn't there when I woke up.

Suddenly a loud slam came from behind me, I span around full alert. There was a large sticky lump in the back of my throat because of what my eyes notice.

The door was closed…

~トラスト~

"Seriously" Black*star rose an eyebrow at me "There was someone in your room"

I nodded my head closing my eyes "Or something"

"Or you sure it wasn't one of your crazy dreams again?" Liz turned to face me "They have been becoming a lot more realistic lately"

"No it wasn't, I remember everything all too clearly" I bit my lower lip trying to remember "I was in the shower and something was banging around in my room. At first I thought it was my dad messing around, trying to scare me but when I called out his name he didn't say anything"

"And your dad wouldn't be acting all stupid after something serious has just happened…" Tsubaki paused, she knew I knew what she was trying to say so she stopped.

'Since my mum disappeared'

"Exactly" I sighed "And here's the freaky part. After I finished my shower I went back into my room, nobody was in there and nothing had fallen over to make the loud noises, my room was completely empty, and while my back was turned my door slammed shut"

Soul chuckled "Sounds like something out of a horror movie"

"I'm serious!" I exclaimed.

"Maka. You're crazy, you've been having crazy nightmares ever since your mum left, you're over exaggerating" Black*star said trying to make it sound more dramatic than it was.

"Yeah, it was probably your dad" Patty smiled lightly punching my shoulder "Nothing to worry about"

I hissed through my teeth "My dad would never do something like that if he was getting over the loss of my mum. That's just sick" I stood up and stormed away from them, walking to my class.

For the whole hour of professor Stein's dissection I sat there chewing the end of my pencil thinking about what happened this morning.

'It couldn't have been my dad, he was out, well he most defiantly didn't slam my door shut'

I let out at deep sigh as I moved the pencil away from my mouth and placed it on the desk in front of me.

'I really don't want to go home tonight'