This would be my first story sooooooooo go easy on me, K? I don't own soul eater or any of its characters too. The rating is T, might change if requested a lot. Okay and GO!
PROLOGUE*********
Silent. A word that is short and quick, a word that can hold inspirational meaning or have an in depth definition; however, for the Evans family, this word only brought feelings of remorse and regret.
The soft and steady beep of the machine not only comforted them, but also gave them immense feelings of trepidation. The beep was what kept their little-well not so much anymore-son alive and well. His lifeless pale body would've been mistaken for as nonliving if it weren't for the steady beat of the monitor.
The walls. They were painted an eerie white, a color so prestige that feelings of discomfort washed over you as soon as you entered. The room was strangely clean, too clean. It was almost as if they weren't even existent.
At the center of the haunted room was a bed. The bed being the carrier for the seemingly lifeless pale body. The body that forever belongs to the one referred to as: Soul Eater Evans. A boy who desperately needs a heart transfer, a boy who only has one year left before the plug is pulled.
OKAY! So there's the prologue! Should I continue? Eh…. Help?