This is an AU songfic based on Kagamine Rin's song 'Abstract Nonsense.' its one of my favourite songs ever, it is a sad fic and rated T.
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Maka was sitting in her classroom when she heard people around her talking.
"She is death scythe's daughter, isn't she? Do you think she is a whore just like her father?" one girl whispered cruelly to her friend.
"no guy would even touch her she is so flat and a complete book worm. I bet she has to beg guys to even look her way." The other whispered back.
"She never shows any emotions. She's like a monochrome puppet." The girl whispered back
"But she'll do anything Lord Death asks, like he is her master or something." She laughed cruelly.
They were at it again. Maka could feel the words having an effect on her she slouched down onto her desk as if to try and hide from their cruel words.
Inconsiderate assumptions make everything below my brain crumble
Future plans sung from lead, a controversial fantasy
Opening my ears, I hear their talk. That girl is really a monochrome puppet
Her master controls her heart, a variable symphony
"She's not worth anything she should just go die!" the girls laughed at that.
"What is she even living for anyway? She doesn't even have any friends." the girl giggled back.
Ah, put a price tag on me
Ah, make me repeat a year of life, rounding to the nearest half
'Not true. I do.' She thought as she thought about the friends she had met online. Soul, Black*star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty and Kid. They were great friends who she hung out with sometimes but they all lived very far away from her so she didn't get to see them that much, however they had arranged to meet up this afternoon.
"Yeah even if she did they would only hang out with her cause of her family." The girl laughed making Maka slump again. She tried to ignore them for the rest of the study period, but there words were deafening and cut her like knives.
This is useless, I want it to stop, I put my face out of the window
This is boring, I'm tired of it, but I don't have the courage to die
This is useless, I want it to stop, I'm injecting my wrist
This is boring, I'm tired of it, I eat the cake and take a deep breath
When lunch time came around most people went outside to go and eat their lunch, but Maka stayed. Everyone was so cruel why would no one help her, she wanted it to stop she was tired and bored of this but it was useless no one would help her. She leaned out the window as she thought about her life, what was it worth? if she died right there and right now who would remember her last good bye? Not her man-whore father, he was hardly ever home anyway, not her classmates and her friends would be sad but they would get over it. What is she just injected her wrist right here? or simply fell out the window? would anyone try and stop her?
He and everyone else is hanging, their screws are never tight enough
Living double lives, a friendship factory
Raising my antenna, I hear their talk. That girl is also a media monkey
A fraudulent way of business with a shrill voice, a dustily of existence
'Why am I even here?' She thought getting up to go to the toilet?
Ah, come here too
Ah, how many have I killed, rounding up to the nearest half
how many times is it now she has tried to do it? To kill herself? It'd be easier to figure out if she just rounded up to the nearest half. But she could never do it, she was just couldn't do it.
As she walked out of the classroom the girl surrounded her again. Today again they dragged her into the toilets to beat her.
"Just stay still! You worthless pile of trash!" the girl yelled at her.
This is useless, I want it to stop, aiming my knife for the chest
This is boring, I'm tired of it, but I'm not prepared to suffer
This is useless, I want it to stop, even my head is soaked
This is boring, I'm tired of it, but I'm only thinking that
she is so sick of this, she's tried a knife, a razor, a gun ,drowning herself, over dosing, falling, hanging. Her survival instinct always kicks in making her miss her artery, not letting her take the final step or not letting her take the final pill or pull that damn trigger.
Liz and Patty had taught her how to handle a gun, she could shoot with the best of them, but not herself. it has become almost soothing to feel the cool metal at her temple and to hear the missed shot when her hand moved itself so she shot a wall if it even let her pull the trigger at all.
She must have a guardian angel for all the times she has had to take her life. Could someone tell him to but the fuck out!?
Ah, crawling like a beggar
Ah, that's proof that you're done, rounding up to the nearest half
She is on the floor as they kick her, bruising her ribs and shouting cruel words at her. She is on the floor like a beggar, but she knew it would be over soon.
This is useless, I want it to stop, I fly out onto the highway
This is boring, I'm tired of it, I'll stop halfway
After they are done Maka just lays there on the bathroom floor like dead person. She is so tired.
'I want it to stop.' She thought as she walked out onto the road.
As she crossed the road she saw a driver coming towards her. He is talking on his phone and not looking where he is going at all. Maka just stops in the middle of the road and waits.
This is useless, I want it to stop. I shoot a gun into my temple
This is boring, I'm tired of it, but that's only a delusion
But I want to cry, this is painful, and I have no one to cling to
This voice is foolish, ignore it, in the end I'm nothing but normal trash
She cried happy tears as her end came to meet her. The pain she felt would be less painful then these last few years.
"Maka!" she heard some familiar voices yell out to her. She saw her friends over the other side of the road looking at her worriedly.
'There is no one for me to live for. Who would want trash like me anyway?' she thought as she smiled and the driver still didn't notice.
"Maka! Move out of the way!" She heard a white haired boy yell as he tried to get past the people blocking him from the road.
'Ignore him.' Her mind told her before the car crashed into her flinging her back on to the road. It scraped her all down her side as she skidded backwards.
She looks up to the sky and cries. It is a dark grey colour like the sky was going to cry with her.
No one comes to help her, they all watch from the sidelines as she bleeds out.
It will surely rain tomorrow
'Finally.' She thought as her vision faded to black. 8 voices made her startle out of the blackness she heard them yell "MAKA!"
please review. I'm not sure about this so could I please have some feedback. anything I could do to make it better? do you want to hear more?