Hello all, this being my first story I would love any type of reviews, except flames. This is a short angsty-type story from the perspective of Chrona, after she bonds with Maka and joins Death Weapon and Meister Academy for the first time. Their should not be any spoilers, other than the fact that Chrona joins Death Weapon and Meister Academy. Please tell me if you see any spelling or grammatical mistakes, I didn't have a beta reader for this story(It is supposed to sound "jumbled together" though, because Chrona is insane). Also, Chrona is genderless in this story, and please don't leave your opinion on that dispute here, because I really don't care.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters in this story, all the rights go to Atsushi Ōkubo(I think?).
A Broken Soul
Teardrops. Falling like cascading waterfalls on rocky shores. Hands under the bed, blood on the wall, all threaten to consume the strands of sanity in my weak grasp. Sharp breathing, heavy hits, the pain of wounds that never bleed. Their drops of red drip down my face, clashing with a blackened liquid, that I am forced to call my own. Mother, I call to you; Mother, I still love you. The little one will never forgive such a monster as I. Please love me, I beg for your approval. My circle is erased, my boundaries are all broken, emotional wounds ripped open once again. Bright hazel eyes may shine in my corner, but they will never be enough to chase away all my fears. My corner. My safe haven. May I stay here for a while? The world is a kind and beautiful place, a place I do not belong. Hide away my face, a murders face, and I will live a life of solitude.
But...
I don't know how to deal with being alone.
