This is a story that might shock some people that read it. I advise all emos to avoid reading this… I don't want to hear about a mass suicide because of this… Anyways, the story is based on the song with the same name by Disturbed, who belongs to Warner (*cough*faggots*cough*)
Inside The Fire
Maka climbed on top of the chair, her eyes red from crying all day. She placed a rope around her neck and looked down on the chair.
"Goodbye World" she said as she toppled the chair, being hung by the rope tied around her neck.
Soul arrives outside the apartment and started looking for the key to unlock the door. When he found the key, he placed the key in the hole and turned it. When the door opened, Soul grabbed the grocery bags and walked inside. As he entered the living room, he noticed something was up.
"Maka? You there?"
As Soul approached Maka's bedroom, he noticed the door was open by a creek. Soul opened the door and found Maka hanging lifeless.
"MAKAAA!" Soul screamed in horror, untying the rope and placing her on the bed.
"Please don't do this to me!" Soul said panicking as he tried to administer CPR, but he failed to save her… She was dead before he arrived.
"No… No… NNNNNOOOOOO!" Soul shouted in desperation as he broke down in tears, crying over the body of his meister.
After the burial:
Soul stood alone in the graveyard at dawn, looking at the grave that belonged to his former meister.
"Here lies Maka Albarn, born in 1992, died in 2010" Soul quoted the inscriptions on the grave. "Why? Why did you do this?"
Flashback:
Soul was crying on the couch when he noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table. He picked up the paper, and noticed it was a suicide note. Along the blotted ink stains there was a message.
"Soul…
I didn't want to do this to you. I didn't want to make you suffer… But I can't take any more of my fucking life… My mother is dead, my dad is a womanizer that spends all his money on whores… I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself…
Sorry Soul… I always loved you… too bad I'm too much of a coward to admit it…
Goodbye…
Maka Albarn"
End of flashback:
"Hey Soul? Since your loving partner has passed away, why not let me take over your soul? You have nothing else to live for…" The red imp said with a mischievous grin.
"You're right… I've got nothing else to live for… But you won't get my soul…"
"What?"
Soul took something heavy out of his jacket's pocket. That something was a handgun.
"You're not seriously thinking about this?" The imp said trying to convince Soul not to do what he was thinking.
Soul pulled back the barrel, letting one bullet enter the chamber, removing the clip afterwards. He kneeled down in front of his loved one's grave and slowly put the barrel inside his mouth. Full of sorrow, Soul started to cry again while he was getting the determination to end his life.
With the gun in his mouth, Soul gave one last determined scream.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
*Loud gunshot*