Maka ran home that day, crying. She couldn't take it anymore. Why? God, why? Why did she have to live like this? What had she done to deserve this life that she had?
Well, everyone would be fucking better off without me, anyways.
She got home and ran straight to the bathroom, ignoring her cat Blair's meowing. She turned on the faucet, letting the bath fill up. She took one final look at the angry scared that scored her wrists.
Picking up her phone, she opened her text messages. None. Not from anyone. She really was alone, after all. She pulled up a contact. She took one last look at the beautiful albino she had thought loved her. Soul... She realized that she had said his name out loud, her voice dripping with a mix of emotions; Love, hate, malice, and worst of all, sorrow. Why did she miss him? He never loved her.
She stepped into the water. This was it.
"MAKA!"
She let a single last tear escape her eye when she heard her name. She didn't want pity. No one wanted her. This truly was it.
The door burst open. There he stood, frantic. Behind the curtain she had drawn she said her final words. "I'm sorry, Soul..."
She dropped the phone into the water.
How did she get here again?