Disclaimer! I don't own soul eater or anything associated with it! *cries* Oh well! Enjoy XD
My Mama was never home always on a mission, I truly admire her, but I always miss her when she is gone. My Papa was an alcoholic, dead to the world, and a man whore. I was alone. Soul's Mom was abusive. His Dad was unsuporting of everything Soul did and was drunk, allot. His brother was away at college. Soul was alone. We became best friends rather quickly; he lived just two doors down.
Soul was only six, I was only five but we managed as best as we could making sure the other was eating, had clothes and anything else we could try and help with. We raised each other depending on the other for help. We were never home, always running away to parks or abandoned buildings where no one could find us. Waiting until my Mama came home; she would cook and bake for us, take us shopping and tend to Soul's wounds from 'falling.' She even sent us a little bit of money every now and then on our birthdays and on holidays. Soul had practically become her adopted son. We were happy in a way, I guess it was nice, I had a big brother and he had a little sister. We weren't alone any more. What could go wrong?
A/N : sorry it is short but its only my little intro! it will be a little sad later but it is good so please follow post any ideas in your reviews or just send me a message. I think that this will be about 3 maybe 4 chapters long so its not to long I guess ... Ummm bye see ya later!