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Chapter 2- Monologue of the Nightmare

Soul sighed as he walked to Maka's room and laid his hand on the door knob, hesitant. After a moment, he gripped the knob, turned it, and cautiously entered the room. "Maka?" he asked when the bed came into view. All that was really visible of her was a few strands of her hair that dared to poke out from underneath the thick blankets. He walked over to the bed and pushed the top of the blankets a little ways down, so that her eyes (which now looked like swollen olives, and were staring past Soul into a place of nothingness) were visible. She didn't move them or make eye contact. Her eyelids drooped over a large portion of her eyes, giving them a look of sorrow. She did not speak or move a muscle. For a moment, Soul wondered if she had killed herself, but the thought vanished when he saw her chest ever so slightly move up and down.

The whole sight was downright pathetic, and made him uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he asked, "Do you need me to get you something? Food? Water? Anything?"

Maka softly shook her head, which was half in her pillow, half faced towards Soul. Her eyes, however, still did not move from the fixed position they had started in.

He rubbed his face, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. "Maka, listen. You need to eat something," he told her, actually sounding like a parent. "You're gonna feel even worse if you don't."

She mumbled quietly, expecting that response, "I'm not hungry."

"Yeah, well, at this point, I don't really care if you're hungry or not. It's been four days, Maka. Frankly, I'm blown away that you haven't died yet," he stated rather harshly. He didn't really care anymore, though. As a weapon, he was doing a horrible job of protecting his meister, not to mention doing a horrible job as a friend by letting her starve herself. This has to be assisted suicide, or whatever it is, he thought.

Maka gave a puny shrug. "I can't eat."

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to feed you myself," he said stubbornly as he walked out of the room.

"Soul..." she trailed off when he had left the room, and slumped back into he bed. Immediately after relaxing herself again, her eyelids inched downwards and her mind wandered off to other places. She began to fall into a deep sleep.

It was wintertime, and everything was in a crystalized beauty. Snowflakes drifted, carefree, towards the bright outside, emerging from cerulean skies that, curiously, had no clouds to begin with. The icy snow crunched beneath the feet of a younger Maka and her mom as they walked peacefully through a woods that no longer held leaves. Although the tree branched stuck out crookedly, vivid birds rest on the branches and tiny wildlife skated across the ground, creating a pleasant scene. Maka had her hand in her mothers as she skipped alongside the beautiful, willowy woman who had a sincere smile on her lips. She had secretly hoped that one day, she would look just like her mom. Everything was so perfect and serene. Little Maka laughed at a couple of squirrels who were slipping on ice. Her mother laughed for her chid's bliss.

Then, out of nowhere, black clouds quickly began to litter the sky. The joyous sun was fading, and all of the animals evacuated the area, leaving the branches to look eerie and empty without their colorful counterparts. The air that seemed pleasant and nice now turned cold and harsh as a fierce wind began to stir up the dead leaves.

Confused and afraid, young Maka looked up to her mother for reassurance. Instead, she discovered that, like the sun, her mother was slowly fading away. "Mom?" cried out Maka, squeezing her moms hand for comfort, but instead, she found that the hand of the woman who she most loved and admired was disappearing. Maka looked at her face, which was becoming less and less visible, with tears in her eyes.

Her mother smiled a sad smile at her daughter, as she slipped farther away.

Frantic, Maka screamed, "MOM! MOOOM!"

Right as the last part of her mom dissolved, her mom whispered, "Be good, Maka…" Her sad smile was the last thing to go.

Maka let out a horrific scream. "MOMMY! COME BACK!" She mercilessly sobbed, still screaming, as she fell to the cold, hard floor. "NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" She scratched the angry tears away from her face, leaving a burn and marks. She punched the frozen ground aggressively until her knuckles bled.

Before she knew it, everything turned dark, and she blacked out, still letting her voice ring out.

"MAKA!"

She jolted upright, expecting to see her mom right before her. Instead, her face came dangerously close to that of her partners, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Still dazed by her dream, she backed away a little bit and asked, "What….happened?"

Concern in his blood-red eyes, Soul replied, "You were having a nightmare. I went to make you dinner, and when I came back, you were asleep. I didn't really want to wake you up, so I left, but….." he turned his head to the clock that sat next to the illuminated lamp. Maka did the same and saw that it read 12:32 a.m. "You were screaming, so I came here. Are you okay?" Then he hesitantly added, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Maka was shocked. He had asked her if she wanted to talk about a problem? "No. I know you're not good with that stuff, so it's okay." Soul released his breath quietly. "It's just about my mom. I'm fine, though."

Soul stared at Maka, looking to see if she was lying. After concluding either that she was telling the truth or that he didn't want to talk about it anyway, he got up, and said, "Wait here for a sec." He walked out of her room.

Maka sighed of relief. She pushed her matted hair out of her face only to discover that she was sweating out of fear. She wiped it away with her pajama sleeve and thought about her dream. She pushed it out of her mind, though, when she began to shiver at the thought.

Soul walked back into the room with a warm bowl of soup in his hands. He rested it on her bedside table and said, "Eat up. I made it before, but it got cold, so I just microwaved it."

"Soul, I'm not-"

"I don't care," he interrupted. "Eat it."

She paused before picking up the spoon and dipping it into the steamy vegetable soup. She put it in her mouth, and the dryness in her that she didn't know was there was immediately relieved. The lively flavors nourished her dried-out taste buds, and her throat felt so much better after all of that screaming when it slid down it. Her stomach growled as she realized just how hungry she actually was. She continued to eat, greedily, and completely forgot that Soul was still in the room.

Once she had practically licked the bowl clean, she gave a satisfied sigh and said to Soul, "Thank you."

He simply nodded and stood up from the carpet he had been sitting on. He retrieved the bowl and spoon and was about to walk out the door when a sudden panic overcame Maka, and she cried out, "Wait!"

Soul turned to face her. "What?"

"It's just…..I'm still kind of…..um…." She couldn't get her words out for some reason.

He smiled. "I'll be right back," he said as he walked out of the room. After a minute, he returned back to her room, empty bowl gone, and pulled up a chair next to her bed.

Embarrassed, Maka said, "Soul, you don't have to-"

But he held up a hand to silence her as he took an extra blanket from beside her closet and put it around himself as he sat comfortably in the chair. "Night," he said.

Maka smiled. "Goodnight Soul."

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