Ok guys here's chapter three and im sorry for not having the creative prowess to make them longer Please Forgive Me T_T

Anyway here's the story

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul eater, but am currently in negotiations =)

I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was all for naught. The more I looked at the ceiling the more the scratch became apparent. I felt that scratch eating away at me, mocking me, absorbing all my dignity and self respect.

It was hate in its purest form.

The sun began to pierce the window to my black and white checkered room and my alarm went off in response. It was time to start getting ready for school, but I wasn't ready to be defeated by a mere scratch on the roof. No I was far from beaten.

I opened the closet on the left side of my room and promptly pulled out the clothes I would wear. Getting dressed and pulling my rings from a drawer I inspected my reflection that resided in the mirror that rested on my dresser. My face looked haggard and tired. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night and it all started with the fight I had with Liz.

Patti's 18th birthday was in five day's and Liz and I were discussing what should be the theme of her party. We both knew it was an important day for Patti so we wanted to make it as special as possible.

"Punk is the way to go!" Liz shouted.

"Are you crazy? We should go with a flying theme!" I shouted as loudly.

Liz dropped into the black loveseat that decorated the corner of the room. She crossed her legs and arms while angrily tapping her foot on the floor. She then shot me one of the scariest glares I had ever seen in my life. It sent chills down my spine but I stood my ground.

"Listen Kid, ever since you met Patti you've known that punk is the only genre of music she absolutely loves. It would only make sense to model her 18th birthday after something she loves." Liz sternly announced.

"I couldn't agree more" I responded "Still you know that Patti aspires to be a pilot. A flying theme would be perfect for an occasion such as this."

"I think I know my little sister a bit better than her boyfriend" Liz said angrily standing from her seat.

"And I think, as her boyfriend, she'd confide a little more in me than her big sister" I quickly retorted

Liz was taken aback by my blatant statement. The look of hurt and confusion was too much for me to bear. I turned my head away from her, unable to look her in the eye any longer. What was wrong with me, I would never talk to Liz like that but when it came to Patti's happiness it seems I would say anything.

"I can't talk to you right now" Liz's shaking voice echoed as she walked past me. It wouldn't have bothered me as much if I hadn't seen a tear resting on her cheek. There was nothing else to do but fall into the seams of the couch and wait for Patti to get home from volleyball practice. Seeing her smiling face would be enough to lift my spirits. I turned on the TV hoping to find something to pass the time, something on the discovery channel, yeah that would be nice. Once the TV clicked on, however, all that came through was static. Sighing I turned off the flashing box, leaned over, and clasped my hands tightly together.

"I guess your head's to cloudy to see anything clearly either eh."

My neck started aching just as I heard a knock at the door. "Patti!" I thought. I almost flew from my seat and started running to the door. When I opened it, however, what met me wasn't the bubbly, exuberant, cheerful Patti we'd come to know and love, no this looked like a different person.

Her hair was disheveled and full of sand. Her white shirt bordered by a blue stripe was absolutely filthy and torn at the shoulder. Her legs were covered in bruises and band-aids while her eyes looked like they carried the weight of the world on them.

I immediately proceeded to ask what happened but she silenced me by placing her finger over my mouth. She gave me a weak smile and said we would talk about it tomorrow. The look of shock wouldn't fade from my face even as she told me it was going to be ok and stumbled off to the restroom.

I paced around the room trying to figure out what happened to her. My head was foggy enough as is and now something happened to Patti that she wasn't willing to tell me! Why, Why, Why! I ran into my room, fell onto my bed, and started rubbing my temples as hard as I could. I resolved that I would wait until tomorrow and ask her about it then. I threw off my clothes, laid in my bed, and pulled the covers up to my neck. I would have pulled them over my head, but I noticed a small, insignificant… bothersome… infuriating… un… unsymmetrical… scratch on my ceiling! This was going to be a long… long night.

Being snapped back from my memories by the blaring of my alarm I placed my rings on my fingers, turned off the alarm, and walked into the hallway that connected to my room. I smiled as I was greeted by two eagerly waiting Thompson sisters but that smile soon faded as I noticed Patti was wearing long jeans and had a small bruise just above her wrist. I was determined to get to the bottom of what happened.

We left home and arrived at Shibusen faster than I expected. Maybe our running from that stray pit made us walk just a bit faster.

Patti and I waved goodbye to Liz as she headed off to her homeroom, the bell was about five minutes from ringing so I decided to confront Patti about yesterday. I grabbed her arm and felt her flinch but she turned around and showed me her classic Patti smile. She tried to hide what she was feeling but I could clearly see the pain that was embedded in her face.

"Patti." I said as seriously as I could "I want you to tell me everything that happened last night."

I felt her tense up and her head drooped down. I could feel the tension in the air thicken as she stumbled over her words. Tears began to well up in her eyes and I moved my hand to wipe them away.

"You can trust me Patti, you know that"

She broke down and started crying into my chest. I ran my hand through her silky hair, still feeling a few grains of sand that she must have missed during her bath last night. She looked up at me sniffling and tried to keep anymore tears from staining her cheeks. She looked me in the eyes and the softness and pain that slipped from her's spoke more to my heart than any explanation she could give me. I hugged her as close as I possibly could without crushing her and she clung to me as if she never wanted to let go.

She could clarify later, right now what she needed was me and I was happy to oblige.