A girl's life can be changed by one misunderstanding…

A girl's life can be put back together by one apology…

A girl's life can be taken away by one thing that can't be undone…

~一緒~

I woke up the next day on the freezing closet floor. My eyes were droopy as they scanned the things around me. Nothing out of the ordinary just coats and old shoes. I slowly sat up to face the door in front of me, it was still closed, and no one had touched it. Light glared in through the gap under the door blinding me a little. I placed my hand on the door and pushed it, it opened a little and when I pushed it again it opened all the way. The dark was drowned by light as the door opened wider and then stopped leaving dark covered by light.

I slowly stood up and grabbed hold of the door before I tumbled over. My head was swimming round and around with thoughts, of what happened the day before. Chasing Medusa, being chased by the same hooded man as before. Speaking of him I hope he still wasn't here.

I stepped outside the closet and looked around the kitchen, no one was there, maybe he was gone. I walked out further still looking around me, my eyes came across the front door, it was opened slightly.

"What the…?" I squinted my eyes trying to look at it properly.

I moved closer to it and slowly shut it, playing around with the handle making sure it wouldn't open again. I stepped away from it not taking my eyes away incase it opened again.

Just as I was about to turn around to walk away a loud thump came from my bedroom above me. I looked up towards the ceiling and more thumps and bangs came from my room.

"I've head enough!" I exclaimed storming into the kitchen.

I grabbed hold of the handle of a pan just resting on the side and picked it up. I walked to the stairs and began to walk up them while armed with the pan. The banging still echoed through the air as well as my footsteps treading heavily up the stairs, I really didn't care anymore about making noise or not.

My bedroom door was open as I walked up the stairs towards it. The banging was definitely coming from in there. I climbed up the last step and hid behind the wall to my room, I gripped the pans handle tight in my grasp.

One last thump came from my room before I ran through the door and swung the pan round hitting the opponent in the back of the head.

"Keep the hell out of my…" I stopped.

I stared down at the boy beginning to sit up grabbing the back of his head.

"What the hell Maka!" Kid yelled turned his head to face me.

I hid the pan behind my back biting my lower lip "Sorry, I thought you were…"

"Medusa, yeah I get it" He slowly stood up still rubbing the back of his head.

I looked at my open draw then looked back at Kid "What were you doing in my room?"

"I need that emerald necklace" Kid made a little hoop gesture with his fingers "Do you know where it is?"

I folded my arms over my chest still holding the pan in my hand "Why do you need it?"

His jaw dropped and he looked down at the ground shaking his head "I-I can't say…"

I placed the pan down on my bed then turned back to face him "Then you can't have it"

He looked up "Don't play that game with me"

I raised my eyebrow still looking at him "It's my mothers I have a right to know what you want with it"

He took a deep breath and held it a while before letting it go again, his eyes closed and then he opened them again, getting ready to tell me.

"It's for Medusa…" He finally breathed out.

I froze at the sound of her name "What!"
Kid hung his head once again, this time lower and in more despair "Please"

"If you think I'm going to give you my mother's emerald, so you can give it to that… that… that witch!" I threw my hands around yelling "You can think again!"

"Please Maka, I need that necklace" His eyes met mine as he slowly lifted his head again "Please…"

"Why do you need it so bad?" I exclaimed turning around to face the wall.

"Because…" He stammered "If she doesn't have it, she's going to kill the girl I love"

Silence filled the air around us. I stopped talking and just stood with my back to him, thinking if I should give him the necklace or not. This feeling washed up in the pit on my stomach, I couldn't tell what it was, annoyed, tired, jealousy?

"I'm begging you…" He got down on his knees and clasped his hands together "Maka"

My hands were tight fists in my crossed arms, my nails digging into my palms. I bit my lip, holding in the anger I just needed to let go.

I finally let go "That's your problem, now get out"

"But…" I cut him off.

"Get out!"

He lifted himself off of the ground still hanging his head in despair as he walked through my bedroom door and out onto the landing.

He turned back to face me "You'll regret this…"

I didn't know if he was going to finish his sentence or not because I throw the door shut in his face leaving us on separate sides. I didn't want to remove my hand away from the door after I closed it, I kept it there for a while, staring down at the floor and the space between my feet.

I heard his footsteps slowly turn away from my door and walk towards the stairs, each step taking longer than the first.

I watched the ceiling fan in my mother's hospital room slowly rotate above me sending down just tiny whooshes of air. My mother lay dead on the bed in front of me, I was sent in here by dad to say goodbye, but I just couldn't find the words yet.

I squinted my eyes shut letting the tears slowly run down my cheeks and drip onto my hands that were joined by my twined fingers.

I slowly stood up and walked towards my mother lying on the bed, she looked so still and so peaceful. I took one of her hands in mine and squeezed it tight, it pained me that she couldn't squeeze back.

I opened my mouth and started to say the words "Your heart has stopped, but your soul still lingers, your brain has stopped but you are still with us, your eyes are closed, but you are still who you will always be…"

Tears ran down my face and dripping onto the carpet beneath my feet. I threw the palm of my hand against the wooden door making a loud slam, then again, and again, continuously hitting the door to when even my hand couldn't take anymore.

I slowly fell to the ground and wrapped my arms around my legs, and sobbed into my knees. I just wanted it to all be over, I just wanted it to all be dealt with, I wanted mother's book back.

My eyes slowly opened when I realized what my target to get was, I needed that book back, and I wasn't going to stop tell I had it my own again.