Sorry I Couldn't be Better 11- Hiding Mysteries
Here's the update! I hope it's good. I kinda had no idea where this was going. Also when I say Hiding Mysteries in the title, it means the mysteries are hiding, not that someone is hiding them.
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Disclaimer: It's so clear to me now. Everything makes sense. I see the light, I see the truth. Soul Eater is not mine.
Footsteps made their way towards the room, a slight echo being created as the floorboards were pine and the corridor was devoid of anything. The occupant of the room curled into a ball, shielding their body as if scared of the approaching person.
The door slammed open and the person let out a squeak of fear, burrowing deeper under the covers as if the soft material would prevent what was about to happen. But their hopes were in vain as the covers were ripped away leaving them exposed. Cold air hit their body and they shivered, partly in fear as well.
"S-stop," Was the stuttering cry that came from the sudden exposure but like before, what they did was in vain. It didn't stop the hand from coming down, did nothing to prevent the yells of pain, didn't stop the tears that ran down their face, wetting the sheets and soaking into the mattress.
"Please!" They screamed, their pain making them desperate.
"You dare beg you freak! I do not raise cowards!" A voice thundered and then the hand came rushing down with then times the force of the pervious slap.
Maka sat up in bed and screamed. She held the covers to her sweaty body and focused on trying to breathe properly. She chocked and gasped on sobs that she didn't want to escape from her mouth and eventually lay back down and tried to compose herself again.
What was that dream? What did it mean? It had nothing to do with her…did it? Maybe…maybe it was her deepest fears come true. She'd always been scared that her parents would start paying attention in a way she didn't want. Sometimes when her dad walked past her room, she would cower, afraid he'd march in and take his anger about bad days at work out on her.
She glanced over at her clock and saw with anger that it was five in the morning. Not late enough to actually wake up but not early enough to wander around without being seen by anyone. Doctors and nurses would probably be up or getting up. She didn't want questions directed at her, not after the nightmare. They'd apply their magical mind reading powers and expose her deepest fears. They were deep for a reason. She didn't want to share them.
She tugged at the grey tank top she'd been wearing to bed as if she could fan away the sweat she was drenched in. What should she do? Maybe she should try to drop off to sleep again. But would the nightmare hit her again? It hadn't ever happened before but there was a possibility. That she could fall asleep and have it all come rushing back.
Another glance at the clocked showed that 3 minutes had passed as she zoned out. Now Maka was really annoyed. Why was time moving along so slowly? Breakfast was sure to be awkward but it was better than just lying here. Maybe she should read one of the few books she'd brought. She hadn't really expected to be at the hospital for long so she hadn't brought many with her and she did want to save them for when she really needed them. Was now one of these moments?
A sound came from outside her door and she froze, pulling the sheets up close to her chin and closing her eyes to slits so she could see out but give the appearance that she was asleep. The handle of her door jiggled and then it was sliding inwards, making no sound as it slid across the carpet. Maka felt her heart start to race. Someone was in her room, someone who didn't want her to know they were there. She sucked in a breath but let it out, trying to breathe normally in order to give the illusion of sleep.
The figure approached her bed, leaning right over till Maka thought she might have to give up pretending and smack them away. Before she could make a decision however, the person abruptly recoiled and began to pace back and forth, their feet making no nose, any sound they made muffled against the carpet.
Was it possible that it was a patient sleepwalking? Soul and Kid had mentioned that most people didn't sleep or struggled with it. Perhaps the occupant of her room was one of these cases. Maka suddenly felt tired and she closed her eyes. Perhaps she could sneak in a couple of more hours of sleep. If the person didn't mean her any harm, she was fine to drift off right? Then, the person started to talk.
At first it was just absent mumbles, the intruder obviously just talking to themselves. She heard the words how and sorry along with something about being unsure. Then, the level of the voice increased and the tone turned somewhat desperate.
"Sorry…didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Maka, really I am." Maka tried to hold back a gasp. Someone was apologising to her. The voice was still rather quiet and muffled so she couldn't tell who it was. It could be Liz! In fact it made sense that it was Liz right? Was the girl regretting last night? Maka suddenly wanted to smile. Liz was her friend again.
Liz broke off after in the middle of another string of apologies and quietly left the room leaving Maka to flip over and burry her head in her pillow, overcome with emotions.
Maka almost skipped into the dining hall when it was breakfast time. She was positively glowing. She hurried over to the usual table where Liz, Patty and Soul were sitting. Patty was balancing apple after apple in an unsteady tower. Soul was laughing at something Liz had said, his bowel already empty.
"Morning Maka," Liz looked up, smiling. Maka opened her mouth to thank the girl and apologise too but remembered Liz had thought she'd been asleep when she'd apologised.
"Morning Liz, Patty, Soul," Maka nodded at each of them. "And look Liz, sorry about last night." Even if Liz wasn't going to admit apologising, she was.
"Yeah me too," Liz agreed. "I should have come back last night but you seemed tired so I decided to wait until this morning. So did you sleep well?"
Maka didn't reply. All she could think about was that if it wasn't Liz who'd apologised to her earlier that morning, who was it?
Speaking of apologies, BlackStar had just sauntered up to the table and sat down next to Maka, flashing her a hopeful smile.
"You still haven't apologised BlackStar," Maka hissed so the others wouldn't hear. "So I'm not talking to you till then." She turned away to finally answer Liz's question and missed the look of hurt that flashed across the blue haired boy's face.
Maka ran through the empty halls, peering into rooms and listening for any sounds.
She'd had run off to change into sneakers before meeting up the others after realising she'd worn her ugg boots to breakfast and now she couldn't find anyone. Sure she'd taken a bit longer than she'd expected because she'd knocked her vase over and sent the flower rolling under the bed. But she'd only been held up for an extra two minutes or so.
So where was everybody?
The corridors were devoid of life, she couldn't hear anything. It was the silence she experienced at home; it was suffocating her, pulling her in. She was slipping, she was on the edge. One more wave and she'd be over, falling. This wasn't right. Soul had said she shouldn't be left alone or something like that.
"Hello?" She finally called, waiting for laughter to indicate a prank being pulled on her or a door to a sound proof room opening. Then again if it was sound proof, they wouldn't be able to hear her right? And why would there be a soundproof room anyway? Anger management therapy?
Maka walked past a window as she began to search again; automatically looking out of it as she did so. Her gaze caught on a flash of blue. There was BlackStar, running across the lawn with Patty in hot pursuit. She couldn't hear anything but both looked to be having fun. There were other people here and there, some she knew and others she didn't.
So that's where everyone was, they were outside! But they couldn't have forgotten about Maka…could they? Was it always going to be this way, getting forgotten and thrown aside when she wasn't interesting enough?
Or course it's always going to be this way
Stop it
You just admitted it though
Accidentally
But you still thought it, it's your own mind deciding it
Please, stop
Why should I dear girl?
I'm not your dear girl
You're right. You're nobody's dear girl. Everyone hates you. They've gotten sick of you. Why should they like you? You're an extremely unlikeable person. Give up. Surrender!
"Maka!" Marie was jogging towards her dressed in grey and orange tracksuit pants and a black hoodie. She looked exuberant yet slightly worried, her face sweaty and her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. "I thought we lost you." The worry faded into relief as she said this.
"No," Maka said awkwardly, trying to keep her voice flat and normal. "I went to change into sneakers and you were all gone when I came back." Her tone was slightly accusing but Marie didn't seem to mind.
"You're group is playing hide and seek chasey down there, I figured you were already hiding until Liz said you hadn't come down."
So they had been worried about Maka, they hadn't purposely left her behind.
But they still did
Come on, give it a break. Can't you just understand it was an accident?
"Coming Maka?" Marie asked, already starting to walk to the end of the corridor. Maka stared after her for a moment before her lips tweaked up in a half smile and she began to jog to the end of the corridor.
The elevator ride down was quick but it seemed to last forever. That's because it was silent. Marie was tapping away on her phone and Maka had no choice but to stand there quietly and let the silence wash over her, much like before. It was slightly more bearable this time though. And when the elevator came to a stop, announcing the ground floor, Marie whipped the phone away and gave Maka a big smile.
"This is your first time outside so we have some rules." Marie said in a stern but complacent tone. "First of all, please don't climb the walls or fences, it is dangerous and forbidden. There is a main road out there plus…well I'm sure you can understand. Also try not to bother anyone else from any other floors who might be down here. You don't know why they're here and could be dangerous. We can't tell you what they have due to floor confidentiality. Try to keep as safe as possible, you can climb trees though we prefer you don't." Marie stopped talking as Maka let her attention wander over to her group, forming a large circle along with Kilik, Thunder, Fire, Harvard and Ox.
"Is that all?" Maka asked, noticing Marie's sudden silence.
"I think it's enough with you." Marie confirmed. "You seem like a very responsible girl Maka and I'm proud of you."
"Proud of me for what?" Maka asked but Marie was already walking away to talk to Sid and some other lady. Maka sighed in annoyance at the therapist's mysterious ways but she trudged over to her group. She was just in time to hear BlackStar complaining.
"Why does the third floor have to be down here too?" The blue haired boy was saying in an angry tone. "They get more sympathy because they're younger."
"I-it doesn't w-work like that BlackStar." Tsubaki stuttered, twisting her fingers together. "A-and they have j-just as much right to the g-garden as we do."
"Pfft whatever," BlackStar scowled though when he saw Maka, his face broke out into a crooked hopeful grin. Maka looked away, scowling and the smile fell, crumbling to pieces. The teen instantly felt bad and tried to flash him a small smile but he was already singing some stupid and rude song to choose who would be counting for hide and seek chasey.
"Okay Ox is it," BlackStar said finally after a tense final round of counting against the boy and Liz. "Ox you can go count by the doors over there," He gestured to the sliding doors that led back into the hospital. The bespectacled boy grumbled but wandered over there like he had all the time in the world. Patty grumbled at this and Liz and Soul laughed at her pout.
The moment Ox made it to the door and turned away from the large garden to begin counting, everyone began to scatter. Patty followed after Liz, the two inseparable as usual. BlackStar tore off towards a grove of trees, he was probably planning to climb one. He'd probably be unable to resist the urge to jump down on Ox and give away his hiding place but it was all just for fun. Thunder and Fire had already disappeared whilst Maka had been watching the others along with Kilik. Soul was approaching the group of talking therapists, three of which Maka didn't recognize (they were probably from the third floor) and Harvard was just wandering around staring at the sky. He probably wasn't even playing.
Maka moved one way and then the next, not sure where to hide since she didn't know the garden very well. She hadn't been shown it on the tour like she'd expected. When she had been younger, she used to hide from her parents in the hopes that they'd notice she was missing and run around trying to find her. The first few times she tried this plan she hadn't been found and assumed that she was just really good at hiding. Now she knew better.
Her parents hadn't noticed she'd disappeared. They hadn't been worried, they hadn't cared. To them, it was a normal day full of worrying about themselves and ignoring their tiny daughter.
She'd stopped hiding after that.
Maka eventually settled on hiding in the middle of the small maze in the garden in the centre. She could run away if she saw Ox after all. It was hide and seek chasey and the boy didn't look very fast. Maka was confident she could outrun him.
When she found the middle however, she saw that it was already occupied by an extremely skinny boy with tangled dirty blonde hair. He looked to be about thirteen, he was obviously from the third floor, one of the kids BlackStar had complained about. He was unravelling bandages that were wrapped around his wrists absently, his eyes cast upward at the sky. He frowned when he saw Maka but then smiled eerily.
"You tried to fly didn't you." He stated. It wasn't a question. "So did I. It'll work one day." It was so matter of fact, so normal. "I'll fly away just like you tried. And I won't fail."
Maka suddenly felt sick as she saw the blood soaking through the boy's messy bandages. The world seemed to spin around her and she felt like throwing up. She turned to run but ran into one of the grassy hedges that made up a wall of the maze. She stumbled backwards, searching through hazy eyes for the way out.
"Fly," The boy muttered, not helping Maka's problem. "Fly away little girl."
This was crazy. Some suicidal thirteen year old was making her feel this way. This wasn't possible, this wasn't fair. She was trying so hard. He couldn't just bring everything back. Stop it! Stop him! Somebody stop him!
Fly little girl
Not you! Not now!
I'm a part of you. I come when I want to, I never leave because I don't want to
"Somebody help!" Maka heard herself screaming. "Somebody help me!" The world titled alarmingly and she reached out, trying to find something to steady herself on.
She found herself latching onto the boy's bloody wrists as he was suddenly right in front of her, the red liquid staining her palms and running down her wrists.
"Oh god," Maka got out before she fell to meet the ground and everything went black.
The person lay on the floor in a puddle of blood. They were breathing…just. But if someone didn't come soon then their harsh and slow breaths would fade away and they would cease to be.
Shortish chapter…I think. The boy isn't an OC, it's actually Tobias from Animorphs if anyone remembers that series. I grew up with it (thankyou amazing brother who got a book for his birthday which sparked the interest) and I've been re-reading the series and realizing how suicidal Tobias was. He's in the story for a reason so please don't hate on him…or me.
So yeah, review please?
