Random info- It has been forever since I've updated and I'm sorry. So please enjoy this chapter :)
Disclaimer- I don't own Soul Eater
Chapter 4- RED
Liz POV
Red. Red shirts. Red posters. Red paint. Red flags. Red.
There was Red everywhere in the dying downtown. All the Red huddled into one corner, blinding everyone from the grey. People wearing their Red shirts holding their Red signs that was painted with Red, marking their territory with their Redness.
Idiots. Idiots! IDIOTS!
What were those idiots thinking? That wasn't going to do anything. They were doing nothing. Did they really believe that standing there and wearing Red was going to save some one. That they were stopping another person's pain? That they weren't being idiots! I hate them for doing this! I hate them! I HATE THOSE IDIOTS!
No one POV
"Liz, why are you so upset? It's just a red shirt."
"I know why you are wearing that shirt. I'm not an idiot." Liz turned away, crossing her arms.
"Okay, I'm wearing for the Domestic Violence Month. Why is that upseting you?"
"Because you're being an idiot!" Shouted Liz.
"What? An idiot? How am I being an idiot?"
"Because you think you are helping but you're doing nothing! Everyone is doing nothing! This isn't helping! IT'S STOPPING NOTHING!" Liz screamed.
"Liz, we aren't doing this to stop it."
Liz's eyes widen in shock because all her life she thought that the reason for the red to stop the violence.
"Then why is eveyone doing this?" Liz couldn't believe it!
"Because we want to show the abused that we care. The ones that we know and the ones we don't know."
"..." Liz didn't say anything but let the words sink in.
"We know we can't stop the violenece this way but we are making awareness. We want to show that we care about them. Even you, Liz."
"So you showing you care but then no one is stopping it." Liz felt warm but cold in her heart.
"No, there are people who are stopping the violence but some people don't have the power to stop it. The world is a mess but we are all willing to help in every way possible. Even if we have the smallest role to help, we all want to help somehow."
"So your job is to bring awareness and show that you care about the abused..." Liz felt her heart grow warmer.
"Yep. So don't look down at our job but just remember that we love you, Liz."
Liz felt her cheeks grow warm just like her heart. "I know you do."
Thank you for caring about me. Thank you for loving me. I love you too.
Not really how I thought it would turn out but close enough. I think I'll fix it later.