Authors Note:So this has so far been the most difficult to write. I was in stand still traffic for about an hour and a half today while driving home from Arkansas and I was writing it. I thought I had a wonderful idea and I had it written all out and ready to publish. I then sent it to my dear friend/editor letterstoandfrom who found some major flaws in the story line. We talked about it for a while about what I should do. Ultimately she left it up to me as the writer to make the final choice over to scrap it or not. By that point in time my laptop died so I was unable to work any more but i had another long five hours to think about it. By the time I reached home I had made my decision to change it. Thank goodness I did. I feel like this updated chapter fits the story better than the other one. On another note school is starting up and with robotics club and jazz band festivals and drum line I am not sure how often I will be able to update. But do not worry I am not quitting the story. I would never do that! Thanks for reading and I hope you have a marvelous day!

Also thanks to my first two reviewers AnimeRiceBall and a guest! It really means a lot to me when you guys review! It makes me a happy person.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater...and I never will

Warnings: self-harm, language

The room was dark, lit by only a few candles that gave off a dull glow. The walls were a crimson so dark they looked black. The floor was made of black and dark grey checkered tiles making the room look like a chess board. On the table that was slid against the wall was a record player that was playing a cheap jazz tune. In the very middle of the room sat a dust covered black grand piano.

Soul had been here before, many times actually. This room was his inner mind. He walked through the familiar door that led to the room. Sitting in the black plush chair he smoothed down his pin stripped suit and adjusted his tie. He would be here any minute; all that was left to do was to wait.

Soon enough the clack of shoes on tile was heard. Out of the darkness appeared a figure. The figure was short only coming up to Soul's waist. It had black beady eyes and a long nose, its skin was bright red. Overall it was fairly appalling.

"Soul, welcome back," it hissed showing its yellow pointy teeth. Soul grimaced as the creature continued towards him stopping to lean on the wall across from where he was sitting.

"Always a delight to see you, Demon," Soul said through clenched teeth. He couldn't get the demon angry, he could make bad things happen.

"You've been away for an awfully long time; I was starting to miss you. You stayed away on purpose you brat." The demon stared at Soul who was glaring daggers back at him.

"I don't advise doing that Soul. All I want is to talk but if you don't cooperate I could make things miserable for you. Soul looked away and sighed.

"What do you want? I don't particularly like talking to murderers," Soul muttered.

"If I remember correctly it was you Evans who was the murderer. The blade was in your hand and you made the deathly cuts, how could it be me if I am just a figure of your imagination?" The demon laughed, the haunting sound filling the room. Soul growled angrily and dashed out of his seat grabbing the demon by the collar of his suit. He lifted him up slamming him hard against the wall.

"Shut up," he growled dangerously.

"Such a strong command from such a weak boy," the demon chuckled. "I thought I taught you your place in this relationship. I guess you need another lesson."

As soon as the demon quit speaking Soul felt a sharp pain in his head. Letting out a cry he let the demon drop to the ground. Clutching his head Soul squeezed his eyes shut as waves of pain continued to make his head throb. Behind his closed eyes he saw images of that night fly by at the rate of a speeding train. He saw his parents dead bodies, his hands covered in blood tinting his skin, the blood soaked blade, it was all too much. Tears made their way down his face as he pleaded with the demon.

"Stop," he cried, "I've learned my lesson, please just stop I can't take this."

The demon laughed, "Very well." Sending one last wave of pain the demon laughed as Soul let out a gut wrenching cry of anguish and fell to the floor out cold.

Soul awoke as soon as his body hit the floor in the dream world. Gasping for air he clutched the fabric of his shirt over his heart. Sobs racked his body as the images continued to show themselves in his brain. After a while the pictures stopped and Soul was able to get his breathing back under control.

"Damn it," he muttered running a shaky hand through sweaty hair. Untangling himself from his sheets, Soul walked shakily to the bathroom. Turning on the sink he let the water run till it was nice and cold. Testing it with his hand he decided it was cold enough. Scooping some into his hand he splashed it on his face in attempt to wake up from the hellish nightmare he had experienced.

"You're not going to get away from me that easy," the demon laughed in his brain. Soul groaned inwardly.

"You just love to cause me grief, don't you bastard," he laughed looking in the mirror. He stared at his reflection watching as it shimmered to transform into the demon.

"Absolutely right Soul," it laughed, "I enjoy seeing you withering in pain."

"So are you ever going to tell me the trick to get you out of my head?" Soul asked tilting his head to the side.

"You can't get me out of your head Soul. I am part of you. The only thing you can do is let the madness consume you." The demon let out a feral grin that sent shivers down Soul's spine.

"See I can't let that happen, not again. You know what happens when I do. I kill people," Soul clenched the counter his knuckles turning white. "I'll never let you take control again."

"You will Soul; you will eventually come to me begging for help." The demon laughed.

"I think it's time for you to shut up Demon, and I know exactly how to make you." Soul grinned and reached over to the door to his room. He shut it and locked it then did the same thing to the neighboring door.

"Goodbye demon," he laughed balling up his fist aiming it at his reflection in the mirror.

"No wait Soul! You don't want to do this," the demon tried to reason.

"Watch me," Soul pulled back his fist and let it connect with the mirror putting all his strength behind it. The mirror shattered sending glass flying everywhere. Finding a fairly large piece he turned it over in his palms smiling. This would shut the demon up. Holding the shard of mirror in his hand he placed it on his wrist. His hands were shaking slightly making the job harder than it already was. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and quickly drew the blade across his skin making a deep cut. Blood bubbled up instantly pouring down his arm dripping onto the floor.

When he finished with the other wrist he let the piece of mirror fall out of his hands. The loss of blood was making him feel light headed. Clutching his wrists to his chest Soul tried to gently lower himself to the floor. He felt himself stumble and collapse to the floor not caring about the other pieces of glass that cut his skin. Soul smiled as he heard the demon scream in anger.

"I win this round," he thought to himself as the world finally went black.