Authors Note: Wow I am so sorry for not updating. I am a terrible author. Please forgive me. I have no excuse other than I wasn't feeling it for a while. I'm gonna start updating more I promise. Well I think. hopefully I will. But never-the-less I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Soul Eater characters are not, have never been, and never will be mine. Unfortunately.

"Group C therapy session will start in 5 minutes in the main hall, please make your way down and find a seat in The Circle. Thank you." said a kind voice on the overhead speakers.

The noise awoke Soul from the nap he was taking. Slowly he let his eyes flutter open and he sat up on the bed. Shaking his head letting his hair fall into its natural place he stood up walking to the door. Putting his shoes on without agitating his wrist, which by now were mostly healed, was a challenge. It took a minute or two filled with choice words, but he finally got them tied. Ready to go he made his way into the corridor, closing the door behind him.

The main hall was a medium sized room, with plush carpeting and cream colored walls. The Circle, as it had been called by the woman on the speakers, was a large circle consisting of about 9 chairs that took up the middle of the room. The only other thing was a stack of extra chairs by the wall and a small cabinet. Soul was currently the only person in the room apart from the two sisters he had seen the day he arrived. They were chatting quietly, more like the shorter on was talking avidly to the taller one, but he could tell the older on was paying attention to her younger sister. Soul watched the two talks for a minute or two standing by the wall till he finally decided to go sit down. More people soon trickled into the room and the seats were filled in no time.

Few people other than the twins talked, so the room stayed mostly silent. In a few minutes a tall man with sandy blond hair and tan skin enters the room. He is sporting the blue scrubs that all the employees, besides Dr. Stein, wore. Taking the last seat in the circle he gave everyone a smile and said, "Welcome everyone! I am so glad you could make it. I am Dr. Joe Buttataki one of the doctors here at Shibushen." He flashed another smile and continued on.

"Today, as this is a new group, we are just going to work on getting to know each other a little better. I want everyone to say your name, age, and what you are working on over coming. Does everyone understand?" he asked. A chorus of yeses met his question and he continued on.

"Great! Do I have anyone who would like to start?" Immediately a muscular boy with blue hair shot his hand up. Dr. Buttataki nodded and said, "The floor is yours."

The boy stood up, a wild grin planted on his face. When he opened his mouth to speak a loud, almost obnoxious, voice filled the room. "I am Black Star, I'm 17 years old and one day I will surpass god!" He threw a fist in the air letting his head flop against his chest. From the angle Soul was sitting at he could see a white star tattooed onto the boy's tan shoulder.

"That's nice Black Star, but would you mind telling us why you are here at Shibushen?" The doctor asked kindly taking a few notes on the note pad that was resting on his lap. Slowly Black Star lowered his arm and looked up. A glowering look danced upon his face.

"Dr. S said I have some sort of mania or another. I don't think I do though, so I don't really know why I am in here. It is stupid if you ask me." Black Star huffed and dropped back down in his chair slouching a little. Dr. Buttataki wrote down a few notes before speaking again.

"Thank you for sharing Black Star," he gave him a smile that was not returned. Clearing his throat he continued, "Who would like to go next?" A few moments passed in silence before the taller one of the sisters stood up.

Taking a deep breath she flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and started to talk. "Hi everyone I am Liz Thompson, I am 20 years old, and I am at Shibushen for anorexia." She sat down almost as soon as she stood up.

"I am glad you know why you are in here Liz. That is the first step to recovery!" Dr. Buttataki counseled. "Who's next?"

The meeting continued on and Soul met the other patients. The kid with black hair went by the name Death the Kid and had extreme OCD. Patty, Liz's younger sister had a problem where she acted younger than her age. Other people shared their names and problems, but Soul couldn't bring himself to listen. He was more worried of how he was going to have to speak. Soon enough it was just him and one other girl left. Luckily the girl stood and started to talk.

"Hello, I am Maka Albarn and I am 16 years old." She paused reaching up to grab one of her pig tails twirling it around her fingers. "I am in here for multiple personality disorder. So if I am ever mean to you I don't mean it. It's just that Mayra has come out to play!" She laughed a little causing everyone else in the room to giggle because of its infectious sound. Soul let his eyes glance up at her taking in her looks. She was very cute he admitted to himself. Her eyes captured his interest the most. They seemed to light up the room. Feeling his gaze she turned her eyes towards him. Their eyes met and she mouthed a 'good luck' giving him a sweet smiling. Upon her sitting down, Soul could feel his anxiety rise. It felt like everyone's eyes were burning holes into his skin, especially Maka's. She wanted him to speak too. Keeping his eyes on the floor he hoped that if he didn't say anything Dr. Buttataki and everyone else would forget about him. That however was not the case.

"It looks like you are the last one Soul! Would you mind standing up and sharing about yourself?" The doctor asked kindly. Soul sat there fiddling with his hands for a good few minutes feeling the gazes of the people before making his choice. No matter how cute she was it didn't change how he felt. Slowly he shook his head no, his white hair flopping in front of his red eyes. He couldn't do it. He couldn't talk. He didn't even remember how it had been so long.

"I know it is hard Soul, but you need to talk," the doctor reiterated kindly. Soul shook his head a little harder, as if that would help get the message across. He could practically feel the disappointment radiate off of Maka. Sorry to make her sad, but he just couldn't.

"Please Soul? It will only be beneficial to your health." By now Soul could feel himself growing angry. 'No, no, no, no, no!' He screamed in his head. Clenching his eyes shut he balled his hands into fists letting his nails pierce his skin. The pain kept the demon at bay for now, but it was only temporary. If Dr. Buttataki kept going on, Soul was sure he was going to snap.

"Are you sure? We don't have a meeting till-"Soul lost it. Still clenching his eyes shut and pressing his nails into his skin to the point where he was drawing blood, Soul stood up. If he didn't do something soon, he would make an appearance. Dashing out of the room he didn't see Maka try to follow him. She was held back by Dr. Buttataki who told her to let him go. Running through the halls he pushed anyone in his way out of it. Soon, but not soon enough, he was back in his room with the lights off back pressed against the door. Rocking back in forth he willed himself to calm down. Tears slowly made themselves down his pale cheeks wetting his shirt.

"Don't worry Soul I'll take care of you," the demon taunted.

"Like hell you will," He muttered drying his tears with his sleeves. He could show no weakness to the Demon. Standing up he flung open the door. They would look for him in his room. Where could he go where no one would find him? As if on autopilot his feet navigated the hallways till he stopped in front of a familiar door. 'Well this is as good a place as any,' he thought to himself. Opening the door he stepped inside letting it close behind him with a click.

He turned on the lights and ignoring all the other instruments, walked to the piano.

"Are you going to play me a song Evans? I'm flattered,"

"Not for you," Soul growled into the air, "but for me." Sitting on the bench he stared at the fading keys. It took all his will to put his fingers on the keys. It had been forever and a day since the last time he had played. He could hear the demon laughing at him for not being able to remember. 'I'll show him,' he thought. Pressing one finger lightly into a key, a bright but melancholy note filled the air and he began to play.