Authors Note: I am so sorry guys. This chapter was really hard to write for some reason. I have been going through some tough stuff and frankly didn't want to write. I am mostly over it now though so it's all good! And yet again I am sorry about not updating so often. I'll try to be better but no promises.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine but the plot is!

Warning: Blood, craziness, and angst (sorry not sorry about that one!)

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"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 piece of wood. It had been forever and a day since the last time he had played. Soul was not even sure if he remembered how. He could hear the demon laughing from the back of his mind at his poor attempt to remember. 'I'll show him,' he thought angrily. Pressing one finger lightly into a key, a bright but melancholy note filled the air and he began to play.

At first the songs were slow and gentle; merely simple warm ups. His fingers tripped over each other trying to get back into the groove of playing the instrument. The Demon, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to tear him down, was ruthless in picking apart his playing.

"You missed a note you looser,"

"I've heard better from a three year old,"

"You should stop while you can. Pretty soon you are going to die from playing so badly,"

"It sounds just like you are just mashing keys together,"

Soul was beginning to turn furious from the constant stream of negative words. Songs that were once slow and mild began to turn fast and heavy. The light atmosphere in the room turned ink black. His once scared and nervous fingers now acted like knives that sliced through the air and murdered the keys. Hot tears ran down his face from fiery red eyes. The sheer amount of anger Soul was pouring out was staggering. It filled the room with tension that could easily be sliced into two.

He played for what seemed to be hours on end; never stopping in between songs. Soul just let one flow into the other. They were always angry and loud, but musical none the less. Amidst his playing the Demon finally left him alone. It seemed the music drove him back to the corner of Soul's mind.

Eventually Soul began to tire and his fingers started to slow from their frantic pace. Coming to the end of the song he pushed down the keys for the last chord and let them ring through the room. After a few seconds the note faded and Soul was left feeling drained. It felt like he had run two marathons and then canoed across the Atlantic Ocean. Laying his head down on the piano Soul let the cold polished wood sooth him as his tears stopped falling. His hands fell from the keys to his lap and his eyes drifted shut breaths now coming in a less frequent manner. Before Soul knew it, he was drifting off to sleep.

"You shouldn't fall asleep here. They will be mad that you are not in your room at this hour." A pleasant voice laughed quietly.

Startled out of his sleep, Soul jumped and turned his head around quickly to face the unknown speaker. His eyes widened when he saw who it was. It was the girl, Maka if he remembered correctly, from group therapy. She was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall of the room looking at him with a small smile planted on her happy face.

'When did she come in?' he frantically thought to himself swallowing the lump that rose in his throat. 'What if she heard me playing? Oh Gog I bet she did.'

"I'm sorry," she laughed at his scared appearance, "I didn't mean to scare you." She picked herself effortlessly off the ground and started walking over to Soul. Sitting down on the bench next to him, she could see him tense up. "I don't bite I promise," Maka said with a smile. Soul kept his eyes glued to the ground. He couldn't let his eyes meet her incredibly green ones. They sat in silence for a few moments before Maka spoke up.

"You are really talented at the piano. You play with so much emotion," Maka said softly. "I've never heard anything like that before. It was…" she paused, thinking for a word to sum up her feelings. Her hand reached up and started playing with her trade-mark pig tails like she often did when she was thinking. Soul was prepared for the worst. She was going say she hated it; that it was too dark and not music at all. What she said caught him off guard making the color in his cheeks go fifty shades darker.

"It was a masterpiece!" Maka exclaimed throwing her hands up turning to Soul giving him the biggest smile he had ever seen. It drew Soul in, captured his heart, and pulled on its strings. He managed a tiny smile aimed in her direction, but nothing more. He was still too broken to love like he wanted too. Soul could tell that his response saddened Maka by the way the bright- star- like smile faded to a dull glow. Even though he just met her it hurt him to see her that way. But at the moment there was nothing he could do about it.

Maka played with a few keys of the piano absentmindedly sending their light notes ringing through the air. She was never very musical herself, but she always wanted to learn. Whilst letting her fingers press softly on the keys she began to speak. "Soul," she said, "why won't you talk?"

Instantly his breathing stopped. He knew exactly why he didn't talk, but he couldn't tell Maka that; mainly because answering her question required talking in the first place,and even worse talking about his past. She would think he was as freak and crazy. Oh gog she probably already did and was just being nice to him. His thoughts started going one million miles an hour and his heart race matched. It felt like it was going to pound itself out of his chest.

"Is it because of me; because I was in the room at the meeting and here now? Did I do something to you to make you hate me? I tend to do that to people a lot," She said softly laying her hands in her lap. Soul snapped his head to face her direction and fervently shook his head no.

'Maka that's not true!' he wanted to yell. Soul couldn't get the words out though. They got trapped in his throat along with everything he ever wanted to say. Maka looked sadly at him and then shook her own head causing her pig tails to swing back and forth. She lowered her head to shade her eyes with her bangs, but Soul could still tell she was crying by her slightly shaking frame.

"Don't lie to me Soul," she said. Her shaking had become more intense now making her words waver. Without thinking Soul lifted his hand and rested it on her shoulder to try and calm her. He couldn't stand to see her this way. It felt like they had a connection from the first time he saw her. The second he placed his hand on her shoulder she stopped moving altogether, breathing included. Before Soul could even think of what happened Maka's head snapped up giving him quite the fright. The eyes that met his were not the green one he was accustomed too. Instead they were a bright snake-like yellow that haunted him to his core. To match the crazed eyes Soul noticed she had a grin on that would rival the jokers.

"I thought you were going to be good to me and not lie like everyone else." Maka said in a high pitched laugh. Standing up she threw his hand off her shoulder roughly. Letting out a silent cry Soul cradled his tender wrist in his arm. It was then when he realized he had started to bleed again from both wrists.

'They must have opened up from playing so harshly. I have no idea how I didn't notice till now." He grimaced internally. Soul was begging to feel light headed and he really looked at how much blood he had lost. It soaked through the bandages and through his jeans where they were his wrists were laying. Its deep red color was also splattered along some of the keys of the piano.

"Listen to me when I am talking to you hmm?" she giggled putting her nose inches from his. Soul's breath hitched and he stood up starting to walk backwards from her. He wanted to help so badly, but how could he when he couldn't even talk? How would he go about doing that anyways? Two insane people cannot help each other. It turns out badly in the end. She followed closely behind him pressing a hand into his chest.

"You think me saving your life may have meant something to you," she tilted her head back sending out a sharp laugh as she pushed Soul into the wall. "But I guess that doesn't mean anything in society anymore does it?" She laughed again her hot breath flushing across Soul's face.

'So she is the one who saved me,' he thought with a pang. 'She helped me and I can't help her.' By this point the blood was running down his fingers dripping onto the carpet turning it a bright red.

"Do I scare you Soul? I tend to scare most people, but I thought you were different. I guess I was wrong. I bet you hate me as much as my mom does," she sneered brining her face close to his.

'Oh shit' he gulped as she laughed again. His vision began to swim before his eyes from the blood loss and he slumped against the wall knees going weak. 'Whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido,' he thought frantically. He knew he wouldn't be conscious for much longer and needed to get Maka out of that state because who knows what she was going to do. With all the strength he had left Soul lifted his red eyes to meet her yellow ones and did the only thing he vowed never to do again.

"Maka," he breathed out so quiet he wasn't even sure he said it.

"Help"