She stood out there…in the pouring rain. She stared at her wrists…hoping she could only summon enough courage to pull out the knife that laid in her pocket like a red-hot coal and run it across her slim, white wrists.

She could feel the burn on her back from the belt welts that adorned upon it, she could still hear the insults pounding into her ears, 'slut', and 'whore'.

He stood across the street, watching her intensely. From a distance…always from a distance. He wanted to hold her and block her from harm. But he knew that the more he tried the less he would get though to her. So he waited.

She lifted her head. She knew he was there. She knew that whenever she heard those insults that he would be there in the corner whispering that she was beautiful, strong, and funny. He was saving her from herself. But for how long?

She knew that he loved her. She knew that everything he spoke was true. She knew that everything she heard at home was wrong. Only he could break the barriers she held around her. That the sythe mister was really the most tender, most frightened, most fragile person in the entire school. Perhaps the entire Nevada School District. She had to believe in him.

Or she would surely lose the battle.

She turned from the street away from the boy across the street and climbed a tree onto the roof of her house. She stood at the edge after clambering up to the third story. She lifted her hands into the air letting the wind whip her damp hair around her translucent face. She could feel the power of the storm filling her, she was in the air…flying…flying far away. Reaching for her freedom. She opened her forest green eyes, lightning flashed in the sky lighting up her silhouette.

She felt powerful up in the clouds, she had never experienced power. Not true power…this was exhilarating. She wished she could just lift her hands higher, go father up into the stormy sky and just fly away…

Who was she? She had no religion, almost no family that hasn't been killed or died of 'natural' causes. She never remember going to Church, or doing any form of worship. So who was to say that if she fell off this building…or slit her wrists that she would go to hell?

Tsubaki thought that if you committed suicide, were homosexual or didn't believe in God you went to hell. So she fit the criteria of two of those three.

'Well Tsubaki…looks like that since I'm going to hell you'd be right' she smiled lightly…

"MAKA ALBARN I LOVE YOU! If you dare jump off that roof I will never forgive you!" screamed Death the Kid over the gale.

"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE!" Screamed Maka, tears mixing with the blood on her face from the beating that her father's girlfriend gave, her face had turned a light reddish pink glowing in the night.

"MAKA!"

But it was too late…she had pitched herself off the roof.

The truth hadn't saved her. The lies were still there. He hadn't saved her life…he had failed. He sat at her grave holding a bouquet of her favourite flower…not daisies…not roses…violets, a bouquet of a bunch of perfect violets.

"I loved you…Maka…but now its over. I hope you're happy…"

R.I.P

MAKA ALBARN

Wonderful daughter, friend, mister and lover.

'All things end in Death, yours came to soon…'