Chapter Two
~ Maka ~
Within the corner of my room, the darkness began to close in. Every shadow, twisting and turning as they reached out to get me. As they reached out to pull me into the pit of consumption.
My fingers gripped at the hairs on my scalp, tugging and pulling as they clung onto my flesh like a moth to a flame. But no matter how hard I pulled, I couldn't pluck them from my body.
I was terrified. Beyond, terrified.
My wrists had been clawed at by the air, as well as my nails. The world around me wasn't the only thing that was trying to consume me.
I was too...
"Maka!" His angry fists hammered themselves on my bedroom door. "Open this door right now!"
The sound of his slurred and suffocating words forced me to tremble within the grasp of my own destructive hands.
Once again his fists thundered. "I swear to god I'll knock it down, Maka!"
"One, two, three, four." I breathed deep. "One, two, three, four."
Every number that brushed past my lips soothed my world into silence. Every time I counted I was able to gain control with everything that existed with inside of me.
"Maka!"
"One, two," the night was growing darker, "three, four."
The thunder echoed all around me.
"Open up!"
"One, two, three, four."
And the rain was falling from my eyes.
~ Death the Kid ~
The sky was growing dark. The sun was slowly being replaced by the existence of the moon and the stars were bursting to life from every corner of the sky.
I sat in my favourite tree. The slanted one in the corner of the park, my favourite and the easiest to climb since I was only six years old. As the years had gone on, it was a lot easier to get higher in the tree, so right then I sat near the top.
The treetops above me swayed delicately in the breeze. Leaves snapping from their branches, only to float gracefully towards the deserted ground and lay there lifelessly until the wind picked up once more.
I couldn't help but sit there, and picture her eyes. Those beautiful tear stained emerald eyes that stared at me with such shock and confusion but yet fear at the same time.
Her eyes were all I could think about.
The wind tugged at my hair for the seconds I remained high up in that tree. My hair weaved itself across my face, staining my skin with strands that cracked cross my flesh.
I tipped my head back to face the night. "Who are you...?"
~ Maka ~
The blood that stained my mouth stuck my lips together, forcing a great deal of agonising pain to strike at my face once I ripped them apart, only managing to create a new trail of blood to stream down my chin.
My body ached with cuts and bruises. Everything burning and throbbing as I struggled to push myself to my feet, my legs threatening to snap and crumble as I did so.
As I stood fully, I could feel the faint hammering of fists against my skull - the remembrance of what happened the night before.
And as it all came crashing back - I came crashing down.
Eager to grasp a hold of something, I gripped hold of the bookshelf opposite, just before my legs gave in.
That's when the shelf came tumbling down on top of me.