Chapter Six

~ Death the Kid ~

The wind caressed itself against my cheek as I sat in my tree. My hair trying to be the death of me as it attempted to pull me backwards from the branch.

My knuckles pinched with pain as I clenched it and then unclenched my hand repeatedly. Feeling my fists desire to let go as I watched the wounds against my fingers rip open once again.

And with every painful second that passed me by, all I could think of was her face as she watched me defend her breaking body. The way she watched me with her eyes of tears and never ending suffocation, it was all I could think about.

My earphones threatened to pluck themselves from my ears as the wind grew stronger. Threatening to leave me stranded in silence whilst I sat there, twiddling with my bruising hands.

She was somewhere out there, most probably alone, probably contemplating her decision to be happy or not. But at least she wasn't dead.

~ Maka ~

Water crashed down above my head. Each individual water droplet intending to crack at my skull as it fell from the head of the shower.

I wrapped my arms tight around my fragile body, feeling the pinch of my nails grip at my arms as I struggled to fight the decision to be happy.

I pictured my saviour. The black haired, golden eyed boy that had harmed those who had harmed me, and pulled me to the safety of a bus journey home.

The water from above me forced the blood to detach itself from my pale skin, causing the water from beneath me to gradually turn red and float delicately towards the drowning drain.

I felt the water run beneath the soles of my feet, trickling beneath my skin and sending shivers up and back down my spine.

"Kid..." I said softly.

His name sounded soft against my mouth, like just his name were a shield that was able to protect me from everything and anything. And bring me such comfort, within the presence of my own home.

Everything stung, my fresh wounds, as well as my old ones. With every drip that sunk itself inside my cuts, pain was created inside every single one of my veins.

But thanks to him, I was okay.

~ Death the Kid ~

The walk home was peaceful. The moon as well as the presence of the stars shimmering down on my existence soothed me to feel something I had never experienced before, and for one of the first times in my life, I didn't feel angry.

My A Day To Remember t-shirt gripped at my body tightly as it was tugged by the wind. As if the world around me was trying to rip me apart within seconds. But still, I didn't feel angry.

The street lights above me flickered, shunning everything into darkness for only a second, before light was returned to my surroundings.

By now Soul had phoned four times, and every single one of them was left to be answered by voice mail. I knew exactly what it was that he wanted to say, and I wasn't ready to hear it.

Both him, as well as the entire school would have heard about Black*star, myself and Maka. Rumours about what happened would have broke loose and spread throughout the school corridors. And of course - Maka will be forced to take the majority of the blame.

Then as soon as the thought of her being pushed down even more because of what happened filled my mind, that's when I felt the flames of anger rage up inside me.

My phone hummed from my jeans pockets.

Without thinking, I grabbed it and placed it to my ear. "What?"

"So you finally answered then?" Soul questioned.

I bit my lip. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what the hell happened!" He exclaimed. "Cause' Liz's telling everyone that Maka lashed out on both you guys."

I gritted my teeth, feeling the threat of them breaking inside my mouth.

Soul sighed, "and I'm guessing that's not what happened."

"No..." I breathed deeply. "That didn't happen."

The wind was growing quiet, whispering all around me, clawing at my body. And with every ounce of silence, anger was reining over me.

"You gonna tell me what did happen?" His voice was full of concern and nothing more.

I remembered why I trusted him. "It was Black*star, he was beating her behind the History corridor."

He understood almost immediately. "So you lost it, grabbed her and ran?"

"Yeah..." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "That's what happened."

~ Maka ~

I stepped out of the bathroom, eager to feel the cold air brush against my bare skin. My flesh was burning with the heat of the suffocating water, forcing my insides to turn in every existing direction.

My nails dug at the towel hanging from around my chest, covering every inch of my breaking body. Blonde cracks weaving across my damp cheeks, intending to shatter my appearance into meaningless dust.

Everything ached as I struggled to take my next step, leaning against door frames to prevent myself from falling. Breathing deeply like I was on the verge of non existence.

My legs wavered beneath me, my bones threatening to snap from the pressure of continuing in this suffocating world. All I wanted - was to fade.

But I couldn't stop myself from tumbling to the ground.