Chapter Eight

~ Maka ~

I slammed my bag against the carpet, watching as it toppled over and spilt utter emptiness across my room. The silence of the thud it created echoing all around me.

The house sat empty, leaving me stranded on the inside as I raced around my room, clutching and pulling at my hair, screaming and breaking on the inside as well as out.

My knees landed hard against the carpet, piercing pain striking at my legs as the thump proceeded to echo throughout my body. Bringing me such agonising pain as I leaned towards the floor.

I screamed as loud as I could, and for as long as I could. Holding my head tightly as if to block myself out and prepare me for my own extinction.

"I hate you!"

I yelled at myself, every word that almost subconsciously spilled from my lips was directed at myself. Portraying my own personal hate for everything I am and ever will be.

"Why..." I whispered. "Why can't I just be normal...?"

Tears dribbled down my cheek, and bled towards my chin. Streaming across my skin like a spreading fire, suffocating my entire agonising body.

"You're just a freak..."

My heart was racing, tripping even, stumbling in my chest with every breath I wished I wasn't taking.

I breathed deeply. "No one will ever love you..."

~ Death the Kid ~

The wheels of my skateboard skidded across the concrete. My earphones swung from around my neck as I kicked faster of the ground, feeling the rush of the wind try to push me back again.

Cars beeped as they drove past, skidding to avoid crashing with my body, cursing and yelling as they caught up with my speeding presence.

My heart raced in my chest. I was determined to find her and prevent her from doing anything completely reckless. But I was scared about where she was, whether or not I could find her, or even if someone else had found her before I did.

"Get out the road, jackass!" A man yelled from his car window, "you'll get yourself killed!"

I kicked faster, pushing myself away from his vehicle altogether, speeding through town as I did so. Almost tearing up the concrete as I anticipated Maka's safety.

The corner of the town came into view, watching as the tall buildings vanished into small houses, and the roads disappeared into paths.

I watched as the lamp post on the pavement came towards me, feeling myself already reaching out towards it as I grew closer.

I grasped it in my palm and used it to guide me round the corner of the road, feeling its slipping metal threaten to slip from my grip.

But I continued down the deserting road, feeling my heart beat faster as she was still no where in sight. No where to be seen.

My phone buzzed from inside my pocket, continuously humming against my leg as I continued my journey to Maka's safety.

Despite my fear of falling from my board, I quickly fished it from my pocket, watching as Soul's name flashed across the screen, over and over.

As soon as I answered, Soul's voice was eager for my reply. "Kid!"

"Soul," I repeated.

"I've just seen Liz," he explained. "What the hell, dude? You can't go threatening a chic like that!"

I kicked off the ground, "I don't have time for this, Soul."

"What," he sounded concerned. "Why?"

My throat felt tight. "I can't find her."

He was silent for a second. "Who?"

"Her," I stammered. "Maka."

He hissed from the end of the line. "For god's sake, Kid!"

I kicked off the ground again, feeling myself struggle to remain balanced against the board, as if the world around me desired to kidnap me from her. From what I feared might be the struggle for her survival.

"Enough with this shit!" He exclaimed, "you don't need her!"

I sighed, "maybe."

I watched as I made my way towards an alleyway.

"But I can't help but feel that she needs me."

I jumped the curb. And watched as every brick blurred as I sped past it.

Soul breathed deep. "Try her house."

~ Maka ~

Water filled up quickly in the bathtub. Millions of water droplets hammering against the surface of the liquid I longed to bury myself beneath.

But I intended for it to flood every single one of my surroundings, and take me down with them. I wanted to be consumed by something that had never consumed me before.

I stumbled downstairs, drunk with pain and regret for never putting extinction to myself before. But I swore that was the time it would finally happen.

The kitchen floor was stone cold against my bare feet. Stinging with the icy pain of standing, and not yet giving up. But in that exact moment, I was slipping on the verge.

The draws in front of me blurred as I stepped closer to them, feeling the tears slip from my eyes more than I needed them to.

"...freak of a friend."

I sighed deeply as I gripped the draw handle in my hand, feeling the weight on my shoulders practically fall to my arms and force myself to pull open the draw to the shinning silver blades.

And the drunkard inside of me, forced me to grasp one in my possession.