Chapter Nine

~ Death the Kid ~

My skateboard skidded as I braked against the pavement, kicking it up onto her driveway as I ran towards the entrance.

"Maka!" I exclaimed, knocking rapidly against the window.

From what I could see through the window, the room on the other side sat empty and deserted. Dark, quiet and showed no sign of a physical struggle.

I almost gave up hope on finding her, but before I turned to leave I saw the door swing slightly as the wind pushed against it. Pushing it open to reveal her hallway.

And I didn't hesitate to step inside.

~ Maka ~

The sound of the door closing echoed up the stairs, and overpowered the thrash of the water.

But I could no longer concentrate on anything around me in that moment. Because it was then that I was finally doing it.

I was creating my extinction.

~ Death the Kid ~

The house was scarily silent. Every corner was dark and morphed into despair, as if the presence of such depression had affected the entire building I stood apprehensively inside.

Slowly I moved deeper into the room, hearing the creaking floorboards cry beneath my feet with every step I almost struggled to take. But no matter how many times they threatened to break beneath my weight, I continued my search - for her.

There wasn't much within the room I stood in. A tattered red sofa in which sat opposite a TV that came across as being the most well kept thing that sat around me. And a few books that laid dustily as well as lifelessly on a splintered shelf.

The scent of alcohol and cigarettes clouded throughout the darkening room. The grotesque stench causing me to gag as I quickly stepped towards the stairs, as if that were a place within this consuming house that could save me.

And as soon as I placed my foot upon the first step, a bright but yet dark stain was eager to catch my attention.

Blood stained the carpet that rest torn beneath my shoes, the redness of the liquid seeping between the fibres of the material as it desired to bind itself against the house forever.

Within seconds that stain had forced my heart to race, and force me running up the stairs.

"Maka!" I called. "Where are you?"

As the silence progressed, my heartbeat only quickened, to the very point where I was afraid it was going to explode out of my chest.

But as I threw myself up the last step to see more red liquid bound against the floor, my heart was already crawling into the depths of my throat.

My lips quivered. "Maka!"

The sound of rushing water was all I could hear. Water hitting hard against the ground, and spilling from the surface it could no longer rest against.

Without thinking, I darted towards the bathroom, watching already as the carpet beneath my feet grew darker as water seeped out from beneath the door.

"Maka!" I slammed my fists hard against the wood. "Open up!"

I couldn't hear her. I could only hear the sound of my trembling voice and the echo of the banging I created against the bathroom door. And with every second those bangs were left thundering around me - the water was growing deeper.

Placing my shoulder against the wooden door, I didn't hesitate to throw my weight against it, eager to break through.

"Maka!"

Again, the weight of my body collided with the door, feeling it crack beneath my shoulder as the force of the wood pushed me away once more.

Water continued to drown away the ground beneath me. Soaking up almost every inch of despair that rested within the building around me. And as the splash of the heavy liquid colliding with the ground proceeded to echo, so did my heart.

I gritted my teeth. "Answer me!"

Then as my hands angrily clenched themselves into fists at my chest, I threw my shoulder into the door one final time - and it was forced open.

I collapsed against the surface of the flowing water. Feeling every ounce of it desire to take away my body, and part me a great distance from the green eyed girl.

She lay there lifeless. Bleeding. Drowning. Dying.

My breath was stripped from me. "No, Maka!"

My arms shook drastically as I pushed myself from the ground, feeling them tense up with anger as I dived to the side of the bath she were suffocating in.

The water around her was gradually turning red. The blood that streamed from the jagged wounds across her wrists was slowly dyeing both herself, as well as her surroundings.

I struggled to turn the taps off, feeling my hands desire to slip as they gripped onto the metal handles.

Within a terrifying instant, the water had stopped spilling from the tap, but it didn't disappear from her cold, weakened body.

"Maka!"

Water spilled against the floor as I quickly threw my arms around her to pull her out, watching her face grow paler by the second, as if it were caused by the amount of blood that was shed against the ground.

I grabbed the nearest towel to me, not hesitating to wrap it tightly around the both of her cut up wrists. But as I hoped it would prevent her wounds from bleeding any more, the whiteness of the towel just soaked up into nothing other than - red.

"Please," I could hardly breathe. "Open your eyes!"

Her eyes remained closed as I held her face in my palms, holding her delicately like I trusted her to hold herself up. But, there was no existence of a single response within that moment I watched her.

My lower lip trembled drastically as I felt the presence of a tear stain itself upon my cheek. Feeling the cold trickle down my skin as I watched her, slowly fading - from this world.

Quickly, I gripped my phone, without hesitating to remove it from my pocket. And as fast as I possibly could, I unlocked it and punched in the emergency number.

"Hello, how can I help?"

"Ambulance..." I sniffed down the line. "Quickly, she's dying..."

Tapping of a keyboard echoed down the line. "What's your location?"

I stammered, "27... Fairwell Lane, Death City..."

"Okay," she said. "They're on their way."

"Please," I choked. "She can't die..."