Chapter Ten
~ Death the Kid ~
Her blood stained the stretcher they had placed her on. Ounces of it streaming down the sheets and staining her pale washed away cheeks.
Everything was blurred as I stepped outside the darkened house, watching as the day came into contact with my presence and forced itself to become dizzy.
The vehicle in front of the house flashed vibrantly with several colours. Drawing me closer with struggling steps as I watched them place the stretcher in the back of it, watching her as she disappeared from my sight.
She had a mask placed over her face, one that ruined every aspect of her beauty. But the wounds stained upon her wrists were the reason as to why that mask was held there. They were the real cause of such ugliness.
"Sir!" They called out to me. "Sir!"
I could hardly hear them. The echo of water spilling against the floor, and the sound of the door crashing against the bathroom wall was filling itself inside my ears.
Their voices were growing closer. "Sir, can you hear me?"
Her blood swamped itself over my hands as well as my clothes. Trying to drown my existence away in sticky redness, that was once running through her veins.
It was all I could feel. The bloody liquid streaming between my fingers, and catching hold on the fibres of my clothes, staining me - forever.
"Kid!" A recognisable voice was calling out to me.
But it wasn't hers. I hoped to god it was hers, but as they got closer, they got louder.
Soul stood in front of me. Eyes, drenched in terror. "Kid!"
"She..." I hesitated. "I..."
"It's alright, Kid," a paramedic placed their hand on my shoulder. "You saved this girl's life."
Within seconds, the flashing lights were gone and so was Maka. The road in front of the house was empty, with the exception of Soul, myself and my skateboard that lay toppled over against the driveway.