Chapter Nineteen
~ Maka ~
The rain hammered against the early morning windows. Water bleeding down the glass and blurring the outside world that sat cold and grey.
And all I could do was watch it as I waited for him - to return to me.
I was without the sound of music to grace my eardrums, and left with the sound of my still heart to sit empty in my chest.
My father hadn't set foot in this building since he left it. Which made it clear how he felt about me, and how he didn't care about me - at all.
Kid was the only one who went out of their way to see me. And part of me forced me to believe that he did it out of sympathy, whilst the other part knew it was because he cared.
What he had told me the night before... it made me feel warm. I just couldn't believe that there was someone else who felt the same way I did. I just couldn't believe it, I couldn't bring myself to believe it.
My toes curled round the edge of the mattress. Feeling everything beneath me press up for a few seconds, to reassure me that the world I was living in - was anything but numb.
The sky continued to cry. Its tears splashing against the glass, and threatening to ruin the paper cranes that rested in front of it.
The hospital was silent. Like everything that rested inside it was still asleep, but I knew that in just a few moments, that silence would be slaughtered.
It was just a few seconds after that the sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, and continued to echo back and fourth down the hall.
The blinds of the hallway window were sealed shut. Disconnecting me from everything and everyone that wished to pass my room in complete silence.
My heart raced in hope that it was him. His feet stumbling back and fourth as he struggled to remember what room it was I sat in.
I was pulled towards the window, by the urge of seeing him again. Every muscle and bone inside me aching with the thought of seeing him - again.
Everything was cold as I moved closer to the window, hearing the beep of machines and the hum of the wires as I placed my fingertips against the metal blinds.
The voice on the other side of the glass belonged to a girl. The high pitch surely to reflect her high cheekbones, and her intimidating laugh haunting my life completely.
The door was pushed open.
"Thank you for your help."
The brown haired girl quickly stepped into the room.
I threw myself backwards against the ground.
She leapt out towards me as fast as she could, gripping hold of my wrist as I hit my head against the wall.
I prepared myself to scream, call for help, yell as loud as I could.
She clasped her spare hand over my mouth. "If you make a single sound..."
Everything was numb.
"I swear to god, I'll kill you."
Her hand tightened round my jaw, her red nails clawing at my face with every second she remained, unanswered.
"Do you understand?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah..."
She kept her hold on me a moment longer, as if the moment she let me go I would scream at the top of my lungs.
But I knew better than to make that mistake.
She stepped away from me, her white boots squeaking as they backed away slowly. The sight of her overpowering presence towering before me.
My throat was tight, as if her hands had somehow managed to wrap themselves around my neck without moving a single muscle.
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breathe.
"What..." I stammered. "What do you want?"
She folded her arms across her chest. "Kid."
I could feel my heartbeat growing faster.
"What?"
"You heard."
My head hurt. "Liz, I..."
"He doesn't need someone like you." She snapped. "Everyone knows he only comes to see you out of sympathy."
Every nerve inside my trembling body stung with the urge to hit her. But as her words formed deeper in my memory, my muscles ached with the forming of depression.
I just longed to crawl beneath the ground, and hide away for the rest of eternity, the rest of my life.
I gritted my teeth. "You're wrong!"
Paint crumbled from the wall behind me as my nails scratched at it's surface. Relying on the tiresome muscles in my arm to carry me away from the ground, as if for once in my life everything around me was weaker than I was.
I wished that could've been right...
"I'm not wrong," she snickered. "I'm anything but wrong."
My heart wouldn't stop racing. It was hurting me, more than the threats, the beatings, the knives. This was a new kind of pain, and I had no idea how to describe it.
She stepped towards me. "Did you really think he liked you?"
Her pathetic face was blurred.
"Did you really think, he could stand to be around you?"
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Aching my arms and forcing me to step a fraction closer to the brown haired bitch that stood in front of me. Her red stained smirk remaining high beneath her snout.
She scoffed, "who would ever life you?"
No.
"Shut up."
No more.
Her extensions ripped within my grasp, and her ribs cracked beneath my own.
She yelped as she hit the ground.
But I didn't stop. "Just, for once in your stupid life, shut up!"
Her hair tangled in my fingers, I pulled her from the ground, slamming her back down towards it repeatedly. Half expecting to watch her eyeballs roll back into her head.
"You little..." she gasped.
She reached up to grab my throat, but before she could, I had hold of hers.
Watching her life fade from her painted lips as my grasp tightened by the second.
The door was thrown open. "Stop!"
The ginger bobbed nurse ran in towards the both of us, her eyes full of nothing but terror as she gripped me by the shoulders.
Two doctors ran in seconds after, immediately eager to grab me by my arms and pull me away.
"Maka!" They exclaimed, "stop!"
But as they proceeded to pull me away, I still urged to rip apart the bleeding girl before me.
The nurse struggled to resuscitate her, bruises forming around her neck already as I was continuously dragged from brown haired bitch.
And with one last pull from the doctor's arms, I slipped free from their grasp.
"No!" I screamed.
They stood still, watching me cautiously as I backed up against the window.
"She's..." I stammered. "She's the bad one!"
I felt the glass beneath my back, the blinds brushing against the top of my head as I tried to proceed closer. To the rain and the world I was kept from.
"Maka..." they said slowly. "We can help you."
My sweaty palms stuck against the glass, the warmth of my skin and the cold from the glass binding together like some kind of pair.
A pair that was destined to be together.
"I'm not crazy..."
They held their hands like they surrendered. "We know."
You don't know.
They didn't know.
As I stepped towards them they stepped away.
I wanted that pair to reunite.
"No..." I sighed.
I needed that pair to reunite.
"You'll never know."
I stepped backwards.
The nurse gasped, "Maka!"
Then, as I threw myself against the glass, I thought I was dead.
Because as I flew through the air for what felt like a minute...
Nothing was real.