Now Soul's suffering from self-harm, it just gets better.

Soul watched the blood as it dripped from his arm to the floor. There was something relaxing about it, something relieving. He continued watching the blood, the drops, dripping one by one off his arm. He watched the blood till it stopped.

"I wish I could escape this hellhole." Soul wanted to cry, but he remembered what Ana said.

"Crying is showing sign of weakness." Soul couldn't help it, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Damn you Soul." He cried again, and then just sobbed. He didn't come out for dinner; he just stayed and cried through the night. Ana walked yo him in the morning.

"Soul, what did I tell you?" Soul looked her way.

"Crying is showing weakness." She nodded.

"Yes so why do you cry?"

"Because I'm weak, and I'm fat for that." She nodded.

"I must go."

"Why do you never stay for more than 5 minutes?" Ana cocked her head.

"Because I have others to tend to."

"I thought I was your only friend." She smiled.

"They all do." She flew out the window, and Soul decided he would leave his room. Two months had passed, and summer was approaching. Soul's weight had again dropped to 89 pounds and was still dropping. Maka started thinking there's a relapse here, and has tried to confront her weapon, but Soul denied it. The single cut on his arm progressed to many, and now his legs were starting to become scarred.

"Soul, are you ready, last day of the last week." He just walked out.

"Hell yeah! Last day of school." He felt happy for some reason, probably cuz he didn't have to hide his disease in front of the teachers anymore. They got to school on time because Soul's bike had been fast, and they caught Blackstar as he was walking in.

"Hey, Blackstar."

"Number 1, number 1, I'm number 1, I'll be number 1 tomorrow to." Maka shook her head.

"Forget it, he's too far into chanting." Soul nodded.

"So, uh… let's find Kid." Maka nodded.

"Sure, let's go." They ran in, and found Kid straightening the same painting that he straightened everyday.

"Hey Kid!." Soul kind of yelled out of excitement. Kid fell down of the ladder. yay! happy part.

"Hey! That hurt, god damnit Soul!" Soul laughed.

"I needed your attention somehow." He felt oddly happy, and it bothered him, but then again one day he was surely allowed to have fun.

"Now look at the painting Soul, it's ruined."

"No it's not, it's just asymmetrical, like your hair." Kid fell to the ground again.

"Oh you're right, I'm just asymmetrical garbage who can't hang a painting or fold toilet paper in a triangle." Patty walked in, as she did she started laughing. Liz followed her.

"Soul, what did you do?" He smirked.

"I sent Kid off on one more tantrum, I mean come one, who does not want to see Lord Death's son freak out over his hair and toilet paper." Liz walked over to Kid and touched his back.

"That's true, but when he does this I have to always comfort him," She waved her hand over his face.

"Look Kid, symmetrical or not you matter, and we need you. You brought us off the street, so please don't act like this." Kid looked up.

"Really?" Patty nodded.

"Yeah really." Then she continued to laugh. Kid got up, and straightened his clothes.

"Well if you say so." Soul looked impressed.

"You actually got him to stand up." Liz laughed.

'Yeah, but it normally takes longer." Kid left.

"You guys are cruel." The others left. Maka ran in.

"Soul! What're you doing in here." Soul laughed.

"Well I could say the whole story but in short I just ruined Kid's day."

"Soul, seriously." Soul nodded at her.

"Well I want to have fun to." Soul and Blackstar played pranks all day, and Soul's excuse for skipping lunch was he was playing a prank on the teachers. He walked into the bathroom, and locked himself in. (You thought the day was gonna be happy, gotcha!)

"You are still not as thin as you were." Soul heard a voice.

"Soul you are making progress, you were once at 107 now you're at 89, good, now try to get to 79."

"I will, don't worry." Ana floated, then disappeared. Soul remembered what food he ate today, and decided that he would vomit. Soul stuck his fingers down his throat, and vomited. He coughed afterwards, and in his hand was some blood.

"Damn it, why?" The blood was black, but there was some regular blood.

"I… what happened why did I cough up blood, I only vomited once," Soul then cried.

"I'm still at 89 pounds and already at failure." He heard someone come in. Soul flushed the toilet, and walked to wash his mouth. It was only Blackstar, thank god.

"Hey Soul." Soul looked up from washing his mouth.

"Oh, hey Blackstar." Blackstar went into a stall. Soul had to cough again, and when he removed his hand from his mouth there was blood.

"Damn it, why is it happening to me." He walked back to Maka. Lunch was almost over when he came.

"Hey Soul, what took you so long." Soul decided to tell Maka about the blood. "I mean she'll think it's just an aftermath." Soul thought.

"Hey, Maka." She looked over.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Well when I was coughing I coughed up some blood." Maka sighed. (Wow, so much sighing.)

"Were you vomiting?" Soul shook his head.

"No." 'Damn how'd she know." Soul thought to himself.

"It's probably an aftermath, we should go tell Stein." Soul shook his head.

"We can tell him during break, I mean we're only gone 6 weeks, for Lord Death needs us." Maka stood up.

"I guess, but if it gets worse we'll tell him immediately, oh by the way lunch is over." They walked out of the room, and behold there stood the holy sword Excalibur.

"Damn it, him." Blackstar walked out behind Soul.

"That guy seriously." Kid just walked out with the Excalibur face on.

"Damn." Maka looked puzzled.

"What's wrong with him?" Soul shook his head a little.

"Oh, you don't wanna know."