Ok, so this is my last upload until I do this history paper. I plan to finish this history paper my Sunday, the 23rd. I'll try to write inbetween then, but the next chapter is gonna be pretty brief anyway. Please R & R! :)
I opened my eyes to see the Black Room. The jazz record was skipping in the same spot again. Why couldn't my mind fix something so easy? It made no sense, like whenever the demon talked to me.
I looked at the large grand piano and turned away. I didn't want to play right now, it was reminding me too much of Maka. She was in my thoughts too much, and it needed to stop. I wanted to sit down and listen to the jazz, but my legs were moving towards the piano.
"What the fuck," I asked to the empty room.
In response the devil laughed. "Oh, Soul. You understand nothing because you're weak."
I tried to resist against my legs, but it wasn't working. I sat down at the piano and began playing a classical piece I hated so much. My parents loved it though. If the demon wants me to defy everyone, why is he having me behave the way my parents wanted?
I played the same piece again and again for two hours. I looked at the clock on the wall, so I knew. My fingers began to ache and my arms began to feel heavy.
"Will this be your last performance, Soul? Before you hand yourself to me?"
"No I won't do it. You'll never take me."
"Think what you want. Oh, Soul no one is forcing you to play now, but if you stop. You'll die."
I almost paused from shock, but I instead switched the tune to something slow. I could tell the demon was angry with this. He never said I had to play the same song. I'm still playing the piano without stopping, or making a mistake. Him and my father were a lot a like when I thought about it.
They both hated my style of piano playing. They also wanted me to be an impossible version of someone who wasn't even me. They couldn't accept that I was my own person and not their image. I feel like there was only one person who truly understood this feeling, and that was Maka.
I wish she were here. The black blood-like substances began to rise from under the piano, but I couldn't move. It wasn't because of the death threat, but because I had no control over my legs. It was rising faster and I felt myself losing my sanity little by little.
It rose above my fingers, but I could feel my fingers fighting against the blood to keep playing. I wanted to scream for help, but no one would come. It was too late since I was swallowed by the darkness and felt as though I had lost my mind.
I felt myself being pulled up by what seemed to be a thin thread. I heard a voice screaming my name. It sounded gentle, but concerned. I saw a glow envelop around me and the black faded away. I was standing back in the Black Room with the black figure. She had saved me.
"Everything will be okay, Soul," said the figure sweetly.
I saw how the figure was dressed in a black dress, not just cloak. I wanted to pull down the cloak covering her face to see whom this savior was, but I was afraid my mind was playing tricks on me.
I didn't have to time to even try because I felt myself being pulled back towards reality. I slowly opened my eyes to see Maka at my side again. I looked up at her since I was still on the ground and faintly smiled.
She sighed with relief and grinned at me. She pulled me up and sat on my bed with me. She was so perfect, but I couldn't tell her. What would she say if I told her that since she's dating Hiro?
"Hey Soul," Maka asked, squeezing my hand.
"Yeah, Maka?"
"What happened?"
I sighed, "The demon came back, worse than before. He told me before I came here that he would come when I thought everything was normal."
"What's not normal right now?"
"I don't really know," I lied. I hated lying to Maka, but right now it was necessary.
"Soul. I've realized that something's off, but I don't know. What I do know is that everything will be okay."
I widened my eyes and looked up at her. Could it be? Was she the black figure from the Black Room? She looked at me perplexed and asked if I was okay.
"Yeah. I'm fine. It's just before I woke up, a voice told me the exact same thing. Actually it was a figure, but I couldn't see her face."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yeah. She also saved me from myself."
Maka snapped her head up and looked at me wide-eyed. She looked so beautiful with her perfect, green eyes. I felt myself lean closer to her, as if on instinct. It looked as though Maka was moving closer to me too. Maybe I was imagining that.
I realized that I wasn't hallucinating because I felt Maka's hand inch closer to mine, and her body lean forward. I moved closer to her, when there was a bang on the door.
"Yo, Soul. You doing anything right now," asked Black Star.
"No, but give me a minute," I said.
Why the fuck does Black Star have to ruin everything?
"I should be getting back to my room. I have to get up early to eat with Hiro."
Was Maka really serious? I hated myself for what I said next, but it was necessary.
"Look Maka, we can't be hanging out like this anymore. You have a boyfriend, and…" I trailed off.
She knew what I was implying by what just happened and I saw her nod and leave.
After she left, I slammed my fists against the wall and cursed myself for telling her that.
Let me know what you think below. I hate leaving you guys in suspense for a long time. Thank you for the great compliments in the reviews! :) It makes me so happy to see these reviews after I finish long nights worth of homework.
I just finished Code Geass yesterday. IT WAS SO AMAZING! If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. That, Kill la Kill, Shingeki No Kyojin, & Angel Beats are really great. Soul Eater is still so amazing! I convinced a friend to watch it, and he loved it. In response, he gave me a list of 20 animes to watch.. Any way, I feel like I'm going on too much so...
~Sab Out~