A/N: Yay! Another SoMa. I'll continue my other one, but I must write some more! Enjoy. ;)

Disclaimer blah blah blah you know the usual. Don't own it. =D

Maka's POV:

I don't remember why I started doing this to myself. Maybe it was when I found out my Papa was cheating on my mom. Or when my Mother abandoned me for her own good, just to get away from Spirit. Or last, maybe it was the famous Soul 'Eater' Evans. I was head over heels in love with him. Well, the "him" I knew that is. When he and I were best friends. Him and the "cool" crowd, being Soul, Jackie, Kim, Blackstar, Kid, Liz, Patty and Kilik, with their constant mocking and teasing started to get to me when the things they were saying seemed to be true. "Loser," "Flat-chested bookworm," "Dork." Any time I passed them, or part of their posy, the calls were whispered, coughed, or shouted. The one that got to me the most though, was when they'd call me a loner. It was true; I didn't have any friends. I had no one to share my secrets with, no one to tell my fears. No one to help me out of the hole I buried myself in. The closest thing I had to a friend was Tsubaki, Black Star's girlfriend. But even she would jump in on the teasing, just to fit in at times. Blaire also tried to be there for me, but she had to work a lot to help us keep up the rent, and also I didn't want anyone to know I was so weak. So I kept a lot of things from her.

I remember when I started this… addiction; they had been giving me a particularly rough day, spreading rumors that I had sex with my teachers for good grades in return, or that my Papa molested me. Everyone in the hall shoved me down and started laughing at me, throwing my books into the toilets and kicking them down the halls. I ran home as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face. It was the first time I ever missed a lecture.

Desperately digging through our medicine cabinet, I was searching for the Motrin, knowing that enough of them would end this misery. Upon finding them, though, I noticed there were only two left…

"Two wont do anything!" I cried through my sobs, grateful for my Papa's absence. I didn't give up though, continuously looking for SOMETHING. And then, I found her. My savior. With her sweet, sharp edge, and her strong and sturdy handle. I twisted it in my hands, watching my reflection in the blade, and the light glint off it nicely. "This will do." I spoke aloud, and calmly walked over to my Papa's bed. I gently rested the edge on the base of my wrist, a beautiful vain awaiting her exposure. 'There are better ways to end the pain…' I thought, and quietly began to hum a song I had heard from my mother's lips. It didn't have any words, just a gentle melody. (1)

I pressed the knife into my skin as hard as I could, and quickly glided it down my wrist towards my elbow. However, being inexperienced in this, I winced, and jerked my hand away, ruining the perfect line. I tried again, placing it over the same line, but this time slowly slid it down the path I made. It hurt, but I could feel the stress slowly melt away, with the blood continuously oozing out. The feeling made me continue down the trail instead of pulling away this time.

Satisfied with the depth and length of my new cut, I carefully slid off the bed, and sauntered over to the restroom. Quickly rinsing off the blade and my wound, I placed the weapon back where I found it, and walked over to my room. I felt so numb, so out of it. My arm proceeded to bleed, but I didn't care. I just placed some tape atop of it, and walked into my room, collapsing on the bed.

"What time is it?" I mumbled through my pillow, talking to no one in particular. The clock read 5:00 pm. "I'm missing so much class…" I continued, remembering my extra classes in the evening. I turned over onto my back and let my legs dangle carelessly over the edge. I just lay on my bed, not a single thought passing through my head for a while.

I was snapped out of my trance when I heard my Papa opening the door downstairs. 'He doesn't usually get home until 8, have I been laying here for that long?' I rolled onto my side and read the clock, realizing that it was not 8. No, rather, it was 10.

"I'm not even hungry…" I spoke aloud, and pulled the covers up over my body. Entirely drained from the day, I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I slowly came back to the present, where a recent wound was running down my wrist. I could feel it pulsing while I quietly sat in my desk. I recalled how scared I was of someone seeing it the first day, but after the first few weeks, I realized it didn't matter. No one cared about me anyways.

It had been a few months since my first cut, and I was still madly in love with Soul. He was perfect, and charming, and very nice to me when his other friends weren't around. He would tease me in a cute way, and pinch my sides, making me squeal. My heart would throb when I was anywhere in his range, and it would always scream at me,

"Maybe he likes you too!" But I knew much better.

We were currently in the middle of a semester, and just recently finishing the study of resonance and souls, so we had to practice it. Thankfully, Stein was picking the partners, so I wouldn't have to be alone. All my tormentors were in this class, and currently sitting a few rows behind me, shooting paper balls at my head. I knew they would make fun of me more if I didn't have a partner. I decided to listen to the names Stein was calling and ignore the group behind me.

"Kim and Jackie will be partners" I heard them squeal in delight, and start whispering about how they planned on completing their resonance. "Uh… Let's see. Black Star and Tsubaki." He announced, reading over the pairings he had made.

"YAHOOO!" I heard Black Star shout, earning a round of giggles and laughs from the kids in the room.

"Kid, Liz and Patty." He continued, and a couple pats on the back were given to the three. "Kilik with Pot of Fire and Pot of Thunder." I saw the two twins glance at each other, and look around the room confused as to who this "Kilik was" He did the same. "And last… Uh.. Soul and Maka I guess." My face paled, and my body went entirely rigid. I heard them whistling and shouting, telling him they "we're sorry" and "what a shame you didn't get a good partner". My eyes were wide, my palms sweaty, and there didn't seem to be any moisture whatsoever in my mouth. 'Being someone's partner meant… Living with them!' I shouted silently, scared and uncomfortable with having to be so close to him. The bell rang, a few seconds too late to save me from this new misery. 'Why me!?' The students were lining up to each receive their keys and go find their apartments.

I rose, and stiffly marched over to Stein, took my key, and waited outside the door for Soul. The group of people who were my bullies all came out at once chattering loudly, except Soul. They all went silent for a moment and stared at me while they were passing. I gave them a weak smile, not sure what to do with myself.

"Hahaha! Oh my death! Did you see that? What a try-hard!" I heard Liz bellow, forcing everyone to burst into loud laughter. I felt my eyes begin to sting, and my hands shake slightly. The pain was welling up inside me, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. 'No! You have to be stronger. Quit being a baby. You're here to get a job done, not make friends.' I lectured myself, wondering what was taking him so long. I peeked inside to see him and Stein talking intensely, Soul's face glum, and Stein's serious. He handed him the key and sent him on his way.

He was slouching, his head down and hands in his pocket. He nearly walked past me, but had to take a double take to see my clenched jaw, white knuckles, and glassy eyes.

"Hey." He said after clearing his throat, his voice wavering slightly.

"Hi" I whispered back, calming myself with a deep breath and a simple thought, 'You have something waiting at home for you, enjoy your time with Soul!'

"You want to go to our apartment?" He mumbled, seemingly uncomfortable.

"Oh sure. I was going to stop by my house real quick for a few things though first…"

"No problem. We'll stop on the way." He declared, starting off towards the parking lot to his motorcycle. I trailed slightly behind him and to his left, stealing glances at him constantly. We climbed onto the bike and sped off to my home, where I grabbed a few clothes, my knife, toothbrush and jammies, and made our way immediately to the apartment. I liked riding his bike with him, because I got to hold on to him, be near him. He smelled heavenly, his cologne nothing gross or strong like Axe.

Arriving at our building, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and he gestured to door 109.

"Would you like to do the honour?" He questioned

"Sure…" I slipped my key from my pocket and into the keyhole, swinging the door open. "Wow." Was the only word that could escape my lips, standing before our new home.

A/N: (1) The song I was thinking of is called TwentyTwoFourteen by The Album Leaf.

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