Symmetrical Scars

1) Optimistic Pessimist

Rewrite: I warn you now, this revision of Fix You is gloomily pessimistic.

I do not own Soul Eater or any other the characters described with the exception of Raina Nocere and Jace Finis.

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Symmetrical Scars

Tears are pouring down my face as I feel his fist making impact with my body over and over. But I don't scream- I've learned better than to scream by now. It's not like there's anyone around to help me. Or even anyone who would help me.

Instead, silent sobs emit from my throat as my flesh tints to dark blues and purple. I struggle to support myself on my battered legs- he'd hate it if I fell down.

Because he stills loves me.

He loves me so much, so he puts me through this torture day after day. So I won't leave him. It doesn't matter anyway, bruises aren't permanent, and neither is he.

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I sit up quickly in bed.

It was just a dream.
It's too bad I woke up into another nightmare.

My name is Raina Nocere, and I'm doing just fine. Or, at least that's what I'll tell you. Don't be upset though, it's just what I tell everyone else, it wouldn't be fair if I only told you. Let's see, um- I have long light brown hair, and blue eyes, they almost look like ice, at least they do to me. Hm, last time I checked, I'm 4'11", and so close to five feet tall. So I'm pretty short, but it doesn't really matter.

I rub my fingers into my temples, attempting to rid myself of my pounding headache. I really should start drinking more water, or at least try to stop crying as often.

Sighing, I turn my head to look at my meister, Jace Finis, who's sleeping on the other side of the bed from me. He insists on it, he says it makes us closer and improves our soul resonance. I think it's weird, but he'll always find some way to convince me to let him sleep in here.

I take a quick glance at the clock; 6:00 am.
Perfect timing!

I turn towards my meister and carefully shake him awake. "Jace, hey... It's time to get up... We'll be late for school..."

"Wake me up with a kiss next time, would you?" He replies with a sleepy groan, sitting up in bed.

I giggle lightly, "Sorry, I forgot."
No I didn't.
"I'll try to remember tomorrow."
No I won't. I won't forget, I never do. But there's no way I'll be waking him up with a kiss.

"You better." He says playfully, and I shudder as he ruffles my hair.

I play it off and giggle again before painfully hopping out of bed and grabbing some clothes out of my dresser. Hm- how about my dress and a cardigan?

Jace leaves and goes off into his old room as he calls it- because he's pretty much living in mine. I walk into my bathroom and change into my ankle-length, flowy black dress, and my long-sleeved, also black cardigan.

I know Jace likes it better when I wear black, it attracts less attention to me.

I slowly pull open my makeup drawer, trying not to agitate the fresh bruises from yesterday, and I take out my concealer and mascara like always. I apply the concealer generously to any marks on my face, hiding them from the world. Because we wouldn't want anyone else getting hurt, right?

Then I put on a bit of mascara, and viola-

I... Look like I'm going to a funeral- even my eyes look dead. Sighing and smiling weakly at my reflection, I trudge out of my bathroom and into my kitchen to get breakfast ready.