My Name is Haley (soul eater fanfic)

Chapter 4

Kid and I walked, I wasn't sure where though.

"Where are we going?" I ask him

"To Death Mansion, my house."

"Why...?"

"So we can clean these cuts."

"No, they're fine."

"No. They're not." He insisted. I stopped talking. I guess I should clean them. I haven't cleaned them in a bit. I just don't have the time.

He helped me walk to his house. It was pretty far away. My arm hurt, my wrist hurt, and my head hurt. Everywhere my dad cut me hurt.

We eventually got the Death Mansion. He took me to the living room, and sat me ok the couch.

"I'll be right back. I have to get some stuff for your arm."

"O-ok." I watched him a he walked away. I heard some voices in the other room.

"Liz, Patty, I'm going to need you to get some washcloths."

"Why....?" I heard a girl's voice say

"K!" I heard a cheerful voice. It was another girl.

"I found this girl on the sidewalk. She has many bad cuts."

"How did she get them?" I heard the first girl say.

"Well, she sad her father made the cuts." I heard both the girls gasp.

"Oooooh k! Well get them for you, Kid!" The bubbly voice said.

The girls got the washcloths and came into the living room, where I was. I looked at them quickly, then looked down.

They appeared to be sisters. Twins maybe? Though they didn't look alike. They both wore the same red top, white tie, and cowboy hat. They wore different pants. The smaller of the two wore shorts, that were quite puffy. As the taller one wore pants. They also wore black boots. They had different hair colors and lengths.

"I'm Liz." The taller girl said. She was the one that questioned Kid about the washcloths. "And this is Patty." He tipped her head toward her sister. Patty had been the bubbly voice.

"So....what happened?" Liz asked me.

"Uh......" I didn't exactly want to tell her. Three people already knew. That's enough. I don't want everyone knowing.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to." She said.

"Ok." I look over to see Patty looking at my arm.

"Patty!" Liz groaned.

"Sowwy!" She stopped and giggled.

Kid came in eventually with several bottles. I never had known there was so much stuff to clean cuts with. I don't know the names of any cleaning stuff anyway. I looked at all the bottles.

"Ready to clean those cuts?" Kid asked me.