An Unexpected Twist

The Warning

Soul sat in the waiting room, waiting for the verdict. He was beyond tired, but he refused to let himself drift off. Finally the doctor came out, his clothes bloody. Soul jumped to his feet, suddenly wide awake.

"How is she?"

"She's sleeping at the moment."

Soul sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Do you know where all the blood came from?"

His voice is almost tentive. A rare occurrence for Soul. Almost nonexistent. The doctor gives him a strange look, like he couldn't believe Soul was asking that question.

"She has deep lacerations on both her wrists. She was lucky she didn't die from blood loss."

It took a few moments for the words to sink in. When they did, Soul felt like he'd been hit in the face with a steel beam. The doctor was implying Maka had hurt herself. At first Soul wanted to believe that those perverted bastards had done it do her. But by the way Maka had been acting ever since her mother's funeral, Soul knew she was the one who had done it. Those bastards had just finally pushed her over the edge.

"When can I see her?"

"She'll be released tomorrow. You'll have to wait until then."

Soul nods and the doctor goes back through the doors he came through. Soul leaves the hospital, his thoughts churning. He never took Maka for someone that would do this. He was still shocked that she had to be honest. He felt guilty that he hadn't been there sooner. Maybe he would've been able to stop her before she had done it.

Soul wasn't paying attention to where he was going as he walked, so when Black*Star approached him, they ran right into each other.

"Dude, watch where you're walking! I know it's hard to resist a star like me, but show a little restraint Soul."

Black*Star laughs, causing Soul to groan. He didn't need Black*Star's bullshit right now. Black*Star looks at him, his laughter fading away.

"You look like kinda pissed Soul. What's up?"

"It's none of your business Black*Star."

"Oh c'mon Soul. Spill. I am your best friend after all. I'm sure your little problem can be easily solved by a big star such as myself."

Black*Star gives him a cocky grin, Soul rolling his eyes. Black*Star seriously annoyed him sometimes.

"Like I said before, it's none of your business. And I don't need your help."

"Trying to be macho won't work with me Soul. C'mon, tell Black*Star what's wrong."

Soul just ignores his friend, walking away. There's no way in hell he was gunna spill his guts to Black*Star. He continues to walk as Black*Star continues to pester, only telling Black*Star that he needs to back off several times. Finally Black*Star wanders off, getting distracted by a couple of cute girls passing by. Soul would've been with him not so long ago, but now he was too distracted and weighed down by thoughts of Maka.

•••••••

It was Monday morning. Maka walked through the school halls, eyes on the floor. Despite that she had worn long sleeves, Maka was afraid that people would see the bandages. As she thought about them, shame coursed through her. Never in a million years would she had thought that she'd sink so low. In fact if someone had suggested it, she would've laughed. Now things were different.

The day passed by in a blur for Maka. People pretty much ignored her like they always did, which Maka was glad for. At the end of the day, Maka was still at her locker after everyone had pretty much left. Not that she minded being alone. She closed her locker, being assaulted with the appearance of two girls when she turned. She didn't know the two, but she knew they were upperclassmen and popular on top of that. The way they stood and dressed screamed as much. Maka hefted her bag up onto her shoulder, wary of the two. Whatever they wanted couldn't be good.