Soul Eater: The Next Generation

Chapter 32

Ellie’s POV

I walk into the apartment sluggishly.

“Ellie! How’d it go?” Maisy is rubbing up against my ankles.

“We didn’t get them this time.  Did you miss us?”
“Of course, but I was just about to go over my friend Nikki’s house.  She and I like to take nightly strolls and drink milk together.  Can I go?”

“Ya, why not,” I say, secretly relieved.  I am so tired and frustrated. I don’t want anyone around really.

She prances out the door happily, letting it slam behind her.

“Do you want tea?”

“Yes, Spike, desperately,” I say, smiling slightly.

I walk into the bathroom.  All these thoughts are circling my mind, and nothing is making sense. I splash my face with water to try to refresh and clear my head.  I look up in the mirror, gripping the sink.  All I see in front of me is a failure, who lived the life designed for her by two witches.  I am pathetic.  I lost to them.  Everyone keeps talking about ‘next time’, but how can I face them again, when I feel so defeated this time?

Tears of frustration roll down my cheeks, and I swallow to prevent from screaming.  I hate not being able to things.  I feel so disabled.

I stand like that for ten minutes, until I finally manage to control my tears and calm down.  I rub my eyes and walk out of the bathroom, letting my loose hair fall over my face.

I sit on the couch, tucking my legs underneath me.

On the coffee table there is a steaming cup of tea, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and my iTouch with my Beats.  There is a freshly folded blanket next to me, with a DWMA sweatshirt on top.  My weapon is officially the best one on the planet.

I pull on the sweatshirt, drape the blanket over my legs and put my headphones on.  I blast One Republic and curl up on the edge of the couch.  I close my eyes, drowning out my emotions and thoughts with music. 

I look up for a second to grab my tea.  I see the calendar hanging on the wall.  My eyes dart to the date November 8th.   That’s the date of the school dance. 

I slip out from under the blanket, placing my mug on the table.  The sweatshirt is ginormous on me, and slips off the side of my shoulder slightly.

I shuffle quietly over to Spike’s door and knock lightly.

“Yea?”

I open the door and walk in, immediately plopping down on his bed, where he lays stretched out, shirtless and in plaid pajama pants.

“What is it?”
I close my eyes, leaning backwards, laying on his chest.

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in being my date to the dance in two weeks.”

He smiles, “Of course, I would like to go as your date.”

I close my eyes, “Good.”

He gives me a kiss on the head, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.  He hums some Aerosmith song quietly.  I smile.  I feel so comfortable and safe.  Slowly, the world drifts away and I lose consciousness. 

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