Our Psychotic Love

Introduction

Chapter 1

Maka's POV

I'm Maka Albarn and I live a very sad and depressing life. For starters, I'm 14 years old and I think very suicidal, I have no friends, not even a meister but I stay in the EAT class due to my intelligence. Today, I'm here hidden from reality. Hidden from my pathetic life and especially from my father. I'm here at the park outside of the DWMA. Here with a pocket knife. I come out here every single day to cut myself. To cut my wrist because it makes me feel good. It makes me closer to death. I always wanted to be loved, at least that's what I thought before my father and mother got divorced. Now, my father just acts like an arrogant fool. As I cut myself I see blood oozing from my left and right wrist. Even though it hurts like a bitch, I still manage to enjoy it. Why must I feel like this you may ask. Well, you're about to find out.

Death the Kid's POV

Hey, I'm Death the Kid. For short, most people call me Kid. I'm 15 years old. I'm what people call me, Lord Death's son. I live the most depressing life that anyone could imagine. I'm sad and lonely. That's what I've been most of my life. I don't even feel like my father's son because he says he's too busy to be with me. I'm like the forgotten child. Anyone who knows me knows that my mother left because she didn't want to be with me nor my father. My father says she was obsessed with symmetry and left because I wasn't symmetrical. You see I have three white lines on my right side of my hair but none in the other. That for her wasn't symmetry but I don't blame her, I'm obsessed with symmetry as well. So she left. I hate her for leaving I could have had a better life but no she decided to leave me with my father. A father who doesn't even acknowledges his own son's presence. So you see I'm here at the graveyard planning my death. Writing on a blank gravestone that has yet to be used, and that will soon say "Death the Kid took his own life because he felt forgotten and unloved. P.S blame his father." I normally cut myself with a pocket knife or a sharp blade. But today I decided to use pieces of broken glass. I cut my wrists both left and right a few times. Since I'm a grim reaper my body rejects any poisonous or dangerous substances. And can also heal pretty fast. So after I cut myself I see blood coming out for a few seconds but then it's gone. Like if it never happened. I look at my watch it's 5:30 in the afternoon. So I get up and decide it's time to go back to the mansion. While walking back I notice a girl with pigtails. Her hair is a dirty yet bright type of blonde. I look at her while walking. Her head is facing the ground and I can clearly see her bloody sleeve. I wonder if she might have gotten hurt or just cut herself on purpose. But why? As I pass her I don't say anything. This might just be the beginning of something new.

Author's Note:
I know this story may be a little dark or a bit too much but bare with me. This was just a story slash plotline I wrote out of nowhere and hoped it turned out good. So please let me know if you like it and I'll do more. Have a wonderful day.
-Coolgirl425