Till Death Do Us Part.

Horror

Soul's POV

I walk in the apartment, it's been a long day. I've been working extra shifts to saw up money for a necklace. It's really quite beautiful, perfect for someone like Maka. If only she knew how I really felt about her. She is beautiful in every way and I love her. Someday soon, when I earn enough to buy the necklace, I will ask her on a date. I will most likely be rejected, but it doesn't matter as long as she knows.

"Maka, I'm home!" I call. I don't hear anything back. She's definitely here because her favorite book is on the coffee table. She doesn't go anywhere without that godforsaken thing. She's probably asleep, I think to myself.

I go to her room, she is so beautiful when she is sleeping, her eyebrows pressed together in the constant worry she has, and her perfect lips slightly parted, like she is kissing in her sleep. The door is open, so I step in. She looks peaceful.

Then I see it. The red stain below her forearm and the eight cuts parallel to her wrist. "MAKA!" I scream, bolting to her bed. I quickly check for a pulse. I find one, but it's slow and shallow. "No, Maka you can't do this to me!" I say, terrified. I grab my cellphone from my pocket and dial Stein's number. It rings four times before he picks up and answers, his voice tired and groggy. "STEIN! MAKA IS ON HER BED BLEEDING OUT. I HAVE A PULSE. I NEED YOU HERE NOW." I shout into the phone.

"Soul? Okay, I will be there in a minute." He replies, very much more alert now.

I sit there with Maka, I have already wrapped a shirt around each arm to slow the bleeding, but with every passing second, her pulse gets weaker and her beautiful face gets paler. I hold her in a cradled position, sobbing into her golden blonde hair for what feels like an eternity before Stein rushes into the room and takes her from me. He runs away with her, no doubt to get her to the hospital. I just stay on the bed, weeping. How could this happen? I could have prevented this. God dammit!!!

I wipe my tears away and see the stack of neat notebook papers next to me. I pick them up and begin to read.