Pulse (A Soul Eater Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

A/n: Warning: i have no filter. Sorry if anything in this chapter, or any other, is offensive. Love you guys! Enjoy!

My mind seemed to shut off. Everything came crashing down around me. I found myself leaning against the closed door, no longer separating her from me. Ignoring the as symmetrical way her hair splayed over the pillow, I raced to the white bed and threw myself to her, enveloping her slim form in my arms.

I do my know how long I stayed there, feeling something truly painful for once in my life. Her skin was cold against mine. Soon, my eyes became heavy and I drifted off to oblivion.

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Amelia's POV

Finally, I felt the darkness overtake me. Finally, I would be able to atone for my sins. The last thing my brain registered was someone's arms.

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No. No no no. I failed. Again. What did I do wrong? I made sure no one was around to find me. It must have taken longer than I thought.

I felt a weight on my stomach. I fought for my eyes to open. Kid? Little did I know, I spoke that put loud, causing him to startle awake.

"Amelia! I thought you were gone! I thought I had lost you..." the last bit was spoken quietly.

"What the blood soaked pagan hell do you want?" I snarled. I failed. Anger and disappointment coursed through my veins. I would probably never get a chance to try again, Kid being Lord Death's son and all.

"I just wanted to know if you were alright," Kid answered me, his voice small and strained.

"I'm fine. Get off me," I ordered him. He seemed to forget the position he was in and quickly scrambled out of the room. When I felt certain he was gone, I slipped out from under the crisp sheets and padded out of the room into the hallway. From there, I crept back to my room, still in my sweatpants and tank top from earlier. Surprisingly, I didn't run into anyone. Classes must be in session.

My bed welcomed me back to my sad little room. Matches scattered across the floor where they had fallen from the box. I gathered them all where they belonged and placed them back in my drawer. I was too tired to do anything. I tripped over myself and fell onto my bed. Darkness enveloped me once again as I fell into a deep sleep, hoping I wouldn't have to wake up again.

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A/n: sorry this is so short. It's easier for me to write shorter chapters so I can update more often. Sounds good, yeah? Good.

I learned something this week. Well, more like two somethings.

1) I cannot draw to save my life. Sorry Donovan, I completely mangled Cecil's tattoos.

2) Boys suck. I apologize to my readers of the male affiliation, but the guys I know suck. Especially one in particular. Damn this teenage girl thing. I suggest not trying it.

Stay flamboyant!

~ Chloe