Hi guys, this is a SoMa ship and it's sorta heavy in the beginning, so if your not into that, keep going on with your depression-less day ;)

Also sadly I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER

Chapter 1: Acceptance

By: Blackblood15

It had been years since I had seen my mother. People would use to say that she would come back one of these years, but I had learned to accept the fact that she's gone. I overheard my father talking about her death with my principle as he was enrolling me in school. I wasn't supposed to be listening but it's easy when you are invisible. To blend in with the crowd and become one with the silence.

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I had my daily routine, which was just home to school, repeat. So, I kept to myself and tried my best not to disturb my father during my studies. Life had been rough for the Albarn family, after the death of my mother, Papa turned to the drink and had developed anger issues. I was now 15 years old and had learned to cope with the physical and verbal beatings that came almost every day. Fighting back tears as to not show weakness and biting my tongue till I tasted blood, so I wouldn't scream. Covering bruises with any long-sleeved article of clothing I could find. Never letting anyone know because of the fear that he would do something worse than the present.

I am now walking down the hallway of my school in leggings, and a white button down with a yellow sweater vest over it. The heat overwhelming, but the thought of showing my new fresh wound made me shiver. I look at the clock and color leaves me as I see that it is almost 2:00. I watch the arm quickly make its way to the last dark numbers and dread consumes me. The roar of the bell rings inside my head. Everyone stands to leave, and I remain seated, and as slow as possible put away my last graded quiz which has a neatly printed 100 percent in the left-hand corner with a small smiley face next to it. I lift my bag and give a somber smile to my teacher as I leave. The grey clouds in the sky suggest rain and I quickly pull my umbrella out of my bag. Lifting it up higher to make sure it covers my blonde pigtails correctly.

I walk the 2 blocks it takes to get to my house and reluctantly turn the knob. The overwhelming smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafts in my face as I scan the area. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize Spirit is not home. I check my watch and see it is now 2:30. I run up the stairs and step into my barren room. A small twin sized bed in a rusty frame sits in the corner of the room with a matching miniature desk with a dining room chair placed beside it. I place my bag on the floor, close the door and sit on the bed. Closing my eyes and imagining the black I see to become my reality. Feeling my chest rise and lower till I can count how many beats per minute. When I hear the door of my bedroom creak open my heart speeds up. Until I am no longer seeing the peaceful black but my papa standing in the doorway with a cynical smile.

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I had started cutting a year into the suffering and soon it became an addiction. It had come to the point where I would smile at times through the day just by the thought of the cold blade. This pain worked as a tool where it would take my mind off of something much much worse. If I could endure this, I would be able to get stronger. I would go home every Friday, take it, then cut.

Today was Friday but I had no intention to cut today. I was through with it and didn't want to feel anything anymore. In the morning I swiped my fathers' pills and shoved them in my backpack. Went to school as if it was a normal day and there was no change. Each teacher would ask me if I was okay or sick, because I looked pale. I did my homework in free period and skipped lunch, so no one would see how I would eat nothing and sit alone again. Same old. Last period was biology and my eyes were brighter then normal. The teacher grinned at me and said

"Maka, you sure are in a good mood today, have anything planned after school". I stared at her and relaxed my face and simply nodded.

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The bell rang, and I stared at the ground as I walked. The rules say no student who isn't enrolled in extracurricular activities should be on campus after hours. Today is my first day breaking a school rule. I picked the nicest bathroom in school and waltzed in the happiest I have ever been.

It was this moment where I was in control and I was leading my own path for the first time. It had occurred to me that by tomorrow morning one lucky student would see my body in here and have a difficult choice to make. To leave me here or tell someone. And I think of it as a sort of revenge for those who never saw the invisible girl before, were going to see her now.

Hope you guys like it! Have an incredible day!... ps. Sorry to make spirit all bad and such a terrible person, he's really one of my favorite characters (then again all of them are my favorite) anyway thanks for reading!