A/N- This is my first FMA fanfic, so if I get some things wrong, please correct me.

Disclaimer- I don't own any Full Metal Alchemist characters, or any episodes, or the show, for that matter.

Summary- Ed and Winry were never much of a couple, but what would happen if Ed found out she'd turned to cutting herself? And what's with that weird voice?

Chapter 1- Obsession

Just look at him...

Winry looked upwards at the short blonde alchemist, just a few yards away from her, standing there with his brother Al, who had his new body. At least those two were perfectly happy, Winry thought.

Doesn't it make you want to kill someone?

And it did. Though Winry didn't want to admit it, she was agreeing with this strange new voice inside of her head. It started having strange conversations with her just a mere few days ago, when she was having a horrible time getting over the fact that Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist, Dog of the Military, childhood friend, and the one person she had actually believed she could have a future with, was entirely uninterested in her.

He'll see someday... Someday soon. You mean him no harm.

Oh but she did. She wanted to do so many things do Edward, some horrible, and some wonderful, but all in all, she just really wanted to be with him. Her thoughts were heavy, and a strong wind somehow managed to knock them out of her. Though she was content with the fact that she could just stare at Ed, she knew inside, that she wanted more.

"Hey Winry! You gonna get the new measurements on my automail or what?" Ed's voice rang out over the distance. But that's why he was there, wasn't it? To get his automail fixed and to leave Winry alone again, with only her grandmother, for so long. She felt underappreciated as she answered.

"Yeah, just... Come inside the house."

You don't want him there. Don't bring him inside.

Winry ignored the voice and showed Ed on to the couch, where he plopped down as Winry went to fetch the measuring tape. Al sat down next to him, and they went into a conversation on how Resembowl hadn't changed at all while they'd been gone. Of course not, Winry thought to herself. The only change was that those two had left, and over the years, she'd been losing her mind. Maybe the process was slow, but it was taking it's toll on the poor girl.

Finally, after a few more seconds of mindless searching, Winry located the measuring tape and returned to Ed and Al. Ed, who was starting to get a little impatient, was drumbing his fingers on the coffee table in front of him. He gave Winry a huge grin when she walked back into the room.

Doesn't he just annoy the hell out of you? I know you want to hurt him...

"No..." Winry said quietly to herself, settling down next to Ed as he rolled up the sleeve of his huge red trenchcoat. "Ed..." Winry inspected Ed's automail with delight, though it didn't show through on her face at the moment. "You really should learn to take better care of your arm. It's starting to lose it's shine."

"Honestly, is that all you care about? How shiny something is?" Ed joked. Winry didn't take it as one.

If he's bothering you, just take your wrench, haul off and smack him upside the head. It would make a huge difference.

It would, but Winry decided against it. "No, Edward, I care that the mechanisms in your arm are working, although it does look a bit nicer when they're shiny. For someone who has to live with automail for the rest of his life, you certainly don't seem to put much thought into making it look nice." Ed snorted at her comment, and looked to Al for some support. Al gave support, alright, but to the opposing Winry.

"Maybe she's right, brother... You really should take better care of it." Al's long, blonde ponytail was tossed around as he turned his head immediately to the right, to ignore whatever Ed's next comment would be.

Ed's face wore a disgusted expression. "I'd really think you'd be more respectful to me after I restored your body, don't you?" Al sighed. Winry finally finished with Ed's arm. "How much is it gonna cost?" Ed asked sadly, looking towards the ground.

Everything...

"I'm not ready to make an estimate quite yet, but I only have to repair your arm, not make a new one. So, not a whole lot..."

Think of what you're saying. You could charge him so many things...

She could have, but she didn't. "I'll work on it tomorrow... It's getting late." It was only four in the afternoon, but Ed dismissed the conversation without being too worried. Winry would usually have already had his arm yanked off, and would have been to work, at her desk, repairing the automail and shining it to its fullest potential. Something was wrong with her, and Ed didn't notice. Al did, however. "If you'll excuse me..." Al would have stopped her, but she went running out of the room, full speed, up the stairs, into the bathroom, where she slammed the door behind her.

"Calm down, Winry..." She told herself, breathing deeply as she collapsed to the floor. Every night for about a week she'd run to this exact location, and from here on out, began to do some terrible things, particularly self-harmful things she didn't like to think about when she didn't have to. But the voice inside her head made her remember them. And whenever Winry didn't want to hurt herself, that voice inside her head... It pushed her.

Come on. You know you want to. Your life is horrible and you have every reason in the world to do it. Don't be ashamed...

She didn't want to, but she agreed with the nameless voice. Finally standing up, and reaching into the cabinet beside her, she pulled out a sharp razor, capable of cutting through skin like a hot knife through butter. Next, she did exactly what you'd expect her to do. Taking the blade, she moved it down her skin, creating a deep gash in which a crimson red liquid flowed through freely, dropping onto the tiled floor beneath her.

Very good. See, was that so bad? Don't you feel better?

"Not really..." Winry lied. But she did, and that was what mattered. The voice inside her head was right and she was wrong. It had won the battle again, as it had many times before now. Pulling a white towel out of the cupboard and pressing it tightly to her wrist, she thought to herself. Great, another towel ruined... What would Pinako think was becoming of the rags?

You should get some sleep...

"It's four in the afternoon." Winry always made sure she was keeping her voice down, so others wouldn't think she'd gone insane. She thought she had, however.

Do as I say, or bad things will happen.

Winry sighed, and left for her room. Whenever she didn't listen to the voice, bad things really did seem to happen. She'd learned that the first night the voice had ever appeared in her head...

-Flashback-

"Winry, dear, what are you doing?" Pinako had walked outside to find Winry, laying on the ground in a heap, next to Den, who was licking her face happily. She was completely tired out, after running a few laps around the house, trying to help Den get some excercise. How that dog loved to chase her.. "Winry?" Finally, she looked up.

"I'm sorry Granny, did I scare you?"

"A little." Pinako gave her a grave look. "I was just worried you'd collapsed or something."

Well you did collapse, didn't you?

"Who said that?" Winry asked with curiosity, a little frightened. The voice wasn't recognizable.

"Are you hearing things, Winry?" Pinako asked. Winry nodded, because obviously there was no one else there who could have said that, unless Den was learning to speak English, which was highly unlikely. With that, Pinako walked back into the house, a little worried about her grandaughter. Although people heard things all the time, usually when they were over-stressed, something seemed a little strange, and she wasn't sure what quite yet.

Alone outside now, Winry looked around for whomever had just spoken to her. "Hello?" She said quietly. There was no response. At least not right away.

Later that night, she was sitting in her room, just positioned comfortably on her bed and looking around when her eyes came to rest on a shark tooth she'd bough from when she was very young. It looked so shiny, and furthermore, it was...

Sharp. Very sharp. Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like to move something along your skin? It would be sensational, let me tell you...

"What?" Winry gasped alloud, and covered her mouth with her hands a second later to stop the noise from coming out. She wondered if other people could hear what she was hearing, but she figured not, since her grandmother hadn't heard it earlier.

Cut yourself with it.

"But why would I do such a thing?" Winry asked, frightened. Was she losing her mind?

Because it would feel nice. I know how you miss that Elric boy... Yes, Edward Elric.

The voice was raspy, and was quickly identifying all of Winry's weaknesses, Edward being the biggest one. Since meeting him as a child, she'd always taken a considerable liking to him, and wondered what the future could hold for the two if everything played out correctly. Things hadn't been going so great lately. Ed was gone, had joined the military in search of a way to get his limbs back. The two replacement limbs he had were created by Winry, and she was beginning to think that maybe her automail wasn't good enough.

Just face it. You're too unnoticable. Make yourself noticable. No you can't do that.. You're too weak, little girl. Cut yourself. It will make you feel better.

"No!" Winry replied, more quiet than before. The voice was becoming more forceful. A semi-silent threat. She lept off of her bed, her dress swayed by the turbulance she'd created from arrising in such a quick manner, and proceeded to walk towards the steps.

If you don't cut yourself, I'll make you hurt worse.

"You can't!" And not heeding the warning, she walked to the stairs. It seemed the second she'd stepped onto the first, she lost her balance, her hands slipping from the railing as she tumbled down the stairs. When she hit the bottom, she blacked out, and felt lost to the world.

-End Flashback-

It seemed Winry always learned lessons the hard way, but the way she'd learned to listen to the horror inside of her head was the worst of all. And as she snuggled between the covers of her bed, praying that Ed and Al wouldn't think anything was too terribly wrong with her, and hoping her Grandmother wouldn't be distraught about finding them a place to sleep for the night, she could only think of the nightmares she knew were soon to come, caused by the voice in her mind, prying at her, ripping and tearing, begging for her to cause more chaos in the world.

A/N- Hope that was a good start. Until next time. I love reviews, so please review.