Helllloo Lovelies!! Its AnaleahGreen here!! This is my very first fanfic please comment!! Constructive criticism accepted!! Enjoy!

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I wasn't obsessed. Not even overly infatuated. Sure I liked Soul Eater and I did read the whole series 3 times and watched all the anime. But I wasn't obsessed. Chriselle Coleman is not obsessed. Just addicted a little.

So why was it that I was in the middle of Dr. Steins classroom, bloody and curled tightly around clenched eyes and fearful ears? Not cool at all.

I had just been enjoying watching my younger 9 year old brother grin slyly as he tried to stealthily flip my older 16 yeared brother. Garret came behind Ace and laid his hands under the sleeping adolescent's floaty. With a burst of energy, he shot his hands up and watched Ace's tan face come alive with the shock of being doused with cool water to wake a nap. Garrett's face, like mine, was flicked with a symmetrical dab of freckles, which parted way to make room for his ginormous grin leading to loud guffawing that never ceased to make any bystander laugh, even strangers.

I sighed and smiled a little, trying to ignore Ace's fleeting attempts to catch him, threatening him with some very colorful language. I was tempted to scold him for it but, both if them had smiles on there faces and were having so much fun instead of moping around lazily inside so I let it slide. I returned to my Favorite SoulEater mangas and giggled at Maka's and her fathers silly antics. My Mom had left us at a young age and Dad worked day and night so I practically raised them since I was 7, looked upon as the only food source and mother figure. I am only 15. We had never really had any loving opportunities like that with Our Papa. I was jealous of her,even though she is fictional, because he Father strives to make her love him. I wished for a happy ending between the two because it gave me a kind of childish longing, silly, I know, but it gave me a sort of fleeting hope.

A rain drop snapped me out of my thoughts. Then it went eerily quiet. I didn't hear my brothers splashing anymore. I looked up for any forewarning clouds and moved my eyes down as I noticed it was like the world had stopped, the birds frozen in mid flight, brothers stopped in head chase. I got up, frightened as you could tell but there was a wall blocking my path to my family. 'What? I can see them but I can't reach them...' I thought, panicked, to myself. 'I must have slipped and hit my head earlier surely' I pushed on the wall, slamming harder and harder on it boundaries 'That's the only logical answer'

Another drop hit my cheek, pausing me from my senseless pounding. It was warm, I looked up and gasped. The cloud above me was was a deep, dark crimson, I brought my hand to my cheek and drug it down my face, still thinking 'Almost looks like... Blood' My hand drew away from my face to reveal the liquid. It was blood. Sticky and warm. My hand shook. Whose...blood?.. My eyes just widened in shock.

I screamed, terrorized and afraid, as the blood shower picked up and I looked back down to my yard shakily and was met with an even worse sight. Where once the world stood was ashes and my brothers body's were mutilated and lay on the grassy ground next to me, opposing the dry, concrete hole that was our pool not even 5 minutes past. Their eyes were dull and gray, lifeless. Like forgotten dolls, broken toys.

I yelled to them only for my mouth to fill with sticky crimson. "GARRETT!!!!! ACE!!!! WAKE UP!!! MOVE!!!! SOMETHING !!!!!! " I knew it was pointless though. They were obviously dead. My mind knew that but my heart was to blinded by fear and grief to acknowledge it yet. Tears were the only things cleaning the heavy layering of currently wet blood off my face.

I yelled and ponded and sobbed hysterically for what seemed like hours and the wind had picked up immensely and was creating a cyclone with the blood as my body rises. I was shot up, being sucked into the dark nothingness above me. I reached the cloud and was stuck in a bloody blackness. I was sobbing too hard to notice the two bodies come up to mine.

"Sissy? Why are you crying? Why didn't you save us?" Garret calls in front of me

I knew I was just hysterical and gone into shock and they were probably just fictions in my head but that didn't stop me crying harder.

Ace strides up to Garett "Because she is too weak" he scowls deeply at me, laying his hand on Garett's shoulder firmly.

Garret start to leer "Stupid sissy, we're dead 'cuz of you" he kicks me

I weep harder "I am sorry, so sorry I sorry,so sorry,so sorry" I don't attempt to stop it or fight back because this was probably all a coma dream and there wasn't any pain.

Ace lifts his hand up, and brings it down to slap me. Hard. I felt pain then.

I was too shocked to move at first. I just sat as silent tears slid down my dirty face. I reached up to the spot where my kind and lovable sibling had slapped me. It still stung. It was real?..

Then Garrett kicked me again. And again. And again.

I winced and cried out at each blow dealt to my already blood covered body. I looked up and they were smiling, like they just got a new puppy for Christmas. But their faces weren't my brothers anymore. They were demonic and sadistical. I had that thought in mind when they mocked me and I was reminded painfully that this was their blood I was covered in. I didn't fight against them though. I just curled tighter together.

If I had broken out of the box, or just told them to stay inside today instead of insisting that they needed some sun, or , or..... I knew that the logic I was deducing wasn't true but I thought it was and my mind forced me to believe it. I knew this wasn't a dream now. It was too real.

Or maybe it is, to many SoulEaters or horror movies. But I don't care, it feels real, isn't that all that really matters? Nightmares aren't real, but when you have them you believe they are. I believe in this nightmare.

They each pummel me with fists, feet, words and it hurts so much. It hurts worse because of there smiles. Crazed and maddening twisted faces. I don't doubt they are real and I deserve it, because I was to weak to save them. Too weak to get out. Too weak to fight back.

"Too weak," they convince me " Just die already" and with the blow Ace dealt to my fetaled body, and kicked my head I hoped I wasn't dead. Because if this is hell, this wont ever stop. And this is punishment.

This goes on for hours and hours and the blood, the beatings, the words, and I just reach breaking point when the scenery changes. Although I wasn't aware because my soft brown hair crust over by dried blood was raggedly set over my hands which clutched over my ears, my eyes were clenched shut tight and locked. But I did notice the slight reprieve in torture. They were just waiting till I looked up or moved to come at me again. I know it.

" Stop it, please stop, I'm so sorry, so sorry, it hurts, stop, so sorry." In the end my words just blended into unintelligible mush meant to console and hold together my already broken form. 'Please don't come back, please leave me alone, so sorry, sorry, so weak. Now set on white linoleum tiles, I rocked my body, curled together to hold my pieces from just falling out of me and shattering altogether.

Someone, touched my shoulder lightly, I knew this trick, Garret would lull me to look up at him and Ace comes and hits my throat from behind. They came back after all, I couldn't be strong enough to swallow the guilt and sorrow." STOP PLEASE! IM SO SORRY!!So sorry! Don't hurt my anymore please ..stop" the hand hesitated doesn't back away though, it gently pats my head consolingly. I tense then relax, I decide if its a trick, I don't mind because I just want to see their faces because is feels as though the end draws closer and light fades in and out. I loosen my hands and the person behind me, presumably Ace, gently pulls my hands off my ears and I curl even tighter together, preparing for the worst as I peek my eyes open.

But I am not greeted with Ace or Garret, not even someone I know. He was a raven haired boy with three stripes on his head only halfway reaching around his head.... Death the Kidd!! From SoulEater!! This is hell, just finding newly complex way to torture me and what meager sanity I have left. I back away quickly panting as the tears that never really stopped pour down harder. I am dead!!

I have to be. that is the only explanation. And I must be in hell because I couldn't save my brothers.

But could it be hell? Kidd looked worried. He must be worried I will attack him. It's a complex plan, I bet, to please me then let my world crash around me. He is saying something but I can't hear him, my brain isn't working. I look around and are even more startled by the fact that I am in STIENS CLASSROOM! I gasp seeing the familiar characters. I am afraid, and shaking but my back runs into a desk and I am cornered by all of them and Death and Soul Eater just keep moving forward both speaking unheard words. My lip starts to shake and I let out a whimper and Kid motions for Soul to stop and he progresses by himself towards me, he in the end dashes up to me and grabs my head in his hands as I fall out of consciousness, the fierceness of the beating, stress, and absolute terror catch up to me.

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Comment please! How bad it is or vice versa, POV will change every chapter or so. Thanks for the reads!;p