Romello + Mattulet
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
Blood spattered over the sky blue walls. It was life within a horror movie.
I sat frozen, tears running down my face, hidden in a closed cupboard.
Through the key hole, I watched as my parents were slowly murdered.
The police got to my home an hour after, finding the disarray of body parts and massacre mess. It took them at least ten minutes before they even thought to look for survivors.
When they found me, I was tortured, tormented and utterly terrified.
I was handed over to the care of Roger Ruvie, as I'd had no relatives which were still alive.
Roger was an old man, frail but strong willed. His grey hair was only just beginning to thin and his eyes were a dark shade of blue.
We were located just outside of Wammy's Orphanage, standing before the tall steal gates. Roger looked down at me, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose.
He didn't speak, just stole glances now and again as we trudged through the snow towards the doors of Wammy's House.
Roger led me through the halls of Wammy's and into the warmth of his office.
It had been only three days since I'd witnessed the murder of my dearly beloved parents.
I was seated in front of Roger's desk, my head tilted down with my incarnadine coloured hair hanging limp over my face.
I could hear Roger shuffling through paper work and his pen scratching against paper every so often. Other than that though, there was absolute silence.
The image of my mother's lifeless body lying on the ground in a pool of blood was etched into my mind. She had had a distorted grimace on her face, which wasn't a pretty way to meet your end. Then again, neither was being hacked to death by some high lunatics.
I jumped when I felt Roger clamp his large hand down over my shoulder.
He motioned to the door so I got up nonchalantly and started towards the door behind Roger.
Whilst we walked down more long hallways, Roger finally began to speak.
"For safety precautions, we've had to change your name"
I glanced up at this. They had to change my name? It felt to me as if my whole life were being torn away and rebuilt into something, someone I don't know.
"Please, just try and bear it. Your name is now Matt"
Matt? But that's something which lies on the floor and let's people tread over it! They wipe their feet on it not caring whether it objects or how it feels…
We stopped outside of a small wooden door with the number 102 nailed to it on a metal board.
"This will be your room. You have a roommate named Mello, if you have any problems please don't hesitate to confide in me" Roger sounded almost like a host in a hotel. It was depressing.
Roger opened the door for me and I walked in, my backpack strew over my shoulder.
Glancing around the room, my eyes fell on a figure leaning against the wall which was in front of me.
He stood about an inch or two higher than me, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen in my life. His hair was a dusty blonde colour and fell to his shoulders, framing his pale face.
I was guessing this was Mello, which was obviously an alias.
Mello was completely dressed in black, a loose long sleeved shirt and tracksuit pants. In his right hand was a Hershey's chocolate bar, which he then brought up to his pink lips and took a bite out of it.
"Well, you gonna just stand there?" He spat toward me. I could already tell that the name 'Mello' was the complete opposite to what this boy was….