Hey guys I just started thinking about this fic so it may be a little choppy in the beginning.

Chapter 1- Shadows of the Past

-Matt's POV until further notice-

If I was in a room, you wouldn't know I was there. You could easily mistake me for a shadow or an empty space. But I wouldn't blame you, a room of silence, would be expected to be empty right? No one knows me. Not really anyway. Some pretend to know me, acknowledge me, care about me... But no one really cares about me. How could they? I'm like an imaginary friend to all the kids at whammy's. They can say what ever they want and they know that I'll never say a word back. To tell the truth, most people wouldn't say half as much as they did around me if they knew I could hear them. The truth is...I pretend. I pretend to be a mute. I act like I can't hear, I put on a show so people think I can't talk. In the end it's all a game and I'm the winner. I don't have to get close to anyone, deal with other people, get hurt by anyone...My mom died when I was 7, she had cancer. I visited her everyday for a year and then, she was gone. I didn't talk after that. I couldn't bring myself to say much. I remember crying every night, I still cry when I sleep, because I dream that she's still alive. Then I cry when I wake up and realize it was just another dream. I'm 16 now. But I'm still like a child. I'm living in whammy's house for gifted children. How did I get here? Well, one night during the winter, a drunk driver slid on a patch of ice and collided with my father's car. My dad died on impact. I was 12. I stopped listening to people after that. Of corse I could hear them talking, but I didn't listen to the words they said. I had heard them all before. "it's alright.", "everything will be ok.", "we'll take care of you." but saying all that didn't make it better, it didn't bring my parents back. When my father died I was put into the foster program. I moved from house to house. I would never stay long at any of the homes. I think the longest I stayed was a week, with the shortest being only a few hours. None of the foster parents could "deal with me" the way I was. They wanted a kid they could talk to, listen to. They wanted to spend time with me but I was always playing video games and I didn't pay attention to them. They tried sending me to school through the foster program but after they realized that I was skipping all my classes and sometimes just sneaking out of school as soon as I got there they stopped sending me. The other foster kids didn't like me either. They thought I was weird, depressing, some just felt un easy around me for reasons I won't understand. I was brought to whammy's when I was 13. After a year of the foster program, and someone snitching about me hacking the computers, someone named Watari came to the house I was staying in at the time. The parents had called the program saying they wanted to "return" me because I put viruses in there houses security system. I thought it was funny. I don't like when people yell at me, especially since I pretend to be def, yelling wouldn't help anyway. So I made the security system go haywire. Doors randomly opening and locking. Hahah, that was entertaining. Watari told me to pack all my stuff I had in the house, he put me in a car which had all my stuff from the orphanage and drove me to Whammy's. On the way he explained that I was going to be living there from then on. I just kept nodding. I was assigned a room, moved in with all my stuff and got a list of my classes. They had asked if I needed a signer and I said no. That would be so annoying, having someone fallow me around all day, heck no, no thank you. I was tempted to just sleep in and skip class but Watari came in and woke me up. He walked me to every class that day and he made sure I stayed. I only skip classes every once in a while now. I don't really like learning, it's boring but it's easy enough to deal with it. Other kids would introduce them selves and I would wave and introduce myself in sign language. They would get confused, excuse themselves then walk away. After a while people stopped trying to get to know me and started talking about how weird I was. I didn't care either way. I don't bother them, they don't bother me, life goes on.

-Mello's POV until further notice-

You would probably run in the other direction if you saw me walking towards you in the hallway. If I sit at your table at meal time, you wouldn't look at me, or you'd excuse yourself and leave. I've heard people use the words "creepy", "scary", and "monster" while talking about me. I don't understand how people that don't know me talk about me so much. The only thing they know about me is my name, some not even that. Yet they find so many things to say about me. I guess I would do the same if I saw myself. I have a giant scar on half of my face. It would make anyone scared I guess. Some people flinch when they look at my face, it kinda hurts. Im only 16 but they look at me like an ancient demon from a ghost story or something. I don't blame them, I can't stand looking at myself either. Have you ever noticed how there are no mirrors in the castle of Beauty and the Beast? Well that's kinda like my room. I broke all the mirrors, I got into a little trouble with Roger about it but he said he won't replace them if they would upset me. Sometimes I feel bad for my roommate, I'm surprised he hasn't asked to move rooms yet. Or at least ask to have me moved...this is Near's room after all, I've only been here for a little under a month. I already have a 'bad' reputation too, but I didn't do anything. People just get nervous around me 'cause I look like a freak. Thank god no one's seen the rest of the scar. It goes down most of that side of my body. Wondering how I got it? Well that kinda leads to why I'm here at whammy's in the first place. I was in a local gang and I use to run away from home a lot. My mom was a drunk and my dad was always depressed. The only reason I talked myself into going back to that darn house as many times as I did was to look after my little sister. She was only 7, she knew how to take care of herself though considering my parents didn't do anything. I finally came to my senses and tried to get out of the gang, I had to take care of my sister, I was never gonna leave her alone again. I thought they were my friends, but they were mad at me because i told them i didn't want to be a part of a gang anymore. I thought they would get over it so i didn't bother calling the police when they threatened me. They were roaming the streets one night. It was dark, they were all on drugs and they were being idiots. The leader of the group, who i use to think was my best friend, threw something at our house that caused a big fire. My parents died in that fire, and...and my little sister. I got out but I was severely burned, I was at the hospital for almost a month. Watari came to get me in the hospital. He brought me here and said I would room with Near. The first week I was here, I didn't leave the room because I was depressed. I missed my little sister. All I had was a few pictures that were taken of us when we were younger and a red beaded rosary she gave me for Christmas when I was 14. I was surprised my roommate didn't mind leaving me in the room alone all day. I mean, he's not a bad roommate, he's not mean or anything he just never talks to me. Then again no one does, I don't care. I guess it's better this way, wouldn't want a friendship based off of fear or pity. It's better this way, being alone. There's no pain when you don't attach yourself to other people.

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