MELLO'S POV
"Mihael… run."
My mother was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
"Mummy, what's wrong?" I panicked, too young to completely understand what was happening.
"MIHAEL!!!"
That was the last thing I heard from her. Just then, I felt something warm running down my back, like someone had poured boiling water down my top.
I had been stabbed. Within seconds, I was lying on the ground, screaming with pain.
And then everything went black.
7 YEARS LATER
"Matt, come here a sec."
My roommate paused the game he was playing and jumped onto my bed. He was a complete nerd, but he was my best and only friend.
"What's up?" he replied, in his usual enthusiastic tone.
"No need to be so hyper," I sighed. He'd always been like this, ever since I first met him.
"Hmph."
Well, I suppose he couldn't help it. He had ADHD, after all.
"Anyway, I've been wanting to talk about this for a while." I said, trying to get Matt out of his super-crazy-hyper mode.
He nodded.
"Tell me… what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?" I asked, without considering that this was possibly an inappropriate question.
The boy thought for a minute. I couldn't tell if he was sad or angry or whatever. I wasn't very good at telling how people felt just by looking at them.
"I don't know. What about you?" he said, surprisingly calm.
I took a deep breath.
"Matt, I'm going to show you something."
I took my black shirt off. (He'd taken baths with me before, so there wasn't really a problem with him seeing me without a shirt on.)
"You know this scar on my back?" I began.
Matt nodded his head, eager to find out more.
"That's where I was stabbed."
The redhead stared at me through his brightly-coloured goggles, his mouth wide open in amazement and shock.
"Really?"
"Yep. Happened around the same time my parents…"
I ended my sentence there, but even so, Matt understood perfectly.
He gave me a big hug, and it was so sweet I – wait, that sounded cheesy and stupid and very… gay.
Oh, what the hell. As long as I knew it was just a friendly hug, it was OK.
Right?