Anyone that's looking for updates on That Little Blonde Prostitute; THEY'RE COMING. This is to entertain you until I actually transfer them from paper to laptop. ;D Oh and this is short.
"Doesn't it feel weird sleeping in a murderer's bed, Matty?" Mello whispered in Matt's ear, earning an elbow in the ribs, "shut up," Matt replied just as quietly, "I don't like thinking about it.
The blade flashed in his hand as be grinned down at the blonde below him. Like night and day. The blonde - Above - shook slightly as his roommate straddled him.
"Don't scream," the raven-haired boy, murmured softly, as he bought to blade down upon the blonde boys flesh.
"Yeah I know, Beyond was a total nut job, no wonder A killed himself" Mello said, wrapping his arm around Matt's waist and settling his head on the pillow.
"You're a fucking insult to the dead, Mello," Matt mumbled, "everyone knows that the peer pressure killed A."
"Yeah, well, Beyond can't have made it any better"
"There!" Beyond exclaimed, sitting up and seemingly blind to the painful writhing of his partner, "now you're mine" he grinned.
Beyond inspected his handy work, a simply elegant BB slashed onto A's collarbone. Beyond absent-mindedly touched the wound, fascinated by it...
"you're pretty, A." He whispered.
The only reply being A using the last ounce of his strength to spit in Beyond's face.
Mello and Matt fell asleep in the bed, although the sheets had been burned and replaced, everything given a nice gleam, a new mattress put down, it was still the same bed frame. The same wooden panels underneath.
When Mello was seven, he dropped a book down the side of the bed; it fell in such an awkward position that the only way to reach it would be to take the mattress off and slip his hands between the wooden boards. He did just that. Pulling the heavy mattress off and being delighted by seeing his book. He grabbed it and as he sat up on the wooden frame of the bed, he noticed. He noticed the blood. The blood that soaked through a fucking mattress there was so much of it. Enough blood to fill a person.
He didn't sleep for a week.
"Hey A, let's play chicken, first to give looses"
"w-what type of chicken?"
Beyond produced a craft knife from the art rooms.
"Your favourite kind."
Mello didn't sleep for a week because he realized. Someone was subjected to ridiculous amounts of pain in that bed. Enough pain and torture to kill a man.
Beyond was fucking insane, no one noticed before Above died besides, well, Above. They all blamed Beyond going insane on A's death. But it wasn't that, no one knew what it was. Beyond was broken, and the only boy's that knew why were either rotting in a grave or in a prison cell, living out his existence smashing a hand into a wall until it bled then writing with the blood.
When the guards found him dead, cause of death heart attack, his bloody tribute was fresh finished.
"I love you too, Pretty boy," it read.