A/N: This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it. I can't say that it'll be that great but, I'm trying!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of it's characters. If I did, Matt and Mello would be going at it like rabbits.
(Can this be the disclaimer for the whole story...?)
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I cut him over and over again.
He was still alive.
I cut his arms, his legs, his torso, and, finally, I kissed his perfect lips before I cut his throat. Her blood sprayed up, catching my face.
I licked his blood off of my lips.
I sat up in bed, my bangs slicked to my face and my tee-shirt sticking to my back and chest, both with sweat.
I tried to steady my very uneven breathing.
It took me much longer than it should have.
I dreamt about killing a guy- a hot guy- who I didn't even know.
I dreamt about killing a guy.
That was the last straw.
I can stand the animal killing, the self-mutilation, the emotional detachments.
But, dreaming about killing- about murdering- a guy.
A human being.
That is just too much.
I need serious help.
It is time to call L and the team.
It is time to get clean.