With most kids, going to bed meant losing time that they could be playing tag outside in the dark. To Matt when he was growing up, it meant one of two things: slipping into darkness or watching an Inner-Mind double feature. He loved falling into a dreamless sleep. It was like being in a cocoon, and when he woke up he would be refreshed, a butterfly, if you will. The nights he hated the most were the nights that he had dreams, dreams about being in a dark room, alone with no one to call out to, or about getting lost in the halls of a building with white walls, floors, and ceilings. Nothing but white halls, and the only splash color was from his red hair.

He hated that dream the most. It always made him wake up in a cold sweat, screaming. His roommate would always yell at him afterwards. He would then get up and go to Mello's room and sleep on the floor, lying next to him until the ice cold feeling of emptiness melted away. Back then was probably when he became dependent on Mello.

Only Mello could make him forget. He was like a drug. A drink that could make you lose your inhibition and forget the pain without making you stupid, like alcohol. But like alcohol, Mello came with a hangover. After being around Mello then losing him, you hurt so much. Your head splits in two, and no amount of aspirin can fix it.

What didn't help was that Matt had an addictive personality. He loved the buzz he got from taking a drag off of one of his cigarettes. He loved the high he got from beating a boss or leveling up on a video game. But the thing he was the most addicted to was the impossible to describe sensation of being around Mello.

The only thing that could keep the pain away was by avoiding the drug, and Matt's willpower wasn't that strong. He couldn't stay away from Mello, and he knew it. Mello would be the death of him someday, and he knew it. But it never stopped him from going to see him daily. From the day he first came to Wammy House to adulthood he would come see Mello given the chance. Even if he knew he was just going to be used and throws away.


Disclaimer: I do not own Matt, Mello, or Death Note.

This is the prologue to my story. Review and let me know what you think.