Matt stared at the wall. He had nothing anymore.
Mello had just left. He had ran away to avenge the famous detective's death. His best friend. The love of his life.
Mello had really gone to LA, and Matt could do nothing. L had died and Mello had gone to avenge his death. But he had left Matt.
Matt had nothing, he felt like nothing. The only person who had truley loved him, besides Linda, had left. What did he have anymore? Did Mello ever love him?
He just broke down and cried again.
His body running dry from hours of crying and not taking in fluids. Matt had even thrown up, twice. When your life is torn apart and you have nothing but tatters, your heart is broken and your nerves dead, you had nothing left to do but puke. So that's what he did. For the third time. He rocked quietly in a corner with the garbage pail next to him, no shirt on, for he had used it to blow his nose and dry his face.
His body was slowly shutting down, he was badly dehydrated.
It had been 17 hours.
42 minutes.
31 seconds.
32 seconds.
33 seconds.
34.
35.
36...
-X-
Matt lost track of time. He lost track of life, he lost track of everything. Eventually he blacked out. He stayed that way until Linda pushed into his room and tugged him into the bathroom, dropping him in the bathtub and turning it on.
Matt's POV:
I came back to conciousness to find there was rain on my face. No.. It was too warm.
I slowly opened his eyes, not welcoming the light. I saw Linda and frowned. I leaned over the side of the tub and hacked, but my body was too dried out. I spat out some bile and cringed.
"What do you want?" My voice was dry. I spoke low, you could barely hear me. Linda was next to me, the shower was off.
"Matt you're killing yourself. Mello still loves you. He just needed to do this. Come on, here's some dry clothes, and a bottle of water. I will be back in a few minutes with some food. Make yourself decent."
I nodded but said nothing. She walked out, and I fumbled with the zipper of my pants. My hands shook. I grabbed the water and chugged some. Then I tried again at my pants. I got them off. I changed, my hands shaking. I sat on my bed and cried. Linda walked in and I ignored her. She handed me a bowl of oatmeal.
"Thanks.." I whispered, my voice better. I ate. She wiped off any that missed because of my shaking hand. The shaking got so bad that she ended up feeding me.
"It's been 27 hours, 37 minutes, and 50 something seconds." I stated after glancing at my clock. I noticed he had gone 27 hours, 38 minutes, and 3 seconds ago. He had left earlier than that, but my count went on when I realized. My brain, that wasn't third in the running for L's sucsessor for nothing, automatically calculated these things like it was elementary.
Flashback still in Matt's POV:
I laughed when Mello's pencil point broke. He studied too hard.
Mello glared and grabbed a new one I took his other one and sharpened it, leaving a kiss on his cheek. A small smile spread over his angry features. He was beautiful.
Our room phone rang. I picked up and sighed when I heard Rodger request Mello.
"Mello dear, it appears you are needed in Rodger's office again." I stated after I hung up.
"Fine."
"I'm going to bed, so I'll see you in the morning. I won't be up when you get back."
"Alright, goodnight love." He said and gently kissed my lips.
I smiled and curled up under my blankets.
When I woke up in the morning, there was nothing but a note on his bed. It read:
Matt- I just heard that L died. I'm going to LA to defeat Kira once and for all.
I love you, and we will meet again.
End flashback, still in Matt's POV:
I handed the note to Linda. Linda sighed and didn't read it.
"I'm still here for you. He will return. Please, don't leave me. I love you."
"I... I love you too Linda," I said. "But Mello is the one I want to be with."
"I know, and you two are so perfect for each other."
"Thank you Linda. Thanks for being here for me. Tell Rodger I'll be back in classes tomorrow. I'm taking leave tomorrow as well."
Linda nodded and said "I'm not leaving your side yet."
She picked up the note, and tucked it into her pocket.
-X-
It had been a week. I was still broken. I went through the motions. Every second I wasn't busy, Mello was on my mind. I moved to the back of every class. My grades slipped a bit. I cried every night. But Linda was with me, every second of every day that I needed her. She moved in with me, even though rooms weren't co-ed. Rodger made an exception.
One day, while she was staying longer for Art Club, I swiped a kitchen knife.
I sat in the bathtub and pulled the blade along my wrist.
The blood pooled and welled over. It dripped down the drain, onto my clothes. Linda would find out anyway so I didn't care.
She walked into the room than into the bathroom when she couldn't find me. She saw me and the tears welled up in her eyes.
I looked up, expecting her to yell and grab the knife, and clean my wrist that was held away from my body. The knife lay next to me.
Instead she pulled me out of the tub near the sink then pushed up her sleeve and grabbed the knife. She pulled it along her wrist and held hers, dripping, next to mine.
She smiled, though tears fell.
I cried as she turned on the faucet and cleaned our wrists under the water, the water running red.
"Every time you cut yourself so will I, from now on." My eyes widened, and I nodded. She wrapped our wrists up.
"Linda, I would be dead without you."
She smiled sadly and said "If you left me too, I would be dead."
-X-
[A/N] I was reading another fic and it inspired this. The fic is amazing, check it out: /s/7548588/1/Score_One
This is rather dark and I know where I want it to go. From there, not sure. But hey, lets do this!
It is rather angsty but I'm enjoying writing it. Please review!
I assure you, though it may seem like its heading towards LindaXMatt, it is MattXMello!
May change rating to M, just so you know.
Any ideas, crits, flames, praises, or anything else you can throw at me is appreciated!
Oh and I need a beta, my grammar sucks. PM me~