Author's Note: I obviously do not own any characters here. All are owned by the wonderful people at Capcom.
I have always liked thinking that Matt got his scars after Celeste's death. It always made me really curious about how he really felt about her. Upon showing him her picture, he refuses to comment at all. And that got me thinking...
So prepare for a flurry of Matt or Matt/Celeste fics coming your way soon. Case 2-4 really has stolen my soul.
She's dead.
That was the thought that Matt had repeated in his mind all day.
She killed herself last night.
Yet even now, alone in his house, inspecting his handsome face in his bedroom mirror, the words still held no meaning.
Running a hand through his hair, he attempted to be sad. His face instantly scrunched up into a look of pure misery, complete with tears in his eyes. However, he felt nothing.
He willed himself to cry and though the tears easily fell, he felt nothing.
Cursing himself, he inwardly screamed, saying that he was in agony over her death and the grief that he felt now would haunt him for the rest of his life. And still, he felt nothing.
Biting his lip harshly, he angrily remembered Juan's face. He hadn't just looked miserable. He was miserable. Her death had obviously caused him great pain, but it was a pain Matt didn't understand.
Normally, Matt would have been ecstatic to see Juan in any kind of pain, but after seeing how easily Juan had cried, how absolutely lost he looked, Matt felt jealously flare up in him.
Why couldn't he feel like that? He had known her, dated her, hell he had even grown to like her. So why was Juan able to hurt like that and he wasn't?
A small, sharp pain reached his senses and Matt looked up at his reflection. He had broken the skin on his bottom lip, biting down harder than he had expected. The few drops of blood calmed Matt down for a brief moment, before he flew into a rage.
Smashing his fist into the mirror, Matt reveled in the pain that shot up his arm. Hissing as he pulled a larger piece of glass from his knuckles, Matt ignored the blood that dripped to the floor, staining the carpet. Grabbing a large shard of the now broken mirror, he looked at himself, hoping that now he looked as distressed as Juan had.
Matt screamed in rage at the man he saw smiling back at him. It didn't matter how handsome or talented he was. For this one moment, he felt inferior to Juan and it killed him inside.
As his hand reached for the smiling face, Matt found himself laughing as pain erupted in his head. Blood found its way under his fingernails as he found the skin on his face came up easily.
And the pain, the lovely pain. It felt so horrible and yet so wonderful at the same time. Not even Juan could have felt pain like this.
Matt awoke to find himself face down on his bedroom floor. Sitting up with his head pounding, he ignored the glass and dried blood around him. Carefully picking up a shard of the mirror, he looked at his face.
Smiling gleefully, Matt suddenly felt more happy than he thought possible. Beneath the dried blood, he could make out the small scars surrounding his right eye.
They would be a testament of his love for her. Juan could cry all he wanted, but eventually his tears would stop falling. This, however, would last forever.
They were a testament of his hate for Juan. Juan would always be like the foolish tears he shed- a brief moment of intense feeling that would fade away into nothingness to never be remembered again. But Matt, he would be like the scars that now adorned his face. He would make his mark on everyone around him, so that even when he was gone, he would not be forgotten.
And once Juan's tears dried, Matt was certain he would see his already imprinted marks on him as well.