Matt's POV. Reflecting on Mello. No, I don't really think this of him or anything. I actually based this more on a personal experience, then thought it kind of sounded like Matt and Mello's relationship... barely. But oh well.

I don't own them.


I really wish you wouldn't treat me the way you do. Stepping on me all the time, wanting to be better. Step, step, stomp. It hurts. You yell, you scream, you throw huge tantrums. All at me. But not because of me. I really wish you would learn for once that I'm not just a lackey that you can throw around, beat up on, and torment.

I'm not. I wish I was.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to hate you. Maybe then I wouldn't have to cry because of you. Maybe then I wouldn't have sit up all night, thinking of ways that I can be better; thinking of ways that I could be your equal.

But no. I'm below you, right? So no. It won't happen. You have to be the perfect one, right? You have to be the one that gets to the top. And I have to be the one that becomes a stepping stone.

I just wish I wouldn't let you.