He lived for the pain
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A/N...I'm not exactly sure if this is going anywhere or not...Let me know what you think!
Near sat in the corner with his head bent. This was so boring, the usual expected events. He missed feeling alive. What he wouldn't give to feel something again. He stood to find something to do or he might go crazy.
As he stood a bout of dizziness overtook him causing him to fall backwards. His arm caught on a ragged edge of his dresser, the skin tore and a warm liquid rushed out. Near felt pain.
It was the first time he felt anything in a long time. His addiction began to from. There was no turning back and he just couldn't stop. Soon the cuts took over his arms, his smooth chest and stomach, and his legs. Anywhere he thought it would hurt enough to awaken his senses he drew the blade. Slowly killing himself. Then again what did a broken shell of a man have to live for. What did the new L have to live for now that he defeated his greatest challenge and lost his greatest rival.
He lived for the pain!