CHAPTER 2!
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Disclaimer: I don't own death note, I like being depressing and angst is what I do best! If you don't like it then run away now!

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Mellos POV:

My bike skidded to a stop outside the apartment building I shared with the red headed hacker, Matt, and I jump of the seat and onto the small lawn, not caring that the neighbors will say when the see the muddy tire tracks in there precious grass; Its not like we would be living hear for long before I have to move us again.

I slowly make my way to the door, shoving my hands in the pocket of my black leather jacket and fumbling for the keys. I am in no rush to get back to the gamer upstairs, I hit him pretty hard tonight and I know I hurt him pretty bad.

Shuffling inside I decide to take the stairs, knowing when I get back my best friend will likely be curled up on the lounge playing his game with tear streaked eyes I know he will try to hide.

I snapped, and I really shouldn't have. It wasn't really the red heads fault; it was a computer error I blamed on his laziness! I feel like a jerk, walking up these stairs to avoid him and his sad green eyes tinted orange by those goggles he never seems to take off.

I finally reach the door of number 33 on the 3rd floor of this crappy, cheap and rotting apartment building. I give a loud sigh as I go to turn the handle, I don't know what I am walking into. The best I can hope for is a sobbing red head and the worst one that won't talk to me or let me apologize.

My first steps into the cold entrance where rather slow as I listened for the sounds of gunshots, repetitive instrumental music and the sounds of screaming monsters that would indicate where in the house Matt had bailed himself up. When I couldn't hear anything I became more shore that the tech won't want to talk to me, but I need to apologize anyway.

I walk down the hall looking in each room as I passed it, finding no one in the bedroom kitchen or lounge room the last place to look was the bathroom. Taking a deep breath I try to turn the door handle, finding it locked I rest my back against the cold white bathroom door.

"Matt?" I call out in my calmest voice, "Let me in."

But he didn't unlock the door or reply, 'great…' I thought, 'He must be really mad…' Normally he would have let me in without any protest, and if he was indecent it would take every thing in my power to stop myself from groping the stupid dog!

"Matt?" I call again, slightly harsher then last time. "Come on, let me in!" I demand but get the same response I did last time; nothing. I feel my stomach tie itself in a knot; the boy is really starting to worry me.

"Matt, I'm going to kick the fucking door down!" I yell slightly panicked when even my loud threat didn't get a reply, "You better not be taking any fucking drugs in there Matt!"

I stand back and send my right foot flying at the flimsy bathroom door, thankful for the first time it was so full of rot that the wood crumbled around the hinges sending said door crashing to the ground.

My eyes darted around the room; half expecting to find the stupid idiot of a hacker suffering yet another over dose, he promised he put it all behind him after the incident almost two years ago.

I soon spotted the one thing I wasn't ready to see; lying there in the bathtub in the far corner of the room was a very pail red head in water that had been dyed red with blood that could only be his.

"MATT!" My body was shaking so bad at that point I was honestly surprised I made it the whole way to my injured friends' side without collapsing.

I knelt beside the bath and rip off my jacket before pulling a very naked body from the water and onto my lap. Water splashed out of the bathtub everywhere on the floor and my cloths but I didn't care, all I could see was my best friends limp body, dripping with water and blood, his beautiful green eyes shut lightly, maybe never to open again.

I throw my jacket over the gamer's body and pull him close as I stand up, holding back tears as I make my way over the broken door and down the hall to our shared room. Eventually resting my precious bundle down on my double bed rather then his own tiny matrices in the corner.

I quickly run my fingers over his weak pulse, which seemed to get even weaker in the seconds I was touching his pail neck. I withdrew my hand and move it to his bloody wrists; he must not have known how he should cut them because there where deep slices in every direction all the way to his elbow, still dripping what was left of his life fluid sickeningly onto the bed sheets.

"Hang on," I whisper to the dyeing boy in front of me before running back to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit I knew was hidden in the back of the medicine cabinet, Matt insisted we have one in the house at all times in case I decided to get myself blown up again.

A faint smile flickers across my face when I find the white box hidden behind some shaving cream and toothpaste which I had thrown to the ground in my frantic search.

I rush back to my room to find the gamer right where I left him; lying unconscious on my bed.

Chucking the box down on the ground and kneel down beside the bed; Fumbling around in the small box for a moment before finding what I needed, gauze and a few bandages wound around them selves in a tight cylinder.

I lay the gauze over the self inflicted wound on his left arm, that was both closest to me and seemed to hold the worst of the gashes then tightly wrapping his arm in one of the cloth bandages before doing the same to the other arm.

I couldn't help but think that this must have been what Matt felt like; having to treat my horrible burns by himself. A small tear rolls down my cheek and spills onto the white bandages.

I lean down and gently brush the bangs away from the red heads eyes that for once where without those goggles. I could see the breath escaping his lips in small, shallow, puffs and then was forced to see the painful reality; my best friend, my only friend… the guy I have loved before I understood what love was, is probably never going to wake up from this ordeal.

HAHAHA I AM SO FREEKING EVIL! CLIFHANGER MUCH!?

I actually haven't decided whether or not to let matt live through his suicide attempt for mellos sake or let him die like he wants…
Review and I will keep writing, don't and I will lose my need to continue…

Mello: I hate you!


RipJaw: Naw don't be like that mells!

Mello: (holds gun to ripjaws head) You better not let him die!

RipJaw: Well you will just have to wait and see like everyone elect now wont you?

Mello: !#%& #*(& #&$(

RipJaw: Now that's not very nice!