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sit back, eat some chocolate an enjoy da show :O hopefully.....Better than Drugs

(Matt's POV)

And you left. My eyes only opened enough so I could see your other hand; calmly by your hip. I could feel your you fingers brushing through my hair. They twirled, and danced. I could feel a low purr rising from my chest, each time fading with every lost breath. I closed my eyes, and you just left.

You bastard! You broke my heart! You just got up and left without me! We'd been friends all our lives, and you just got up and left!

I remember when we first met. You were all alone, and I came up to you. I offered you a place to stay, a friend, and a partner you could always rely on. I guess I was just acting 'stupid' wasn't I, Mello? Just like you've always said. That's all I'll ever be to you, isn't it?

I sat up; pulling the orange tinted goggles off my face. I could feel God putting tears in the corners of my eyes. Fuck! I hated it! I was never one to get angry, nor overreact, but dude! You just fuckin left me! My back hit the bed once more. I hissed in the pain you had struck. My mind flashed to the night we met. I could almost see it clearly, though it hurt at the very thought.

I wrapped my arms around your body easily. You were always too damn skinny. I relished in the joy you gave me. The game in my hand. While the other limb clung admiringly to your hair. So soft, and golden. The evening light only emphasized its sheen.

'Thanks, Mel! I never had a real friend before.' I could hardly contain my excitement. Think about it! My first friend who didn't see me as an anti-social freak!

'Yeah, neither have I...' you said cautiously, and patted my back. I could've stood there forever. Just you and I. Friends 'til the end. And not even God would tear us apart.

But I guess it wasn't God who separated us? Was it?

I ran my fingers though my hair. Matted, and scruffy; but I really didn't give a shit. I just sat there, thinking of you.

"You're not comin' back, are you, Mel?...." standing up and heading downstairs, I got the keys to Roger's car. The only noise coming form the area around me was that of my boots hitting the gravel below.

"What are you doing, Matt?" a voice sounded from behind me. I turned around, only to see a white haired boy, standing in his pajamas, holding a stuffed bear. His tired gray eyes staring back into mine.

"hey, Near, wh-"

"Mello's gone, isn't he?" the boy said coldly. Though I could've sworn he had a tone of sympathy or pain in his response.

"Shut up and go to bed, this doesn't consider you" I hissed. Mello had nothing to do with the white haired freak.

"Oh, and how does it concern you?" the boy's words where bitter. They bit into me, knawning on my last nerves. I could feel my throat swelling up and something wield in the corners of my eyes.

"He's my friend." My gaze burned into the other boy's skin. He had been Mel's rival and now he had the mind to just come up front and ask how it concerns me.

"Seems more than a friendship to me." The pale abomination smiled mischievously. "How do you know he's not coming back? Maybe he just went out t-"

"SHUT UP NEAR!" I felt myself scream the words unnecessarily. My skin crawled in the early autumn wind. "I know he's not comin back cause I heard him myself. He said he wasn't going to take me. He said he had to live his own life..."

A pause stiffened the once thin air.

"So, what are you going to do now, Matt?" He looked up at me with those iced, gray eyes; so curious and yet mocking.

"I'm headin into town, I'll be back by morning...."

"going to a bar?"

"No...." Mel never really wanted anything to do with alcohol, nor did I. But I had a different idea to solve my pain. That involved neither knives nor alcohol.

***

"thank you" I bid the cashier, and carried my bag to the parking lot. The moon illuminated the black top into a silver like glow.

I struck a match. The flame turning a brilliant orange-ish blue. The fire smothering the tip of the drug filled tube. Cautiously, I held it to my lips and breathed in the smoke. It sent a chill down my spine. Though it was pleasant, it was nothing compared to even breathing Mello's air. I returned to the driver's seat. Heading slowly towards Wammy's. There was no point in rushing. It was only 5, the staff would wake at 6:30 to prepare the childrens' breakfast, so I had all the time I needed. I just decided to drive, and think of the one who so cruelly abandoned me. As if my mother hadn't hurt me enough....

second chapter :O sorry it took so long, just had finals, and they sucked! :D D: lol, I'll try to write more with the 2 weeks off, lol

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