Chapter two: tears on my skin
"Wha-wh-what the fuck Mel?" Matt says, holding the door open and staring down at me.
I snap out of my thoughts and shove my pant leg down, shuffling away from Matt and into the corner. I stare at the floor, ashamed, and see a thin trail of blood following my path to the corner. I clutch the razor in my hand and it cuts open my fingers.
His mouth is open, he looks like he wants to say something but he cant get it out. I don't take my eyes off him after that. I keep them locked on his face as I hold my bleeding hand out and drop the bloody razor on the white tile floor.
That seems to wake him up. He rushes next to me, he grabs my hand and examines it, panicked.
"Oh my god oh my god... Mel...what-... oh my fucking god, what the fuck where you thinking?" he stutters through his words, getting up and fumbling through a drawer. He pulls out a bandage, some tape, and a little towel.
He takes my hand, more delicately now, and starts cleaning up some blood with the towel.
[Matt's POV]
while I clean up his hand, Mello just gives me this blank look, like he isn't really aware of what's happening, and I am fucking terrified. The only time I've ever seen him like this before was when he was high on some shit he got off the street. I thought he'd gotten past all this stuff...
I have no idea whats going on. For all I know he could be Oding on something right now. I drop the towel and grab his shoulders roughly, shaking him a little.
"Did you take anything!?" I shout, he's still blank. "MELLO! For fucks sake tell me did you fucking take anything?!"
"Nothing...." he croaks out.
I nod and finish bandaging his fingers and palm. He rests his head on the wall and he seems to go completely limp. I force my hands to stay steady and I drop his hand, it just flops onto the tile. Mello has retreated into himself and he really cant comprehend anything now.
He has his legs pulled up to his chest and I can see a pool of blood forming around his feet. I pull his hurt leg out so it was across my lap. I rolled up his jeans, now soaked with blood, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Scars, scabs, and gushing cuts are scattered all over his calf, almost none of his skin was untouched. I bite my lip and clean as much of the blood away as possible and bandage his leg, from his knee to his ankle.
After I was done I put his leg down and looked up at his face. His eyes are staring off into nothing and he hasn't moved yet.. I hold his arm by the wrist and pull him to me. He falls into my arms and I hold him tight.
He doesn't do anything for a while, but soon I feel his tears on my skin as he nuzzles his face into my neck.
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