Not Forever No. 2
Matt's dreams were distorted. He tossed and turned in his uncomfortable slumber.
His surroundings illuminated by the sun's rays, as he raced around the silent park, A large oak tree swayed with the wind, and seemed to dance for him. At peace with the world, he waved enthusiastically at a beautiful young woman. Dressed in a light blue sun dress, that complimented her perfect figure, her long, copper-colored hair, adorned with a flower swayed in the breeze as she waved back to him. His cherubic face plastered with an innocent smile. He ran back and forth, grabbing hold of the swining tire swing, swaying back and forth, his childish imaginations, allowing him to roam, free to imagine adventerous tales as he played pretend. He ran towards her. Her arms warm and welcoming as she awaited his embrace.
Silence.
Her smiled was upturned, her sparkling green eyes froze with terror. He looked behind him, and gasped. A man, with wild locks of brown hair, approached her, as he shoved the young boy aside. A knife in his hand, his hazel eyes clouded with rage. Her mouth opened, as if to scream, but no sound was to be heard. She motioned for him to leave. A sacrifice, that was all too real. So he hid, behind the old oak tree, clutching on to the fallen flower, that belonged to her. Her screams were silent, no sound was present, his fearful tears dripped down his face, hoping silently for her safe escape.
But he dared look back, to see her lifeless corpse sprawled on the ground, her cold dead eyes focused to an empty stare. Her mouth forever frozen in a disturbing smile. Matt caressed her cheek, to be painfully struck in the face by his father. He braced for impact, as he feel his back arch, hitting the tree's harsh bark. A unusual sensation enveloped his body, as the tree seemed to consume him.
Darkness filled his eyes.
He was pulled forward, by a strong yet gentle hand, and a familiar face apeared, once again he saw eye to eye with his blonde lover. He smiled as he tried to pull Mello into a hug, but his cold eyes stared him down, as he was pushed away. He watched as Mello faded from his vision.
Reality struck him hard, like cold water.
He grogilly sat up, and rubbed his eyes, still wet from his agonizing tears. He was alone. Nothing to be heard except for the silent humming of the game console as it played the games' opening credits in a loop. His face lit up by the eerie glowing light of the T.V. Matt checked his clock, 3:30. With nothing but his thoughts to entertain him, he cursed his weakness. His greif over powered him, and he allowed it. Silently he stood up, and straigtened himself up. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a pocket knife.
Slicing his arms, drawing forth the blood, like scarlet ribbons that pooled around him. Agony, pain, misery and suffering was the only way to reedem himself. He cursed himself, inflicting his self-punishment, as the night went on. No one heard his cries for help, no one ever did. Mello was the exception, he alieviated Matt's greif, and like a mental patient without pills, he started to unravel.
Happy thoughts were at least faked in the presence of his love, and memories of joy were recalled with Mello. But now, what else was there to live for?
No. He gripped the handle of his pocket knife and threw it to the ground. He frowned at himself in anger. He hastily wiped off the blood on his arm with his shirt.
"Mello, I fucking swear, that someday I'll find you, and by that time I would take care of you. Remember this, Mihael I'm not your fucking dog, and I'll prove that to you..." he whispered angrily.