Mello's pov

So I didn't really plan on tell him I'm a demon but it's not like he'll tell anyone. I just can't believe how well he took it. I knew the other boy, BB, wouldn't react so bad because he's part demon. That boy Matt he just nodded and thought that he should be freaking out but found to both of our surprise that he couldn't. I figured that I would have wipe his memory of the encounter but now I don't. BB and Matt left so that I could unpack my things. I told them I could find my way to the dinning hall when it was time for dinner. I didn't miss the looks of disappointment they both had. A cold familiar wind told me that my parents were entering the room. My mom the royal bitch that she was had the nerve to run her hands through my hair in a 'I'm-going-to-make-you-pay' kind of way. That's how it always is. They show up and beat, cut, rape, and whatever else they can do to try and break me. They fear me. I am their only daughter. And I inherit Hell if they die. My father is the one and only Satan. That's not a weird home life at all. My mother's hands now twist my hair into knots and she begins to rip it from my head, a strand at a time. My father cuts into my skin with a dull rusted knife. They continue to distory my body but I don't feel it any more. I just don't care. I'm their slave. Always doing their work for them. Now I ran off. They know where I am that is obvious but they will let me live on earth again. Only coming to bother me when they need something or they're bored. I stand still until they leave me with my hair on the floor beneath me and my body drenched in my own blood. It hurt like a bitch, and I wanted to cry, but I won't give them the satisfaction of my tears. They could kill me if they wanted. But they won't. I'm their plaything, their toy, their dog. I've long since stopped trying to stop them and it frustrates them. They want to see my cry. They want to see me beg. They want to see me die from the inside out. So I don't. I act like nothing's wrong just to prevent them from getting what they want. I do cry though. I break and tape myself back together when they aren't looking. But I've been using the same tape for years and I don't think it will hold me together anymore. I need a glue to keep me from falling apart. I just don't know where to find it. I morph into the same image I had taken from Matt's mind. I hope I got everything the same.

Matt's pov

Mello basic told me and BB that she didn't need us. We knew that before. Mello is a demon. Why does that sound so right to me. Mello is a supernatural creature that could kill anyone she wants and is living in an orphanage. For some reason I run up the stairs to her room and swing open the door. Mello was standing in the center of the room, two people were there. The woman ripping the hair from her head and the man viciously tearing open her perfect skin with what I guessed to be a rusted knife. None of them noticed me. They adults disappeared into thin air. Mello looked like a walking corpse. Then she began to change back into the Mello I had seen when she first arrived. It took a minute before she saw me standing there. She looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights. I crossed the threshold and closed the door behind me. Mello lost all expression and reminded me of Near. I walked over to her. She took a step back and fell over the bed behind her. Her eyes never left mine. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a sitting position before sitting next to her. I put my arms around her. I'm just eight but something tells me that I need to be here for her. I think she's trying to hold herself together. I know that she can't. She just can't. I can guess that she's has been though. There was this strange feeling I got when I looked at her that told me 'This girl is alone, she can't take it anymore. Somethings wrong. Help her. Help her.' The last two sentences repeated themselves in my head. Running together, running over, and runnig in different volumes until I felt like my head was going to explode. I just held Mello tighter and she held me back.

"What did you see Matt?" Mello whispered.

"Everything I need to. Now I just need to know what I saw."

Mello told me everything about how her parents used her like a dog and defiled her. I knew that I was her glue. And like earlier when I found out I was her bitch, I didn't care. Something told me that Mello was going to be the death of me, and I still didn't care. I already knew that from the moment I laid eyes on her.

A/N I think I'm making rush too fast, tell me if I am.