Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. A lot has been on my mind and I guess I never really got around to writing much of anything. I think I'll be updating a little more frequently, it depends on how school goes.

Anyway, I'm hoping this story goes somewhere because I really liked my original idea for it and I'd hate for it to go to waste.

Enough rambling. Listen to: Wrapped in Piano Strings by Radical Face and Come Home by One Republic

Chapter three.

~Matt P.O.V.~

I never did get to say goodbye. It's not like he wanted me in his life anyway. I was just a burden most days. Comic relief other days. I miss him.

My mental state was nothing more then unconsciousness. I felt as if I were completely numb. I saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing. I don't remember anything after falling to what I remember to be the bathroom floor after I ended my life. After that, everything went black. Im wondering if I'm dead. Did my 'Make Mello's Life Better' plan work? Did I rid him of me for good? I must be dead. I feel like I've been walking for days on a gravel road without shoes.

There was a faint pounding in my ear, barely noticeable. It started getting louder, and louder and the pace was sporadic and uneven. For a moment, it sounded like my heart beat. Like those times when you lie and your ear drums throb so loud that you think your heart might actually burst out of your chest. I couldn't really say it was to that level yet, but it was getting mighty close. But what am I saying? That of course is impossible. I'm dead.

I turned my attention and looked down at my pale hands. They began growing a lighter shade of pink, almost as if there was pulsating blood pumping through them. Giving them life. I thought for a moment.. That maybe I wasn't dead. Maybe I was just that pathetic, not even being able to kill myself in the proper way...

No! You're dead dammit! I told myself, almost trying.. Convincing my body to stop replenishing itself. My hands curled into fists and I kneeled onto the absent ground. I couldn't think straight. I didn't even know that I was able to think. I squeezed my eyes shut for what I thought were hours. When I reopened them, I was blinded. It felt as if my eyes had been cut wide open, letting any light possible into my retinas. They automatically closed tight once more.

I heard another sound, this time it sounded more like.. It was indescribable. It sounded almost like a voice. It was so melodic and smooth. Almost like.. Like an angel.

But, angels don't live in Hell.

I couldn't make out whose it was, but it was gentle. I wonder if this was simply to tease me. I wonder if this was merely one of the perks of 'offing yourself'. Letting you get a taste of what you can never have. That sounds about right.

They spoke softly. I could tell it was a man, though I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was sincere. Apologetic.

The next second my eyes were ripped open again. I was burned with the bright as day light once more. I yelped in pain and I couldn't see a thing. I didn't know what was happening or where this damned light came from all of a sudden. Can't I just die in peace?

My eyes darted around at the vast open land that surrounded me. Nothing but pure, blinding light filled my gaze. But suddenly something jerked me violently out of my stare.

It was the angel again. The same, harmonious voice that I heard before. The only difference was that I knew who it belonged to. It was my angel.

My Mello.

I dropped my head in realization. He wasn't my Mello anymore. I gave up that right when I put myself here. I fell to the ground, my hands raking through matted hair, trying to deduce why Mello would choose to haunt me when I'm dead.

Then I heard him again, almost sobbing. My mood suddenly changed at that sound. I wanted so badly to find him and just encircle him in my arms. It was torture hearing his broken cries, so vividly now. It was as if only a curtain divided us. I felt so close to him. It was tearing me apart knowing I wasn't, I couldn't take it. His voice was getting clearer and clearer. I could make out words now.

He was saying my name. He was telling me to come back. I scoffed.

I did this for you, Mello. I said out loud. Be happy. A dry sob ripped from my throat that I tried to silent. I couldn't break down in front of him.. No matter where he was.

His image appeared in my head. It was so clear, almost like I could touch him, which I wanted so badly. His eyes were boring into me with a pleading look, putting me in a trance almost. They were forlorn and longing. They matched mine. I felt myself whimper when I saw tears roll down his rosy cheeks and over his swollen lips. His lips started moving. He was telling me something.

Matt, open your eyes. Open your eyes for me. He said gently. My eyes are open. I thought to him.

Please, try and open your eyes wider. Open your eyes and come home. He asked, even gentler. Come home.

I did as I was told, my eyes opened even wider then they were. The white light got brighter, then went out.

I felt something nail me in the gut. I coughed violently, feeling as if I has been holding my breath for years.

The next second, I knew I was awake.

... I was alive.

AN: I am a currently working on the next chapter. Sorry this one was short and a little confusing. It was meant to be that way. When you're stuck in limbo, everything is right-side backwards. But if you didn't get it, Matt thought he killed himself and assumed that where he was would have been Hell.

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