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(Mello P.O.V)
Matt had never yelled at me before. I don't think he'd ever yelled at all in his lifetime. But I'd deserved it no question.
I'd found Derek a day after my conclusion to find someone to keep my mind off of Matt, but if anything it just made me think about him more.
I was sad when he didn't sit with me for lunch anymore, when he ignored my phone calls or texts, and it shattered me to see him openly ignoring me whenever I tried to speak with him. I threw him paper planes that he burned, I sent him emails he didn't reply to, and whenever I smiled at him he just looked away like I'd insulted him. And when I found out about Derek's history with Matt from Near…
…I had to end it.
The jock looked crushed, but I hadn't cared. I didn't care when he practically begged me to stay with him, and I didn't care that the five alarm chili I dumped onto his head left him with second degree burns. The only thing I cared about was getting Matt back into my life.
But it didn't work.
He was still angry at me. He was angry at me… but for what reason? I told him I ditched Derek, I told him I was sorry, and still he yelled at me and ran off. But why?! And what was this about me being a sheep?! I wasn't a sheep! I didn't follow into the crowd! I hated the crowd! FUCK THE CROWD!
But… maybe that had nothing to do with me.
Maybe Matt was just venting what he'd been bottling up for so long now. Maybe… maybe he was finally fed up with the system and how it was ruining him. Were I in his shoes I'd be just as fed up as him. From what Near told me he got harassed constantly for being the oddball of the school. It didn't help either that he never went to get help or even told an adult other than his parents and siblings about what was going on. With all this, and having me run around with the people he hated so much, it was no wonder why he snapped.
But I had to find a way to help him. Make him see that I was still his friend despite my mistake.
I went back for the chain that symbolized our friendship and followed his trail back to his house. I didn't know what I was going to do but I needed to do something before Matt could hurt himself. Maybe it was an overreaction, but I feared for his life greatly.
I didn't want to bother knocking at the door knowing Matt was just going to lock himself in his room again, so I ran to my own home – ignoring my parent's greetings and questions – and quickly ran up to my room to flip the sheet off my bed to use as a tightrope like I had just three weeks prior. This time, however, I managed to fashion a hook out of a coat-hanger to stabilize the rope I'd be walking across.
The first time I did this as a child I hadn't been too afraid, even if it lead to a broken arm in the end. When I did this just recently, I was scared out of my mind but did it anyway. Maybe because I trusted Matt to catch me if I fell. But today… it was up or down.
And I really hoped I'd stay up.
I prepared to throw the hooked end to Matt's window, feeling my heart race in my chest. I really didn't like having to go through so much fear at the moment, but it'd be worth it to have Matt speak to me again.
I threw the hooked end and it caught onto Matt's windowsill. Once I confirmed it was 'safe' I tied the other end to my bed to make it taut. With this, I made for my leave.
The first step was arguably the most terrifying, but the second was only partially terrifying. The rest of the way… I tried not to think about.
With each step my tightrope jerked a bit, my fear growing more and more. I hadn't liked heights much since breaking my arm in that once instance, but I'd go through this fear of mine to make Matt happy again. He'd done everything to make me happy, even going through his own trauma and fears to do so. He'd even let me stay with Derek even though his own feelings told him he was trouble. Why? Because he wanted me to be happy…
…even if he was miserable.
Well… two can play this game.
I took another step, watching the rope carefully. My nerves piled onto each other like bricks and I could swear they were weighing me down.
Just when I'd almost made it I heard the window open and a terrified, "Mello!" echo through my ears.
I looked up to see a worried Matt too quickly and it jerked the hook of my line out of place, causing me to slip.
It was like time slowed as I remembered the first time this happened.
Ten years ago
I'd just have to take a few more steps and then I'd be with Matt. My parents had grounded me for stealing from the kids a block down – even though they stole Matt's goggles first – and I wanted to see the red head with all of my might! I missed him, and I wanted us to play together!
I'd seen him do this when he came over to my house to play at night past our bedtimes, so it couldn't have been too hard. If Matt could do it, so could I.
My heart thumped in my chest as I took another step. Matt holding out his hand towards mine.
"Almost there, Mels!" He said excitedly.
My heart thumped even louder as I looked up to meet green eyes staring at me happily. I loved his eyes so much. They reminded me of the grass and the hills we rolled down for fun. It was like springtime all year 'round when you looked into his eyes.
Another step, and I held out my hand to grab his.
My mind raced with thoughts of us being together again. Being inseparable and holding each other happily. Me and my best friend… my Matt.
"Mihael!" Came screech from my bedroom…
…and I looked back…
…my foot slipped…
…and the last thing I saw was Matt trying to make a grab for me as I fell faster…
…and faster…
…
…then darkness