I had not much inspiration for this chapter... sorry it's so short... but it's a chapter nonetheless! :D

Chapter 25: Thoughts

Matt sat with his hands in his hair from frustration. His best friend was kidnapped by the same who broke down Near's mind. It had been two weeks since Mello's disappearance and Matt took his place over and talked to Near now and then. The boy still didn't respond. Matt didn't know if Near could hear him or that he really was deaf for the world around him, but he kept talking to the guy.

Mello would've appreciated that…

Matt let out a deep sight moved from his sitting position to lay down on his bed. Well… actually Mello's bed, but he never used his own anymore. When he lay down on the blonde's bed the faint smell of him let him think that he was still here.
After he calmed down two weeks ago in L's office from his small break down he had tried his best to find Mello. Days flew by without him taking a break and L saw he needed some rest. So he was sent to his room from time to time to get some sleep. Though sleep didn't come as easily as before. Every time he tried to close his eyes at night he thought he heard the sound of B creeping into the room.

What is B doing to him? How long will it take for him to become just like Near? Will L and I this time succeed in finding B's hiding place?

Matt stared upset up at the ceiling above him.

Where are you, Mels?

Matt came by at least once a day. He talked about the search for Mello and what they already did to get his location. They hadn't been more successful as they were with me. Even I didn't know where B had brought me after the manor... I was kept in the same room day in day out and if I could go out my room I was blindfolded.

I had no clue where Mello was myself... but I knew it was an awful place.

Even though I couldn't help L and Matt with more information about his whereabouts, I could give them hope that I was getting better. At least some part of my mind did. The other half still held me down in the dark sea in my own head. I tried to move everyday in hope it would work, but no success. I couldn't even move a finger.

There was something that kept me here. Something that held me down and didn't want to let me go.

I wondered what it was that prevented me from breaking through the surface.

What is happening at Wammy's? Are L and Matt looking for me? Did Near responded already?

Mello lay on the bed in his dark room. He felt a little dizzy after he had woken up. Earlier B had come into the room with a container full of green liquid. He had held his head down in that awful stuff until his thoughts became fuzzy and well... he didn't remember much what happened after.

Many thoughts flew through his head. He knew it wasn't longer than maybe two or three weeks he was here with B. His only wounds were the holes that the pitchfork made, a cut in his arm, some bruises and the M branded on his lower back. It wasn't as bad as he thought. Near looked way more worse when he had appeared after ten months.

But I mustn't forget he looked like that after ten months... I'm here lesser than one I suppose.

B messed with his mind a lot too, like with that freaky greenish liquid. It was hard, but he kept his head up high and tried to show his fear as little as possible.

This angered B often... that was where the bruises came from. But he didn't care about such little as a few bruises. If he could trouble B and make him feel bad as revenge for hurting him and Near it was worth it.

I mean what more could he do to me?