I looked around the room sleepily, woundering exactly what the thing cuddleing agianst my side was, when suddenly I remembered. It was my love, my Mello. I smilled at the thought of him being 'my Mello' which in my mind (and hopefully his) , he was...finally. I closed my eyes once again, but suddenly I felt something odd that made me stir uncomfortably, it was Mello running his hand slowly down my chest. "Mello..?" I whispered as I looked down at him, thinking he was now awake. To my suprise (and confusion) he sniffed the air and murmered something along the lines of a "Hello?", turning slightly. "Uhm.
yes?" I asked in a very confused voice..was he awake or not? All became silent and stayed like that for atleast 4 minutes, by this point I was pretty sure he wasn't awake so I closed my eyes again. Next thing I knew, I heard him gasp and hold his breath as he started shakeing fiercly which made me imediatly sit up and yell his name to try and wake him. When that didnt work, I tried shakeing him roughly...still not working!! Suddenly he screamed at the top of his lungs and rolled directly off the side of the bed. I imediatly jumped off and onto the floor next to him as he tossed and turned, completely terrified. I grabbed his shoulders once agian, shaking him as hard as I could and screamed his name, begging him to wake up from whatever terrible dream he was having.
As soon as he realized it was me, he started to sob uncontrolably as he through his arms around me in a very tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around him and started to rock him back and forth, saying things like "It'll be ok Mello" and "I'm here now, nothings going to hurt you" untill his tears finally came to a complete stop. "Mello are you ok? What did you dream?" I asked in a very concerned voice, I hated to see him like this. He became still for exactly 3 minutes and 20 seconds, as if thinking, before he answered. He looked at me with the most FAKE exspression I've ever seen and told me he didn't remember ...man he was an absolutely terrible liar. I mean come on, even I could lie better than him (which is saying something). I frowned at him dissaprovingly, but I don't think he noticed because he looked at the ground at that very moment.
-thinks: Oh Mello....what could you possibly have dreamt that you don't want me to know?-
-----------------------------------------20 minutes later-------------------------------------
I stared down at my scrambled eggs that lye on my plate infront of me. We were now at the dinning hall, sitting side-by-side in our usual seats. We were the first ones here, as allways, so it was only the two of us. I was starting to get very annoyed at this point, Mello still insisted to lie about the dream. Everytime I would bring it up, he would either change the subject, or completely ignore me.
It seemed as though he had been slightly avoiding me too, I'm suprised he was even sitting next to me right now. -thinks:Maybe he WAS telling the truth, and I was just over-looking the situation. Maybe.....- I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see him shoveling in alot of chocolate chip waffles. -thinks:Wait a second....chocolate? That proves it! He IS lieing to me! Chocolate is Mello's comfort food, and by the looks of the way he's inhaling it right now,
it means somethings really bothering him..- he must have noticed me stareing at him because he suddenly slowed down his eating proccess by alot. I started to pick at my eggs with my fork, turning my head towards him and asking in the most innocent voice I could manage when I was this frustrated, "Uhm, Mello?
Is something wrong..?". He attempted to say something but, since his mouth was stuffed full with chocolate chip waffles, it came out as complete jibrish. I raised an ebrow at him curiosly as to say 'I have NO idea what you just said'. He must have took the hint because he swallowed and repeated what he had tried to say,
"Uhm I don't know what you're talking about, I'm perfectly fine..." followed by a very akward laugh. Ok now, he was practicaly screaming that he was lieing to me...now, I was VERY frustrated. "Oh really..? Because I think somethings wrong. So, what is it?" I emphasized the last part of my sentence angrily, to tell him I wasn't messing around, and that I was getting very, VERY annoyed. He suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back forcefully, causing it to make a very loud scretch on the wooden floor, as he walked over to the sink and set his plate down inside of it. "Nothing" he emphasized the single word in the same way I had. I, as well as everyone else here at the institute, knew that messing with Mello would get you killed...a very slow, agonizingly painful death, but I was so ticked at this point that I had no clue what I was getting myself into. So I slammed my fork down on my plate, and now it was my turn to push the chair back. I did it alittle too forcefully though, and it kinda flew backwards onto the floor (woops ^.^'). "Why must you lie to me Mello!? Why is it so hard to tell me the truth!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he whirled aroung very fast and shot my a glare that almost made me cower in fear. "WHY CAN'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS!?!?!" he screamed back with so much anger.
so much hatered, that I completely lost control of my temper. Before I could stop myself, I screamed the one thing that I knew would completely break him,
"Why do you have to be such a bitch!?!?!". -thinks: Oh crap...what did I just do?
Did I just call him that!? Oh my god...why did I do that!?!?" I screamed at myself in my mind for calling him the one thing that he couldn't bear being called. The first time I'd ever called him that, he almost killed me by slamming me into my bedroom window and holding a peice of broken glass up to my neck,
screaming profanities (sp?) that I didn't think ANYONE knew...then he had suddenly fell to the floor infront of me and had a mental breakdown. It was the strangest, yet scariest thing I'd ever witnesed. My eyes went wide and I slapped my hand over my mouth, hopeing that it would somehow undue what I had said ...but sadly it didn't. Mello stared at me with a look of complete disbelief as I saw tears fill in his eyes, and he started shakeing. "So....thats....what you think ...of me..?" his voice was cracking now, "You....think I'm.....a bitch...?". He was stareing at me very oddly, as if he was being controlled by something that wasnt himself. He seemed very dazzed as he reached shakeily towards the sink, not taking his strange gaze off of me. Next thing I knew, something was being wailed straight at my head and, as I tried to dodge it, I tripped over my other foot and fell to the ground. A glanced back as the item hit the floor with a loud clank....it was a knife. A very large, sharp, steak knife. I gasped as I stared up at him in complete horror. "How could you even think that!?!?!" he screamed fiercely, tears now pouring down his face. For some reason it looked as though as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop. Just like the first time I had called him that dreaded word. I watched as he picked up a very thick cook book and raised it abouve his head, attempting to take a step towards me. I closed my eyes because I knew what was comeing...I deserved it...I shouldn't have called him that. I suddenly heard a loud thump as the book hit the ground, and I heard the sound of L screaming at Mello to calm down. I opened my eyes to see L holding Mello's hands behind his back tightly and trying to get him out of the room. Light was screaming at L to get Mello out, and L said that he was trying and tried to coax Mello into taking him back to his room. Last thing I saw of Mello was him looking down at me with a very confused and lost look as L took him out of the room. Light imediatly ran over and knelled next to me, "Near are you ok!? What the hell happened!?!". I looked up at Light with the same lost and confused look that Mello had given me, "I made a very bad mistake..." I said in a dazzed voice as I walked past Light and out the door.
When I made it to my room I walked in, and locked the door....just incase Mello .....oh what was I thinking! Mello would never kill me! I'm being very childish!
I unlocked the door and walked over to my bed and layed down. Not knowing what to do or what to think, I closed my eyes and drifted into a very deep sleep.
-------------------------------------------14 hours later--------------------------------------
I awoke not only because of the dream I had had about Mello and I's fight earlier, not only because I had to go to the bathroom very badly, but also because I felt watched. I instincivly turned toward my bedroom window, and I could have sworn I saw someone looking in at me... I shook my head, -thinks: It's just my imagination...-. I stood up and headed out the door and towards the bathroom...yeah, because I really had to go to the bathroom, but also because my room was kinda creeping me out with the feelings of being watched, and thinking I saw something outside my window. As I stepped up to the bathroom door, I stopped and looked at the key slot on the door knob...-thinks: oh god, I hope it's not locked..-. I put my hand on the door knob, and was more than satisfied when the door cracked open. I walked inside and flipped on the switch,
shuting the door behind me. As I started walking past the sinks, I heard a soft 'click' come from the door. I swung around, looking at the door with a horrified look...I already knew what had just happened. I ran over to it and grabbed the knob, trying my best to turn it but it didn't budge...someone locked me in.