This chapter is dedicated to Kyoko Keehl and ToNightIamgone for their insane amount of reviews. Thank you all so much! Now, fyi, this chapter will be in Mello's POV. As usual, if there are inconsistencies with his thought process that was intentional. I hope that you will all enjoy this!
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Sinner. That's what I am.
Looking up into Matt's tortured face, I could feel the weight of every mistake, every sin, pressing against my stunted heart. His forehead was wrinkled and his delicate eyelids were scrunched up as he suffered through another unpleasant dream. Was he still dreaming about death? Or maybe he was dreaming about before that, back when he sold his innocence to appease my cold ruthless being. Such a sinner as I.
"I'm so sorry, Mattie," I whispered as I ran my fingers over his soft lips. He grunted a little and pulled me closer to his bare chest. It hurts to be so close to someone you love and yet so very far.
None of this was his fault; I realized that quite soon. There were reasons for our madness, but mine were self-inflicted whereas his were not. They were forced upon him. Me, my fault. It was only me who had torn up what hope he had who had stripped him of all he was. For what? What good did it do, except keep him just a little closer for a little longer? Selfishness. My greed created the person now holding me in his arms, and that thought alone made me want to die. I did it to him.
Matt's breathing quickened a little, a sure sign that he was waking up. Out of habit, more than conscious thought, my eyes slid shut and my breathing continued its slow, even pace. The sheets rustled as he looked around to make sure that everything was in its place, that everything was still ok. Finally, I felt his eyes rest on my, on my bruised and naked body. It had been another night of rough sex.
Once he was certain I was sleeping, Matt pulled away from me and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower running droned against my eardrums and I softly turned to face the bathroom door. Some steam was seeping from the crack in the door, floating up to the ceiling.
I didn't really sleep anymore. There was no controlling the horrid night terrors or the twisted dreams, and I was too tired to take that anymore. Drugs were never really my thing either, made me too weak and pathetic. Drinking alcohol would have been nice, but Matt never kept a drop of that stuff in the house. It probably reminded him too much of the Mafia. Who could blame him? Not me, not the one who would lash out at him in a drunken rage while he took it with a smile. With a fucking smile.
A gasp of pain escaped from my tightened throat as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. He hadn't been gentle in a long time, and my exhausted body didn't have the energy to mend itself. Pain was good though; it was a penance that I was willing to pay. I debated with myself as I watched the bathroom door. If I went in and showered with Matt, he would want sex. On the other hand, if I didn't he would probably bitch and moan that I wasn't appreciative enough. The monster in me wanted to lash out, to show Matt exactly what his place was, but I shoved that down. I created the monster to survive, to thrive in the underworld, but it had no place here.
"You fucking owe me!"
Yes, I did.
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Matt called in sick for work today before heading out to buy some stuff. Although I tried hard, this morning didn't go as well as I hoped. Mello continued breaking through before I could stop him and another argument ensued. It was all because of a priest. It had made no sense, what Matt did. I knew that he didn't particularly care for religion and that he only went to keep an eye on me, but still, why murder the man? Was it because I confessed to him?
"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. It's been one year, two months, six days since I last confessed."
"Speak, my son."
"I have…done so much wrong." Tears stung at my eyes, some even trailing down.
"God forgives those who ask for forgiveness. Be brave and confess before the Lord."
"I…have lusted. In my foolishness, I lusted after my best friend. Father, I hurt him s-so bad."
"It's all right, continue."
"I m-murdered people, I stole, I cheated, I coveted and took. But Mattie, fuck, I hurt him…"
"I can see your heavy heart," the man said calmly. "Confessions are not only to help gain forgiveness, but are to help heal the heart. You have many unresolved issues, my son. Now, what did you do to your friend?"
Father Daniel heard my confession, the only one to hear of what I did to Matt. Was that why he died? Did Matt know that's what my confession was about? It didn't make sense, but nothing else did either. Still, I had to know, Mello had to know. Why the killing again?
~_~_~_~_~_
It had been hours since Matt drove off, but I wasn't surprised. Worried? Yes. Surprised? No. It had become a common thing for him to drive off in that hunk of junk car and not come back for hours, or even days. He never bothered to explain himself, but each and every time I was worried that we had been discovered. Had he been killed by a vengeful Kira worshiper?
The news was on as usual. Fear bubbled up in my chest as I just waited to see his mangled body, tossed in a ditch. Would they put his autopsy picture up, wanting anyone to call and identify the body? If they did, could I even make that call? Or would he just remain a John Doe, buried alone on the side of the hill?
"There was a fire reported today. Three people were injured and one man died. His body was so charred that it was unrecognizable, yet police believe that they can identify the man."
Fire.
"The explosion seemed to have been caused by a string of bombs surrounding the area, remotely controlled by the man who is now in a body bag."
Explosion.
"His flesh had been licked by flames and his lungs were burned not only by the heat but by the smoke. It was a slow death, and agonizing. There was no one there to rescue him, and he cried out to his God."
There was vomit on the floor as I sobbed and heaved. Phantom pains shot through my left side, making me scream in agony. This wasn't real, it wasn't real, it couldn't be! There was no fire, there was no smoke, I am ok. But I wasn't. Everything burned, it seared through my flesh. I prayed, prayed so hard as I dug through the fiery rubble, needing to get away from the Japanese police. There was blood, so much blood and the agony. It left me dizzy.
Still shaking, I looked up at the television. The woman's smiling face was seen and a picture of a puppy was beside her.
"And that's the story of Bells. I'm Janice Lovelock, and I'll see you again at six." Cheery music played, the news logo went up and then a commercial played. There had been no fire, no one dead.
The mess, I needed to clean it up. Swallowing painfully, I forced myself to my feet and went for the cleaning supplies. Thankfully, there was hardwood flooring in the living room and it wasn't too hard to clean the puke up. Still, I found myself scrubbing and scrubbing. I could feel the burn, the flames licking my body. There was no greater pain than being burned alive. No greater pain physically, that is.
"What the hell is wrong with you," Mello hissed. "Do you like being the bitch? Are you too scared of a little fire? It made you stronger, damn it! Suck it up! They'll eat you alive, they always will!"
I was just so tired. Tired of struggling, tired of running, and tired of fighting. I just wanted rest. But sleep brought no rest. Even orgasm didn't sooth me. It was painful, nothing more.
Hating Matt was impossible. He used my body to gain that release, to be free from this horrid world for a moment, but I didn't hate him for it. Didn't I do the same to him? No, it wasn't the same, but it wasn't any better.
"Matt!" I called out around my chocolate bar. He looked up from the computer screen, his eyes practically glazed over from staring at it too long. I licked my lips as I stared at him. That's all, just watching. He saw my gaze and began to shift uncomfortably. I could see the bulge and laughed; he wanted me so badly and he tried so hard to hide it. No pun intended.
"W-what, Mels?" he asked, trying to tear his eyes away from my hand as it slid down my chest.
"Mmm, I don't know." I know you want me. "Why don't you take a break, and sit by me?" It's all just a game.
"Uh, well, I'll be fine over here, actually." How cute, he tried to sound serious.
"Suit yourself," I sing-songed. Wicked hands, my own filthy hands slid down to rub at my crotch. The leather felt good against my flesh, and I stroked a little harder. All work and no play wasn't something I liked to do, and playing with Matt was the most fun.
A glare hid his eyes from me, but I knew he was watching. The truth was, I wanted him to watch me. I wanted him to touch me just as much as he wanted to touch me. Our little romance had started so many years ago, and so innocently, but those times were far gone. My intentions were anything but innocent. Letting my eyes slide shut, I could picture Matt touching me. His hot mouth working me into a frenzy while I helplessly moaned.
It was too much for him, so he came to play. Pushing my hand away, Matt pulled the zipper down and freed my straining cock. Immediately, one hand got to work on my member, as I watched his other hand slide down to his own need.
"Suck me, like the bitch you are," I groaned, the familiar language of the whore houses slipping through. Matt was no bitch, he was special. He was the only one who had ever and ever will, make me feel this way.
Blue eyes looked up through brownish bangs as he took the head into his mouth. I wanted to scream in pleasure, to hold him still and face-fuck him, but I had more control than that. I was Mello, and I never showed weakness. Instead, I just bit my knuckles, holding back cries of pleasure and adoration. He worked so hard to pleasure me, and he knew just how to do it right. The only one who knew how to do it right.
I loved Matt, but there was no room for love in war. There was no space for it amidst revenge on conquest. And I would die before the end.
Being left alone in the house, I had no choice but to live with my haunting memories. I had shamelessly torn him apart, inside and out. I deserved this punishment for what I had done. But I couldn't help but wish that Matt had been spared. He didn't deserve to suffer like I did.
"Hail Mary, full of grace." My fingers were already sliding on the beads. "Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen."
The words, etched into my mind continued as I moved to another bead. The Virgin, the beautiful and blessed Virgin. I begged to her in my mind. Begging that she could see Matt as blameless and free him from these tortures. Mary would understand the pain; she had lived through so much in her life. "Please," I whispered, "please help Matt."
~_~_~_~_~_
Matt came home with some food and another bag of something. He threw that bag in the bathroom before just falling down on the couch. His Playstation 3 sat alone and untouched and the television continued to flash stupid sitcoms. I missed seeing him play his games, always engrossed. He used to run into walls all the time since he refused to look up from his game. I laughed back then. When was the last time I laughed?
"What the fuck's your problem?" he snarled as I stared at him.
Steeling up, I, Mello replied. "Your stupidity is my problem."
"Piss off, jackass," he hissed. "I'm not stupid."
No, you're just stressed out. "If you weren't, there wouldn't be a dead man on the news all the fucking time."
He was on his feet again, shoving me against the wall. I felt a few stitches pull out, but I didn't want another fist fight. "You better just shut the hell up, Mello! It's none of your damn business why I do what I do!"
Yes, shut up Mello. "Ok, I'll shut up!" I yelled, hoping that he'd back away and not give me another set of bruises.
Slowly, his balled fists released my shirt. Those striking blue eyes stared at me for a moment before he leaned in for a kiss. I could have turned away, but I didn't have the will to. There wasn't any love between us anymore and that hurt. That's why I didn't want to be touched by him anymore, I didn't want to feel like the slut I was for years. Not with him. However, I didn't have the will power to deny him. They say that the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference. That's why I'm so scared I don't love him anymore.
~_~_~_~_~_
How stupid of me! I thought that everything would be ok, that Matt would get out of this funk, but no, no, no, no! When I found out that he had been hurt by a priest I wanted to cry. The look on his face, the fear that was still imprinted. Why didn't I ever figure it out? Why did I let him come to a place that would hurt him? If we didn't go to church, he would have never gone berserk. Now, there wasn't only one body, but two.
"Shit, holy fucking shit!"
The new lady was rambling about the dead computer shop owner and I paced in front of the couch trying to figure out what to do. If we stuck around here any longer, Matt was likely to go off and kill someone else and the police would eventually find us. If we ran…where could we go? Would we have to live like gypsies, always moving and always afraid of being caught? I didn't even notice that my thoughts were running out of my mouth.
"Mello, get in here." Jerking to a halt, it took me a moment to realize that Matt was awake and calling for me.
Walking into the room, I couldn't help but allow my intellectual side to question him. Even if he had a right to kill the priest (which I still doubted), what had that innocent man done to deserve death?
"Matt, you're awake," I sighed softly, looking over his pale naked body. "What the fuck is going on?" As soon as the words left my mouth I felt stupid for asking. Would he go into a rage? Would he try to kill me?
"You need to get us a van," he stated calmly. Unlike me, he wasn't panicking. "We're leaving here as soon as I get rid of the evidence that we were here."
As I turned to follow out the command, I couldn't help but ask the saints for protection. The prayer was not only for me, but for Matt too.
"Wait," Matt snapped as he grabbed my wrist. His next words stung at me and the look in his eyes turned my blood cold. "If you leave me, I'll kill you. I'm dead serious, Mels, I will kill you."
He was serious, and I was afraid. Afraid of the monster I had created.
But I had a job to do. I needed to get us a vehicle to leave. Stealing a car wasn't hard. It hadn't been hard since Matt taught me how to do it.
"Er, Mello, kicking won't make the car turn on."
"What the fuck do you want me to do?!" I snapped as I let my boot collide once more against the front bumper.
"It's out of gas, Mels, so it's not going to turn on. Let's just grab another car and be on our way."
Glancing at him, I considered his words. Was Matt saying what I thought he was saying? Did he seriously know how to hot wire a car? Looking over him, at his unimposing outfit and his bored expression, no one would believe how much intelligence was stored in that brain. That brain was at my disposal, to do whatever I wished with it.
"You know how to jack a car, Mattie?" I asked softly, enjoying how he blushed at my using his pet name.
"Y-yeah. C'mon, I'll show you how to do it too."
I was impressed to see him work on some random car. Those gloved fingers worked deftly, and soon we were rewarded with a purring beast of a car. "That was easy," I complimented as I slid into the passenger seat.
"Or you can do this," he instructed as he pulled down the sun visor to reveal a set of keys.
"Aww, were you showing off just for me?" I purred as I leaned into his personal space. "For me, Mattie?"
"Maybe a little?" he replied softly, looking into my eyes and begging for a reward.
I wondered if he was finished cleaning up yet as I drove into the garage with the white van. Walking into the house, I was hit with the smell of bleach and I nearly gagged. Matt was still scrubbing things down, careful not to leave behind even a hair of evidence. When he refused to acknowledge my existence, I decided to pack up.
"I'll pack up."
Still, no response. Just the constant scrubbing.
My body went on auto-drive as I packed everything up. All I could even think to do was pray. I could pray that we would be ok, that it would all work out. We could leave the country and move to Slovenia. My father's house was still up and we could move in there. I would never force him to church, and he would never have to worry about people coming to arrest him. He would be able to finally calm down and live his happy life. I could still here his voice, that wishful tone as he whispered his dreams to me. Dreams of a happier life away from everything. This life was a far cry from that, and I wanted to make it better. In the least, I owed him that.
"It never ends, does it?" I heard him whisper as I walked in to get him. There was such sadness, such defeat in his voice.
Mello wanted to scream that no, we would be different, that we would beat the system. After all, he had been above that system for so long, but that's not who I was anymore. I was broken, tired, and without reason. "Usually, it doesn't. For us, it never will."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he screamed as he shoved me against the door. "We can't give up, never! Don't tell me you're scared!"
"I am scared!" I screamed back, hoping that he could see, that he could understand. L was gone, revenge was gone, twenty years of my life was all fucking gone!
"I refuse to believe that," he hissed angrily. "And you can't believe that either!"
A look of disgust and hate seared through me, cutting me deeply. There had only been one person who had never looked at me like that, no matter how stupid I was or what sinful things I did. It had been my Mattie, but even that comfort was torn away as he handcuffed me to the back of the van. I felt sick, disgusted with myself. Even as I prayed, I wondered if anyone was listening anymore.
~_~_~_~_~_
Insanity. That's all this was. I begged Matt to stop, to rest, to do anything than smoke and drive. Occasionally his hand would reach over and he would take a drink of Mountain Dew, but that was it. All alone in the back with a raw wrist encased in warm metal, I had no choice but to reflect. Mello was silent and God never answered my prayers.
Sometimes, Matt would start talking to himself. He would mumble something about the surveillance, and sometimes he would cry. I tried to go to him, but the handcuff wasn't the only thing holding me back. The pain, I was scared of it. Just like when I was a child, I shied away from any chance of that feeling shooting through me. Mello never ran from pain, but I did. I always did.
It felt like I was back there for years, but I knew better than that. Matt couldn't keep going without sleep no matter how much caffeine he chugged. No food, no sleep, and no water. I expected this. Still, I was surprised as I felt the van lurch to the side. Sitting up, I tried to see Matt's face.
"Matt? Please, just pull over." His hands clenched the wheel tighter and from the back it looked as if he was trying to overcome the body's needs. He was trying to keep going. "Matt, listen! We're not going to get fucking caught if you take a break! I'll even drive!"
"L-let's do this," he slurred as he struggled to drive. "I'll meet you at the rendezvous."
Swallowing down the fear, I tried to squeeze my wrist out of the handcuff. "Mattie, we're not there anymore," I tried in a calm voice. "You don't need to drive right now."
"I am not fucking scared!" he shouted as he turned to face me. "Mello, I'm not-"
Those unfocused eyes slid shut and he slumped sideways before he could even finish yelling at me. It was strange really, what happened next. I wasn't scared as I watched the wheel spin without guiding hands. There was no sound and for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming again. Everything was spinning, before a loud scream of ripping metal the crash exploded all around. Was I screaming? Was Matt ok?
Pitter-patter. It was raining.
Pain shot through my right arm, and this time I knew I screamed. Opening me eyes, I yelped as the smallest movement caused even more agony. Oh God, did I break my neck? Panting, I looked around without moving my neck. It looked like the van was on its side, and I was dangling from the side that was now facing up. Something cold was lapping at my legs and it took me a few minutes to realize that it was water. Water? Wait, Matt.
"Matt? Are you ok?" I called nervously.
The lack of response made my heart skip a beat. After a few deep breaths, I tested my neck, seeing if I could move it without cutting through my spinal cord. Relief flooded my body as I realized that it wasn't my neck that was hurt. Looking to the side though, all that relief drained out. My right arm, the one that had been handcuffed, was stuck in the twisted metal that used to be the back of the van. Blood dripped out of the mangled metal, accompanying the rain drops that fell in through a hole in the side facing the sky. Wait, I had to make sense of this all. I was cuffed to the back of the van on the passenger side. It was obvious that this was the side that was facing up, so that meant that the driver's side was the one that was…dear God.
"MATT?! Fuck, Mattie!"
Kicking aside some of our stuff, I got a clear view of the driver's seat. Matt was slumped against the cracked window on his side and blood was staining the water that was slowly rising around him. He groaned a little before he slumped again, unmoving. The windshield was cracked as well and I could see that we were in some kind of river. The entire front end of the van was submerged, but the inside of the van hadn't equalized yet. Water was slowly filling up the vehicle from the cracks, but I knew that soon the glass would have to give way to the pressure.
Ignoring the scream of pain, I pulled myself up using my pinned arm as leverage. From my side of the van I could see that the butt end of the stupid vehicle had landed on some kind of rocks which explained both the mangled metal and the fact that the back end was higher up than the front. Lowering myself, I gasped as I realized how quickly the water was rising. Looking back at Matt, I could see that half his face was already submerged. If he didn't wake up, he would drown.
"Please, Matt wake up!"
But…no matter how much I screamed, nothing happened. The water continued to rise steadily and I was helpless to watch. I tried everything, but I wasn't able to reach Matt. His seatbelt prevented him from floating much in the water and I knew that very soon he would drown. But what could I do?
Crying, I prayed to God, begging for a miracle or anything. Protect Matt, help me, something! But as the minutes passed by nothing happened. My feet were numb, but there was no pain that could compare to watching the one you loved dying only a few feet away from you. With wide eyes I watched as he was completely submerged in the icy water. My throat was raw from screaming. I thought I saw his eyes fluttering, but he didn't move. His body convulsed as it tried to breathe, but nothing filled the lungs except that damned water. Laughing, I was laughing now. Kira couldn't kill me with fire, and now he chose water. But I wouldn't die. I was too high up for the water to drown me. No, I just got to watch as Matt's body eventually stilled, the only movement was the water swirling his red hair.
Pitter-patter. Splash. Hot tears streamed down my face as my left hand tightened around my rosary. I had done nothing but pray for protection and for Matt, and this was what happened? "Why have you forsaken me?!" I screamed at the sky, but there was no divine revelation, no answer of any kind. Just that damned pitter-patter. I failed; there was nothing I could do.
"…"
Sobbing, I realized that I was right. There was nothing that I could do. I was too weak, always had been. There had only been one person who had been strong enough. He laughed at fate and kicked it in the teeth with prejudice. Yes, he was the closest thing there was to a god right now. I needed Mello.
My hand tightened around the rosary, before I tore it off my neck. The beads shot everywhere, floating around the water under me. Slowly, I unclenched my hand and I watched as the crucifix dropped into the water and disappeared in the darkness. "Fuck you," I hissed before looking around. There was a way, but it wasn't going to be pretty. Oh well, my beauty hadn't been an issue since the first fire. Clenching my teeth, I grabbed a loose piece of jagged metal.
"Just hold still, Matt," I hissed before closing my eyes tightly.
Metal tore through flesh and there was no holding back the scream through my clenched teeth. Excruciating pain, but it wouldn't last that long. With a deep breath, I shoved the metal further, hearing the sinews tearing and giving way to the sharp object. Cutting through the bone would have taken too long, so I had gone for the path of least resistance. Joints were a hell of a lot easier to cut apart.
Another shriek of pain, but I didn't stop. Forcing my eyes opened, I finished it. Pulling back the bloodied metal, one last swipe and I fell down into the cold water. Blood spilled everywhere, but I had something else to deal with first. Running through the water and kicking aside anything in my way I fell over to Matt. The icy water came up to my chin, but I ignored it to fight with the fucking seat belt holding him down. He was pale and I almost had the mind to feel scared. Then again, fear was weakness.
"Don't think I'll let you die," I hissed as my hand fought with the buckle that didn't want to give way. "You're mine, asshole, and I'm not giving you to anyone! Shit!"
When the buckled didn't come apart, I waded back to the shard of metal that still shimmered with my blood. It bit into my fingers, forcing more blood for the sacrifice. Still, I held on. Once I took my new weapon to the seat belt, it gave way, releasing Matt from his confines.
"Heh, hold on a little longer," I commanded as I braced myself against the passenger seat and kicked at the fragile windshield. There was no time for me to hold my breath as the glass shattered allowing a painful wave of water to crash into me. Grabbing the back of Matt's shirt, I used my legs to kick away from the van. Once we were clear from the vehicle, I struggled to get to the surface.
My lungs burned, my body was numb, and several times it felt like he was going to slip out of my grip. It seemed that I hadn't moved any nearer to the surface, though, and the thought of leaving him so that I could live flashed through my mind. After all, I always looked out for number one, right?
That crooked smile flashed before my eyes. Wide eyes always watched me, small fingers always holding mine. That nose always red from having so many allergies to outdoor things. Yes, I was always looking out for number one and right now he was unconscious. I would be damned if a little water would beat me. Besides, I wasn't that fucking far from the surface! It was like a motherfucking foot above me!
Breathing is something that most people take for granted, but it was something that I had learned to cherish. This moment was no exception. A loud gasp filled my lungs as soon as I broke the surface of the water, but there was no time to relish my victory. My legs were kicking again and soon we were on the muddy shore. It wasn't enough that he was as heavy as a freakin' cow, but my own limbs felt like cement blocks. Still, I struggled until I pulled him away from the water's edge. Only then did I fall to my knees beside him and start CPR.
Tilt head back, pinch nose, and breathe. Breathe. Push, push, push, push, push. Tilt, pinch, breathe. Repeat. Repeat.
Water spilled out from his lungs, but there was no other response. Still, I tried. I continued. I could have called out to him, begging him to live, but that was stupid and it would have just wasted my breath. Breath that I could be giving him. Instead, I added a solid slap to the routine. Slap, push, push, push. Tilt, pinch, breathe. Slap. Any sane person would have stopped, especially since the blood loss was causing dizziness, but as I've already established. I'm not just a sane person. No, I've never limited myself to such a mundane term. No, I was not even a remotely normal person. I was Mello, and I lived my own way. I would die my own way too, and no one was going to stop me. But first of all, I was going to drag Matt back up to me, if it was just to punch him in the face and call him an idiot.
A passage of scripture came to mind as I fought to revive my friend, my lover. The devil and the angels fighting over Moses' body. In this case, which one was I? Was I selfishly pulling him away from heaven, or was I doing him a favor and dragging him out of hell? Either way, it didn't matter. Only seeing that smile one more time.
My lips covered his mouth, but this time a cough made me jerk away. Immediately, I turned him on his side to help him cough up the remaining water. Rain began to pour even more heavily on the both of us, and I knew that even though we survived this long, chances were that we wouldn't live the night. The cold helped to keep me from bleeding to death so quickly, but I still didn't have long.
"Babe," I whispered as I pulled Matt onto his back. Those blue eyes looked around in confusion and unfocused. He had a concussion and was bleeding pretty badly as well. "Remember me," I whispered against his frozen lips. In these last moments, I didn't have time to feel angry or hateful. One kiss, one last breath.
One chance.
Grabbing his hand, I struggled up the hill that prevented us from being seen from the road. The snow was painted with my blood before it was wiped away by Matt's body. The edges of my vision were going black, but I continued. I could reach the top, I knew I could. Step. Just put one foot in front of the other. Again. Again.
The top of the hill, the side of the road. There were no cars, but one would eventually have to pass through. Leaving Matt's now unconscious body on the shoulder of the road, I trudged to the middle of it. There was no more strength, so I fell to my knees. My blond hair was plastered to my face and neck, but it didn't bother me. I couldn't feel it anymore. All I could feel was the slowing beats of my heart, pumping the blood that was no longer there.
Thump.
Headlights flashed in the distance.
Thump.
They turned the corner.
Thump.
Windshield wipers dancing back and forth.
…Thump.
Brakes screeching.
……Thump.
"So sorry," I muttered. "Matt."
SLAM
Author's Notes: Please don't kill me? -hides behind the chair- I hope that you all enjoyed this as much as you enjoyed the other chapters. Hopefully, this chapter also shed light on Mello during the whole mess. Feel free to comment on any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Also, I would love to read your thoughts on this chapter, so please review! Have any questions? I'll answer them! So, I'm still debating how to handle the ending. One more chapter? Or one more chapter and an epilouge? Maybe even two chapters? Hmm, still not sure yet.
Thanks for reading!