Mellos POV:
"I'm ugly." I almost hiss, dropping the pile of bandages from my face to the floor and for the first time catching sight of myself in the mirror. The horrible, jagged scar wrapping the whole left side of my face, neck, shoulder and right down to my hip.
"it's not that bad mells." Matt tries to comfort, a hand finding my shoulder.
"not that bad!" I can't take my eyes off of my reflection, not that I can see much of anything out of my left eye anymore. "I look like a fucking freak, Matt!" I snap back, unintentionally harsh.
"I think it looks cool..." the redhead gives me a mischievous smile. "you could be in a video game!"
I snort and give my friend a shove out of my way. "whatever."
Matt's POV:
That marked the end of the time I got to spend just enjoying mellos company. Seeing his own face seemed to make him more depressed and angry then ever, and he just didn't seem to want me around anymore. So I spent more and more time in my room and less and less time with him.
When I did sit down with the fire ball he would get angry with me for the smallest things. Even just looking at him made Mello angry now.
Knowing that I slowly slink out of my room to sit on the lounge beside him, the way I did every day. Somewhere deep down I guess I'm still hoping my best friend will calm down and just enjoy being alive again. Slowly I relax back into the cushions, though my peace docent last long.
"get up!" mello snaps, angry glare in place. "your sitting on the fucking remote!"
"oops, sorry mells." I quickly get up and grab the little black box, trying to find the channel he was on.
"stop! Just... Just give it here!" Mello snatches the remote from me roughly and by accident I break the unspoken rule between us.
I paused and starred at the scared blond, mostly out of the shock of having something torn from my hands. Before I even realize what I'm doing wrong the blond grabs me by the shit and pushes me to the ground, letting my head slam into the floor.
"owe..." I go to rub my head but he lifts me up and pushes me hard down again, a sure sign I'm meant to stay still.
"don't fucking look at me!" he snarled like a wild animal caught during a meal. " did you hear me? Don't!"
With that he let me go and stood up, flopping back down in his place on the lounge as though nothing had happened.
I lay there, frozen in place for the longest time. Mello had never once been so rough with me before.
After what felt like forever I got up quietly, slinking back into the bedroom like a beaten dog.