AN: This is the last chapter before the epilogue. It is very fluffy and almost bittersweet. It's also very short.

Disclaimer: Death Note…eh, it should be obvious by now. I don't own the song mentioned, either.

Suggested Listening: Not an Addict – K's Choice. Listen because of the mood, not the lyrics. Or Your Guardian Angel – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Chapter 13 – Road Trip to Hell (AKA The Rest of Our Lives)

The music ran through my headphones into my brain.

I was currently in a mini-van with Misa, Helena, Beyond, and Mikami. Oh, and Matt was there, too. We're currently driving across the state to the closest 'good-quality' psych ward. They have a rehab there, too. Isn't this all just grand?

I sighed and turned my music up louder, glancing over at the sleeping Matt beside me in the back seat. I then glanced at our entwined hands and let a small smile break through. My eyes closed for a moment, relishing in the feel of Matt's hand in mine.

'I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to Heaven'

I opened my eyes immediately and skipped back to the beginning of the song. I turned the volume up completely and stuck the one of the earbuds next to Matt's ear. He jumped awake and I smiled, trying not to laugh.

"What the Hell?" he growled quietly at me.

I shrugged in response and told him to listen to the lyrics. He placed the earbud in his ear and I turned the volume back down. A few lines into the poetic verses, he looked at me with fathomless eyes.

That's when I knew that it was all okay, that we're going to get through this.

That's when I knew that he really loved me.

I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, only to get an empty water bottle thrown at my head.

"PDA!" Beyond yelled before turning back around. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at the back of his head.

"How much longer until we get there?" Matt asked, tapping his fingers against his knee. His other hand was still held firmly in mine.

"About 20 minutes," Helena replied from the driver's seat.

"I'm going back to sleep," Matt grumbled, resting his head on my shoulder. I blushed a little bit at that, but I leaned my head against his anyways. I continued listening to music, actually feeling content with my life, until Misa gently shook me awake.

"We're here," she said, in a quiet-for-Misa, but normal-for-us voice.

I opened my eyes, and looked around. I couldn't see much from the car, but from what I could make out the asylum looked like a ski lodge.

"Hey, Matt," I grabbed his shoulder and shook it lightly, "We're here."

"Fuck," Matt groaned, sitting up. He cracked his neck and all his knuckles, earning a disgusted look from Misa.

"You guys getting out, or what?!" Beyond yelled from outside the car.

"Or what!" Matt shouted back, "I don't wanna go!"

I sighed and unbuckled both of our seatbelts. Matt immediately tried to re-buckle his, but Mikami grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the car. I rolled my eyes and got out after them. Before Matt could attempt to crawl back into the car, Helena slammed the door shut. Matt pouted and we started into the building.

"Hello," the woman at the front desk, whose name tag read 'Naomi Misora' greeted, "How may I help you?"

"We called," Beyond replied smoothly, "We have two people that are to be staying here."

"Names?"

"Their names are Mail Jeevas and Mihael Keehl. We made the, um, reservations under the name Lawliet."

"Is that legal?" Naomi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. My grandfather recently adopted them."

"Do you have the papers?"

"Yes."

At that point, Helena walked up to the desk and pulled a thick pad of papers from her bag. Naomi looked them through and nodded. She made a call on the phone and a couple minutes later, a male doctor walked through the doors.

"Mail and Mihael?" he asked, surveying the group.

Matt grabbed my hand and stepped forward, "Matt and Mello," he corrected.

The doctor nodded and scribbled something on a clipboard. Wonderful, they're already taking more notes than necessary.

"Come with me," he said, and we followed through the double doors, looking back and waving at the group. We wouldn't be seeing them for a while.

I took a deep breath and turned my head and smiled up at Matt, who glanced down at me, looking worried. I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

I closed my eyes, realishing in the feeling of hope this place was giving me. I haven't hoped in so long.

I think I can begin to move on.