Graffiti chapter ten: Falling by blackdragonflower

Warning: Suicide

Matt didn't know if it was a dream or reality. Then he found the deep bite in his shoulder. He lies back on his bed and curled up into a ball. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he'd been raped. His innocence was gone, taken by a cold-hearted bastard. Matt ached from the assault he'd received the night before.

'What's worth being here anymore? Existence is... pointless... I'm just... a plaything for a maniac and a burden on others... What's keeping me here? I could join mom and dad up in heaven... I could meet them again... then I wouldn't be a burden for those down here and I can be sure the pain won't happen again.'

Matt reached under his mattress and pulled out his pocketknife. He'd never hurt anyone with it, just used it like a tool. He flipped the blade from its casing. It stared at him with metallic eyes, calling with sharpened edge.

The teardrops splattered the bed sheets like the blood that was to come. Matt raised the blade ready to plunge it straight into himself. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.

"MATT!" The redhead opened his teary eyes, instinct stopping him from continuing the arc of the blade. Through the water drops Stripes was rushing towards him. The pocketknife slid onto the mattress. The twenty-eight year old grabbed the knife from the ten year old's side and shut it quickly pocketing it. "Matt... why?" Stripes sat beside the sniffling redhead and pulled him into a brotherly hug. "Why would you do something like that Matt?"

"...Stripes..." Matt buried his face into Stripes' chest trying to stop more tears from coming. "Why did he have to do that to me? Why?"

"What did he do? Who are you talking about Matt?" The boy went eerily silent except for the occasional sniffles. Stripes petted Matt's fiery hair wondering what had driven the boy to want to take his own life. Matt nuzzled closer to his brotherly figure, and that's when Stripes saw it. Matt's shirt slid and the black and green haired male could see the deep bite marks. Stripes gently touched it and Matt winced.

"Don't touch..."

"Matt who did that to you?"

"Uh uh..." Matt shook his head hugging Stripes closer.

"Matt. I can get you out of here if you tell me..."

"W-what?" Stripes didn't like how he had to resort to this.

"Please tell me what happened... Then I'm getting you out of here and back to Mello." The redhead's dull green eyes sparkled a bit but remained dim.

"You could really do that Stripes? Take me back to Mello... to Wammys?"

"Yeah. I could, and I will. But I need to know what happened first Matt. Can you do that for me?"

Matt looked skeptical then nodded from where he rested against Stripe's chest. "Moska... did this to me..."

"Moska? What the hell did that bastard do?!" Stripes asked his tone angry and the volume rising.

"Sh! I promised not to tell!" Matt whimpered. "He said he'd kill me if I told..."

"... Matt..." Stripes sighed. What a predicament. "He raped you didn't he... Moska...?"

The child nodded. Tears. "It... it hurt..."

"I'm sure it did Matt... I'm so sorry... That should have never happened..."

The redhead muttered, "It was my fault..."

"Why was it your fault Matt? What did you ever do to deserve such a harsh thing like that?"

"I... made Mello come here... I deserved it... Mello almost got killed because of me."

"He's not dead Matt. That's what should matter. He's still alive."

"But he's probably mad at me..."

"Is that why you tried killing yourself?"

"No... not... e-exactly..." Matt removed himself from Stripes' hug and curled up into a ball and watched a small bug crawl across the floor. "I-I wanted... to see my parents again... and I... I was tired... of being a burden..." A silver stream ran down Matt's right cheek. "I don't want to get hurt anymore..."

"Matt... suicide isn't the answer. Look, you're not a burden. You are like a little brother to me. I love ya and would be really sad if anything bad happened to you. That's why I'm angry with myself for letting Moska do this to you. I'm getting you out of here Matt. I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore. I swear it." Stripes ruffled the gamer's red hair. "Come on. I think I know where Mello is."

Stripes stood up and took Matt's hand. The ten year old looked up with a slight weak smile. His emerald eyes were beginning to glow faintly again. "Stripes... You'll take me to Mello?"

"Yeah. I promise Matt." Stripes made a cross with his fingers and placed it over his heart. "Cross my heart and hope I don't die for a long time!" Matt smiled and chuckled quietly.

Matt wiped his tears with his sleeve. "Let's go find Mello Stripes... I want to go home."

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I hope you enjoy how this coming along so far and if you like angst stories I suggest you read "Whisper to a Scream" written by xxdemonchild found here -- /s/3981705/1/WhispertoaScream

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