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I need to get out of here. The police will be after me and I'll probably be all over the news because they know that all of Kira's brainwashed minions will see me and would report me in a heartbeat.
They must have already discovered me missing, and I've already wasted too much time, seeing as how I've slept in too late in the day. It's already two in the afternoon. I think I took too many painkillers for the gunshot wound last night. That would explain why I'm so drowsy.
So where can I go? There's nowhere really safe. There are Kira followers all around the world. I guess I could go to America. There aren't as many there.
I kind of wish I could go back to Wammy's. At least it'd be safe.
Oh wow. Who would have ever thought I'd want to go back there? I had been so glad to get out. Ever since the first day I got there.
Actually, looking back on that day now, it makes me smile. It was the day I met Mello. I cried that whole day, but, through the tears, an unbreakable bond was formed.
I don't know what it was about me, maybe I was too small or too skinny or I just looked all-together weak (actually, I still look that way), but I was attacked within my first fifteen minutes in the orphanage. A group of boys ganged up on me and started beating me up.
Now, me, just getting out of an abusive household, was terrified that this place wouldn't be any better. I started crying, which just made them hit harder. It didn't occur to me to fight back because I was used to just taking it. Mello, however, would soon teach me otherwise.
"Hey!" His gruff voice quickly broke up the fight.
Like a pack of trained dogs, the boys quickly snapped to attention. From the first moment I met him I knew that Mello was not someone to be messed with.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mello growled in a way that made me wonder if it was only to scare them or if that was how he always talked.
"Just showing the new kid who's in charge." One of the boys answered.
Mello's eyes narrowed at the statement. "Well cut it out," He snapped. "You remember what it was like your first day, don't you?"
The boys nodded, but mostly out of fear than with actually agreeing with him. I don't think they even actually heard him, they just knew that you didn't argue with Mello.
"I better not see you messing with him again." Mello said. It seemed like more of a warning than a statement.
The boys nodded vigorously.
"Now get out of here!" He snapped.
The boys scattered away as quickly as possible, grateful to get away from the boy who, even at a young age, was already absolutely terrifying.
"Thanks." I told him, after I was sure they were completely gone.
Mello's head snapped to me. He squatted down so his eyes would be level with mine (I hadn't bothered standing up and trying to recover from their attack), allowing a glare to overpower his face in the process, making him seem all that scarier.
"Listen," He breathed, in a voice almost inaudible. "I helped you because I felt sorry for you. It won't happen again. I've been in your shoes, so I know what it's like to come here, alone, and feeling like everyone's against you. Now, the difference between you and me is that I stood up for myself, where you just let them hurt you. Let me give you a piece of advice: you'll never survive here if you're not tough, so you'd better get tough real quick, or you won't make it one week." With that, Mello stood up, confidently turning and striding away. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so confident and strong. I decided then that I wanted to be just like him.
That first encounter with Mello meant so much. I had never before met a person like him. He was so passionate, strong-willed, beautiful and alive that it seemed almost unfair that such a wonderful person even existed.
And you know what? It is unfair. It's unfair that God gave me such an amazing person in my life and then just took him away so suddenly. I can't imagine him dead. He was too full of life. Too vibrant and real. I actually used to believe that it was impossible for Mello to die.
I can't believe he's really gone.
After my encounter with Mello, I found that I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was stuck in mind. The way he had talked and carried himself was so arrogantly powerful that it was near impossible to forget him.
Once I found out Mello was going to be my roommate, I acted calm, but, on the inside, I was ecstatic. I was so fascinated with him at that point and I thought that this was going to give me a chance to get to know him better.
I remember waltzing into my new room, letting my suitcase drop to the ground, and sitting on the bed not occupied by Mello and his many textbooks, all the while trying to look as confident and self-assured as possible.
Mello's face showed obvious confusion. "What are you doing?" He questioned. "This is my room."
"Correction, our room." I answered, allowing a smirk to cross my lips.
His eyes narrowed in another one of his trademark glares and, knowing there was nothing he could do to change his situation, turned all his attention to his math homework, trying to ignore me.
At that moment, my soul was sold. My life became dedicated to Mello. I was with him 24/7. At first it annoyed him, but, soon, he wanted to be with me too. Instead of me having to chase Mello down after class, he would wait up for me. He would save me a seat at dinner. If anyone said anything bad about me, they would have to answer to him (needless to say, not too many people even dared to look at me the wrong way). And, somewhere along the way, we became best friends.
Now, Mello was never the one to show his feelings, but he didn't need to say anything for me to know how he felt about me. I could tell he cared about me from how he acted. I'd bet all the money I have that Mello had hurt every single kid in that house except me. Up until the day he died, he had never touched me in a malicious way. That was enough to let me know that I was his closest friend.
Of course, we were more than just best friends, but that didn't happen until later.
Mello and I have been through so much. He was the biggest and most important part of my whole life. What am I going to do without him?
There's no doubting we were close. He was the only person who knew everything about me, and I'm the only person who knows everything about him. I even knew how he ended up in the orphanage. At Wammy's, the children weren't really supposed to discuss our pasts, but Mello and I weren't really ones for following the rules anyway.
"My parents were killed," Mello answered simply when I asked. "Shot by some low-life just because he wanted their money," Suddenly, his voice became softer but more fierce, "He didn't even care that they had a son at home who was left all by himself."
"At least you have me now." I offered, trying to erase his suddenly solemn mood. It wasn't like Mello to get depressed. Anger I was used to, but not sadness. I didn't like seeing him like that.
Mello turned his head towards me and gave me a small smile. "Yeah. I have you."
I grinned, but it was quickly erased when Mello asked, "What about yours'?"
I gulped nervously. "My parents?"
He looked over at me curiously, noticing my voice had faltered. "Sorry…" He mumbled. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked…"
"No, no!" I immediately protested. "I mean, you told me! It's only fair that I tell you." I took a deep breath for continuing. "Sorry. I just try not avoid it as much as possible. I don't even like to think about it."
"Must have been pretty bad." Mello commented sympathetically.
"Well…my father was abusive," I explained. "He hit me and my mother. He tortured my mother to the point she was driven to suicide."
"Oh, Matt," Mello mumbled. "That's horrible."
"Yeah, well…imagine being the one to find her." I added.
"Oh my God!" Mello exclaimed. "Matt, I'm so sorry!"
"It's all right." I told him, not daring to look up. I was afraid that, if I did, he might see the tears welling up in my goggle-hidden eyes.
"I can't even imagine having to see my parents dead…" Mello practically whispered. His voice sounded far-off, as if he was in another world.
"Well," I continued, trying to pull Mello away from his own thoughts, because I could tell they were bad, "when I found her, I called the police and, when they got there, they saw the bruises on me and started asking a bunch of questions. Eventually, I broke down and told them everything. They took my father away and…" I could no longer take it anymore and my last words slipped out as sobs, "well, here I am."
Despite my best efforts, my goggles had filled with tears. I didn't want to cry in front of Mello, but I just wasn't use to talking about my parents. I had always pushed the thought of them to the back of my mind. I was so afraid of Mello thinking I was weak, but I was wrong. Instead of him yelling at me to suck it up like I expected, he actually put the book down, got off the bed, lowered himself down to the ground where I was sitting, and did something that I thought he would never do: he hugged me.
Like I said before, Mello didn't really show his emotions. He wasn't affectionate at all. That's why his hug meant so much to me. It just proved that he really, truly cared about me.
And that's the moment I realized I loved him.
I loved him, and I always would. I still do. I love him. Nothing will ever change that. Death can't change that.
Oh no. Someone's knocking at the door. The police couldn't have found me already, could they? The police are a group of idiots. There's no way. I just need to calm down.
No, it can't be them. It can't be.
God, I can't be arrested now!