Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
I want to think two special people: LLives for the reviews and Catreana for the encouragement to make it longer (which I did (:) also I want to think: Mello-obsessed, Beyond'sWaraNingro, and mattxmellomxm2forever, thank you all for the reviews.
I sighed, this meant no, I know what I'll be doing when I get home. I was thinking about my suicidal plans, when Mello jammed his lips against mine, it was a passionate kiss, not a pity one.
"Does that answer your question?" He demanded between kisses. I nodded, he loves me, my life is complete.
"But I'll never deserve you," I whispered, "I'm a fat ass, fucking cutting, fuck-up…"
"Matt! Don't ever talk about yourself in that way or…" he said as he thought of something evil, "or I'll have to rape you."
I smirked. "I'm a dumb ass."
He smirked too, "You're asking for it." He said and kissed me again. After a while of sucking (of the face that is) Mello looked at the car clock and broke away.
"Your appointment started ten minutes ago."
"Ok" I said getting out of the car door.
"Wait." He said as he gave me a quick peck, I smiled as I turned around.
"I love you." He said. My heart fluttered as I got a tingly feeling in my stomach.
"I love you too." The words came so naturally, like the gods were expecting this. I got out of the car and he drove away, I took a deep breath and walked through the door.
A woman was sitting in the waiting room…well waiting, she looked up from her clipboard and smiled.
"Hello, I'm Darla, you must be Matt, shall we go to my office?"
"K'" I said, we walked into her office and all her happiness faded. She was now the most depressed woman I've ever seen. She was quiet for a while.
"Matt," she finally said, "Mello tells me that you have been hurting yourself." It sounded like a question.
"Uhh…yeah, well I used to, I don't think I will anymore." I said confidently.
"Uh-hum, and your bulimia?" She said writing something down on her clipboard.
"My parents used to call me fat." I whispered sadly.
Then she looked up, "Oh, I see now, were you're parents abusive?"
"Yeah…well sometimes."
She smiled, and it wasn't even a comforting smile. It was a smile that said Ha! I was right! What a bitch.
"So how long have you been hurting yourself?"
"6 years."
"How long have you been throwing up?"
"Ever since my mom called me fat for the first time and I found out it was a good way to lose weight." I said.
She nodded.
"Well, you say you won't do it again, but I believe you will, cutting, believe it or not, is an addiction, you probably won't be able to quit it cold turkey, same with bulimia."
As I said before, what a bitch, "I can stop if I want to!"
"Okay…" She said sarcastically.
"Fuck you!" I said as I ran out of the room, and into the parking lot, where Mello was waiting for me.
"Hey," He said as I got in the car. "What's wrong? You were only in there 20 minutes…"
"That lady is an ass fuck."
"What did she say?" Mello asked as we sped away from the hell hole.
"Well…"
After I told Mello almost word for word what happened he almost tried to call up one of his mafia buddies to get a hit on he, luckily for her, I stopped him.
"Well since that didn't work…" then he mumbled something.
"What was that, love?" I asked curiously.
"…"
"Huh?"
"How about group therapy?" He asked loudly.
"What? Group therapy?"
"Yeah, I looked into it while you were in your section."
"…Will it make you happy if I go?"
"Very much so," He said nodding.
"I sighed, "Fine, I'll go."
He smiled. He was happy. I was happy.
"I going to take a shower…want to help?" I said sexually. (A.N:Ha Ha Sex )
"Yes sir!" He said when his phone rang, he sighed and answered it. I played with his hair while he talked.
"Shit!" He yelled as he hung up.
"What is it, Melly-Belly?"
"Rod just fucking blew some guys head- did you just call me 'melly-belly'?"
I smiled. He smiled too, then sighed.
"I have to go." He said.
I stopped smiling.
"Bye, I love you." I said sadly.
"Love you too, and don't be sad, I'll be back soon, I promise." He said as he pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.
I sighed, I loved that guy. He left then I walked into the bathroom…alone. I got into my birthday suit and saw the razor…
Ohhh...cliffy!...again.
