AN: Hey guys! this is my first death note story... be nice... those of you who like total drama island might have read the stories I wrote while under the pen name Iloveduncan22. like I said first DN story so I'm doing my best. this is Matt's POV. I guess you could, somewhat, call it an AU. Rated T because of language and suicide.

- M

P.S.: this is going to be pretty vague in some ways...

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Death Note, do you really think I would Let Mello and Matt die and let takada even come into existence?

Simple Games

What do you want from me Mello?

What?

I want to know.

It's like a game, What you're doing.

The way your acting.

You know what you're doing to me.

You enjoy torturing me this way.

Why do you act like you want me, then push me away?

I don't get it.

You're driving me insane.

You know I love you.

More than anything.

You know that I would die for you.

Yet you still play with my emotions.

Emotions...

Such simple games they are to play.

So simple.

So wrong.

I love you, yet you treat me this way.

Pulling me towards you.

then pushing me way.

You say you love me.

but I don't see it.

As I bring this razor to my wrist again, I only think of how you treat me.

Like shit.

I do everything you ask me to and ask for nothing in return.

You make me think that you care but you're just using me.

so, I'll make sure you can't anymore.

As this razor drags across my wrist...

And the blood pours from my cut vein.

Your face flashes through my mind.

You're smiling.

Laughing at my misery.

Laughing while you torture me... pulling on the strings of my mind.

You kiss me.

Then when I ask for more...

You leave me there.

My vision starting to darken...

And you walk through the door...

"Matt!" You scream, knowing it's too late to help me.

I've already lost so much blood...

A faint smile crosses my lips as I take the razor to my other wrist.

You try to stop me.

You try to wrestle the razor out of my hand...

But...

For once I'm stronger.

I rake the cold piece of metal across my flesh.

"Matt!"

You're crying...

Mello...

Don't cry...

You don't love me anyway...

You only pretend so I'll stick around to help you...

I'm done...

I can't take it anymore.

I'm done.

I love you Mello.

"Matt! Why?! Why...?! MATT! I love you... Why?!"

"No you don't, Mello..." I whisper, fading slowly.

You back away, astonished.

I don't know why.

You don't love me.

" Matt... How could you say such a thing?!"

"It doesn't matter now Mello... I'm only making sure you can't play with my emotions anymore..."

"Matt..." You whimper as my eyes begin to glaze over, my conscience leaving.

As my head falls forward, you catch me, crying softly, burying your face in my hair.

As I breathe my last breath I say one thing:

" I love you, Mello."

The last thing I hear is a muffled sob, before I gave way to darkness.

Emotions.

Such simple games they are to play.

And those simple games can ruin so much.