I'm sorry Matt .:MxM:.Mello sat alone in his room, it was cold and dark but he didn't care, he had messed everything up, he had told his best friend he hated him. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes but he wiped them away. He wasn't going to cry. He couldn't cry.Mello looked out the window. It was raining, the sky's where gray with storm clouds. Mello couldn't help but think how amazing it all looked despite the dark feeling it gave off.The door opened and Mello turned his attention to it. It was Matt. Matt just stood there for a second then, he turned to walk off."Wait!" Mello cried jumping off the bed."What do you want?" Matt asked looking back at Mello. Mello could see the hurt and sadness in Matt's eyes."I'm sorry." Mello said, his voice was no louder then a whisper. "I
.I didn't mean it. I was just really angry
I didn't mean to hurt you Matt." Mello looked at the floor, he could feel tears welling up again and he didn't want Matt to see."But why did you say it?" Matt asked, not bo
Sick and TwistedHe sat alone in his room. His guitar in hand. He plucked at the strings, not really playing a song, just playing with the strings. His eyes where on the wall in front of him. A wall he called his "collection" a wall that if the police found would earn him a one way ticket to jail. A small evil grin made its way onto his face.On the wall there were photos, heaps and heaps of photos. Most people would have photos of friends or family on their walls. The photos where of people, just not of people who were alive. The wall was covered in photos he had taken himself, photos of people he had tortured and killed.There were photos of young girls and boys, photos of men and women, none of them had anything in common, just the fact that they had met their end by his hands.He went called a 'sick-o' and a 'mad man' by the news papers and the news reporters, and they were right. He was sick and twisted. His name was Aidan. Aidan Williams.Aidan looked at all the photos that covered the walls, alm
I'm the kind of girlI'm the kind of girl who faces everyday with a smileNo matter what happened the night before.I'm the kind of girl who puts her friends problemsBefore her own.I'm the kind of girl who would embarrass her self in publicJust to see her friends laugh.But I am also the kind of girlWho cries when no one is around.The kind of girl who wants to lock her self away from the worldBut can't bring her self to do itI'm the kind of girl who needs helpBut forgets to ask for it.
I'm not sorry .:SasuNaru:.-Sasuke POV-I watch as your sky blue eyes widen at my words. I watch as tears slowly fill your eyes but you fight them back. I can see the pain, the hurt and the sadness that fills your eyes. But all I can do is stand there. I want to hold you, I want to say it's a lie, I want to tell you its ok, and tell you not to cry, but I can't. If I do I will creak, I will break down and it will all be for nothing."But
Why Sasuke?" The tears run down your cheeks, you don't bother trying to fight them anymore. Your words and your tears cut me like a knife. Your once always present smile is gone. Your eyes are filled with pain instead of happiness."I have to leave you. I can't stay here anymore." I watch as you start to get angry. I can see the hurt in your eyes still but your face shows nothing but anger."So that's it?! After all this village did for you!?" You sound angry but the tears show nothing but sadness and hurt. I don't say anything. I thought that would of made you more angry bu