For the last time, I don't cut! :A Near (Death Note) Twoshot

READ THE MEMO. Thinking's in italics, by the way. Keep that in mind.


Class had just ended.

I sat down in the lounge and stared into the crackling fire in the fireplace.

Some people walked by.

"Going to cut your wrists again, emo?"
"Shut the fuck up, and go away." I calmly responded, not even bothering to turn around.
"Looks like emo kid wants time alone?"

When they didn't leave, I turned around and gave them a cold, icy, death glare.

They all ran away.

I glanced at the scar on my wrist with remorse.

Why'd I have to be so stupid?!

(Flashback, 3 days ago)

The school bell rang with a loud clang.

Crap! I'm going to be late!

Running a bit too fast, I tripped, and went flying.

One of my wrists scraped across the wall, creating a nasty cut.

(End of flashback)

And now everyone thinks I cut...The fact that I wear black a lot doesn't help much either.

I remained in that chair until a gentle tap on my shoulder made me jump.

It was Near, one of my close friends.

"What do you want?", I asked in a bored tone.
"The counselor sent me to find you. She wants you to go to her office right away."

I sighed.

"Is this about the whole "wrist-scarring" accident?" I asked.
"Probably."
As I got up to leave, Near said, "Don't forget to bring me back a souvenir, will you?"

I cracked a grin.

"Oh? Did Near just attempt a joke? Not bad for your first try, but you could've done better..."

I headed for the office in good spirits.

They didn't last long.

As soon as I entered, the counselor, Mrs. Lucas, grabbed my wrist.

"So it is true...you really did cut yourself", she murmured.

I rolled my eyes.

"Listen, I was-"

She cut me off.

"Luna, you shouldn't do that. It's not good."
"But I didn't-" She cut me off again.
"Why do you even feel the need to cut?!"
"I keep telling you, I don't-"
"You can't cut, you need to stop!"
"But-"
"LUNA! What you are doing it very harmful, and you need to stop!"
"I-"
"You are just overreacting!"

Frustrated beyond belief, I stopped and stared at the ceiling, counting the tiny indentations.

1,2,3...

"When I was a kid..." Mrs. Lucas started lecturing me again.

4,5,6...

"I don't know why you young kids are so..."

52,53,54...

"You're just going through a phase..."

371,372,373...

"Trust me, I'm an adult, and..."

1897,1898,1899...

"You'll eventually grow out of it..."

10,219;10,210;10,211...

"Will you explain your feelings?"

Finally, a chance to talk.

"I didn't cut myself, I just scraped my wrist against a wall by accident." I explained.
"Now, now, there's no denying your actions, just explain your feelings.", she said, with a sickingly fake smile.

Defeated, I leaned back in my chair.

"About what?" I asked.

"Your feelings."
"About what?"
"Your feelings."

This is getting ridculous.
I decided to take the easy way out.

"I'm perfectly fine, Mrs. Lucas.", I said with a smile.
She seemed to buy it.
"Ah, okay then. My office is always open if you want to talk."
The day I come back here is the day that Hell freezes over.

"Okay, Mrs. Lucas, thanks for the help."

As soon as I was out of sight, I ran for the safety of my own room.
On the way, I passed a girl who screamed, "EMO" right in my face.
Something snapped inside me, but I managed to resist the urge to beat her up, or punch her in the face, or...never mind. I've just always been good at masking my emotions.
Reaching my room, I flung open the door, and slammed it shut behind me with rage.

"Something wrong?"
Near was sitting on my bed.
Yes. "Nope, I'm fine. But what are you doing here?", I said with a sigh.
He looked at me.
"I think you're lying, Luna. And if you must know, I'm hiding from Mello."
I tried to change the subject.
"Why, is Mello mad at you?", I asked, pretending to be interested.
"I don't know. Now, what's wrong?"
"I've already told you, nothing."
"Actually, the chance that you really are okay is point-"
"Near, can I just be alone for a while?"
He opened his mouth to reply, then spotted the I'm-about-to-cry look on my face, so he gave me a curt nod.
"As you wish.", he said, then quietly left.
I sat on the bed, letting the tears gently fall on the old blanket.