EIGHT WEEKS LATER
        My legs had wobbled as I tried to find y/n everywhere. I was still numb from the gunshot wound in my leg. I still couldn't find y/n anywhere...

           I had called y/n's name, falling face first onto a tree, scraping my forehead. I cried out as blue spwed from the scratch stedilly.

           "Y/N!?!?!" I had yelled, looking around. Was I really going to die? "Y/N!? WHERE ARE YOU,  DAMN IT!?! "

             The snow blinded my vision. I had felt helpless and shook in fear. Mastuda had shot me with a gun when I decided to grab y/n the wrong way. He said I was gonna rape him, suprisingly, and that I was going to hurt him if I don't let him go.

              I had sighed. I couldn't remember what made me angry. What made me lash out on y/n like that. What made me regret my mistakes.

               "Y/N!?!??!?!"

               There was a bit of silence, then no response. I began sobbing, tears running, and almost freezing on my cheeks. My legs had walked on, until I saw an opening where two figures stood. They had argued.

              "GET OFF OF ME!" the smaller boy had yelled.

               "P-Please, listen to me! Light is crazy, he'll kill anyone in his way to become god! " the other said.

           I regonized the voices.

           It was Mastuda and y/n...

            Mastuda had a grip on y/n's hand, trying to talk to y/n, only for y/n to turn away and scream my name.

            "I don't want to have to hurt you! " Mastuda yelled. "Please just- come with me! Light is probably already dead somewhere of blood loss! You can understand that we all die eventually and you can only escape death once!! "

                Y/n had paused and turned to Mastuda. Mastuda held out his other hand and stared at y/n.

                Slap!

               Mastuda had held his cheek and stared at y/n mentally shocked. Y/n had looked over and saw me, his eyes brightened with joy and relief.

                  He had ran up to me and glomped me, making me fall into the snow. His tears had soaked my t-shirt.

Flash Back

          I watched y/n play baseball with his two other friends. I had acted stuck up, humming and sucking my teeth once in a while to try to get y/n to notice and give me attention.

            "H-Hey, " y/n had walked up to me, looking down. "Would you like to play baseball with me and my friends? We have more room for another player... "

             "Why would I want to play such idiotic games like that?" I rolled my eyes. "Grow up and stop being so childish. It isn't even real baseball... "

               "B-Bu-"

               "And in any case, aren't you too short to play baseball? " I taunted his height. "Short people like you should be in the circus! "

                  "M-My mom doesn't think I'm that short," he muttered, twiddling his thumbs. "Nor do my friends... "

                "Well they lie! You were dumb in class today! What are you, special Eds!? " I had stood up to dominate him. "I bet you only got into middle school because your mom paid for it, even though you guys are poor as it is!"

         "I-I! "

           "Hey, go screw yourself, Light Imagay!" one of his friends had growled . I rolled my eyes.

             "I was only fucking around with him," I groaned. "And anyway, he should grow up and stop taking things seriously. He probably got it from his mom. No wonder his dad had left them before he was born. I bet your mom is a con artist and tricked your step dad. Poor thing doesn't know what's good for himself!"

            "That's not true! None of it is! " y/n had yelled, gripping the hem of his shirt. "P-Please stop making fun of me! What did I do to you!? "

             "You think you're so perfect, all the guys love you, " I complained. "Well I hate you more than you can ever imagine! "

               "Well I hope you die!!!"

  
Flash back over

          "Light!! " y/n had yelled out, sobbing louder. I had wrapped my arms around him, comforting him.

             His body was shaking badly, making me sit up. I looked at him closer. His pants were off. Why were his pants off!?! 

              White sticky stuff had leaked out of his ass, onto the grass. I stared at him as he looked down in shame.

             "Who did that to you!? " I growled, grabbing his wrist. He had tried to pull away,  whimpering as I brought him closer to me. "WHY THE HELL IS THERE SPUNK IN YOUR ASS THAT ISNT MINE!? YOU ARENT A CUM DUMPSTER, SO TELL ME!! "

           "I-It was Mastuda, " he had flinched, holding my wrist that had y/n's hand in a tight squeeze. "He had pulled me back into a cabin after he shot you. I'm glad you aren't hurt that badly... When I saw you fall on the ground, I thought you were dead. When I got away from Mastuda, I went to go check on your body but you disappeared..."

          I had grabbed y/n, remembering slightly everything now. We were having an argument over leaving the house when I made it turn physical... This wouldn't have happened if I would have kept my cool. I feel sick.

               "I'll kill him, " I muttered, letting go of y/n. I took off my jacket and handed it to y/n, watching him put it on. The jacket reached to his knees, making him look adorable.

                  "Thank you, Light, " he muttered, falling into my arms.

                "Oi, y/n," I had shook him softly. He didn't respond. "Ah, you're sick... Okay, I'll hand myself in, just so you can get medical help... I promise..."

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YOUR POV

              I had woke up in a hospital room connected to a bag that had yellow liquid in it. I had drowsily stared at it for a while, til I heard the click of the door.

               It was my mother. She had smiled at me, sitting a flower in my palm.

             "The garden," she had whispered. "I had picked your favorite flower because of course it means something to you... The one your real father gave you before leaving..."

              I didn't respond, but I had pulled my flower closer to examine it. It was a peppermint colored Amaryliss. My favourite.

           "L-Light, " I had croaked out of my dry throat. "W-Where did he-"

            "Light is going to jail for a long time, sweetheart, " my mom whispered. "He wanted to see you when you woke up, but the court prohibited it. I hope you can understand..."

                Tears began to run down my cheeks, my eyes, looking away from my sympathetic mother. She had touched my hand, but I weakly pushed her away.

               "You've been in a coma for almost 4 days," my mother quickly changed the subject. "The doctors almost were going to take you off of life support... Light made a pay to keep your life support going for five more days. He was seriously worried to tears. On his sentencing day, the judge had asked him if you had a Death Note. He declined, but, I'm still worried. Tell me the truth, honey. Do you have one? "

               I shook my head no, drowsily driffting back to sleep. I began to sleep, hopefully trying to end this nightmare...