Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)

Haunting Nightmares

You chuckle at the memory.

"What was I thinking back then? Matt was hilarious! That was possibly the best thing he's ever pulled off!" You inwardly thought.

You slowly close your eyes, clutching the memory, hoping that it would ward off nightmares and drift off to sleep. But little do you know, that your attempts of driving nightmares away are futile.

"You're pathetic, (f/n). You are L's niece and yet you can't even measure up to him. L wouldn't want to see your pathetic state now. He ought to be ashamed of you. You're both mentally and physically weak, you can't even fend for yourself. Do you think that Matt's happy babysitting you?"

A voice booms inside your head. Everything around you is pitch black. A demonic looking shadow-girl stands before you; your insecurity. She held out her translucent, shadowy left hand. A wave of painful images crashes over you, followed by your thundering, echoing heart-beat. THUMP. L' and Watari's limp, lifeless bodies. THUMP. The bullets raining down on Matt, penetrating his skin and bones. THUMP. Mello's name being written down on the death note, his dead body burns inside the church as it catches on fire. THUMP. Near's fragile body finally cracking.

Tears stream down your cheeks. A loud, piercing sound reverberates inside your head.You realize that you're the one screaming and clamp a hand over your mouth,your nails scratching your face. You insecurity smirks as she stands over you,mocking your ruined state.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!" You scream over and over.

You feel trapped in your never-ending illusion, but you don't realize, that someone has heard your screams.

Matt steps out of the shower and dries himself up with a plain towel.

"GET THE F-OUT OF MY LIFE!"

He hears muffled screams coming from the bedroom and instantly recognizes that the screams belong to you. He quickly dresses himself and rushes to the bedroom, seeing your silhouette wildly thrashing, kicking off the blankets. With firm hands he holds you down.

"(f/n), WAKE UP! SNAP OUT OF IT!" He yells at you trying to shake you awake.

In the midst of your nightmare, you hear a faint voice, telling you to wake up. The dark scene shatters, as you force your eyes to open. You blink, seeing a blurry outline of Matt slowly becoming clear, like a camera adjusting its focus. You wake up in cold sweat, your body tense and trembling.

"I-I need to go." You tell Matt in a shaky voice, thinking about your motorcycle.

"No, you're staying here, with me. I don't want you to collapse on the sidewalk without me, again." Matt orders.

He cuddles you, lying down on the cold space beside you. His goggles coolly presses against your neck.

"You're staying here, with me." He murmurs.

"Thank-you, Matt." You whisper, thanking him for dragging you out of your misery.

Empty silence.

The two of you stay like this for the rest of the night. You eventually fall back asleep, with no other vision, but empty blackness. If it wasn't for Matt, you wouldn't have made it this far in life, without L.