Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Willow

"You guys are loud, please shut up." I groaned, not opening my eyes and pulling the covers over my eyes. I forgot where I was for a moment, thinking I was asleep in my own bed. I wished that was the case, but it was far from it. The sunshine was brutal, even under the blankets it damn near flash banged me. The boys stopped talking, and I felt their eyes on me.

Footsteps approached, and the blankets were ripped off of me by my asshole brother. My eyes opened in slits, and my glare pierced through him like daggers. My eyebrows furrowed, and I pouted for a moment. He looked at me and chuckled, tossing me a bottle of ibuprofen. My head was throbbing, as it does after a night of drinking. When my eyes fully opened, realizing I was in L's room made the reality of my situation come back when the cork board looked back at me.

Oh, right.

I opened the bottle of ibuprofen, popped three and downed them with a little hair of the dog- a perfect cocktail for a hangover. The vodka burned my throat, and that burning reached my chest and then my stomach. Matt flicked my forehead, taking the bottle from me and setting it on the table.

"Yeah I bet you're hungover, you got trashed." Matt lit a cigarette and handed it to me, along with some water. He looked like he hadn't slept, his eyes were red and bags started to form under his eyes. My hands were shaking and I could barely keep my eyes open from the throbbing headache. My eyes felt like they were being ripped out, and my head felt like someone was hitting it repeatedly with a hammer.

"And you cried," I heard Near say from the floor, and I inhaled my cigarette. "You're quite emotional sometimes."

"As one is when they're about to get murdered." I replied monotone, wincing in pain a little. Once my eyes adjusted to the pain, I looked around the room more and seen blankets scattered, and an extra pillow next to me. Mello slept with me. I smiled a little at him, he was sitting on the floor against the wall eating a chocolate bar. L sat in his chair, reading papers and sipping coffee.

"Oh shit, powers back on already?" I add, seeing L's computer on. My voice was a little raspy, and I was still so tired.

"Yes," He turned his chair towards me, looking at my bed head and smirking. "You can go back to your room whenever you want, the cameras are up and you'll be alright." I sighed at his words, still hating that I'd be watched at all times. Guess it didn't really make a difference considering B was watching and following me constantly.

"Sweet, guess I'm gonna get fucked up in my bedroom." I replied, faking a gung-ho attitude. I fully intended on getting absolutely annihilated again so I could forget what was going on. I liked alcohol for that reason alone, it took away any worries and I just didn't want to be coherent at all. And that alone was its own problem, but we can discuss that another time.

The constant reminder that I was basically being hunted after was horrific, I would've killed myself before he got me just to spite him. But they wouldn't let that happen, and as much as it crossed my mind I couldn't go through with it. The thought of downing a bottle of pills, chasing them with vodka and hoping it was enough to take me out ran through my mind, as bad as that is. But the thought of giving him the satisfaction that I got so scared I killed myself pissed me off, I didn't want to feed into him.

Plus, leaving Mello and Matt all alone? Yeah, not fucking happening.

"Maybe stay sober until this is over," Matt suggested, and I shook my head no. "I know it's a lot to deal with, but seriously. Please." He begged, sitting down next to me on the bed. His goggles were crooked on his forehead, and he reeked of cigarettes.