AN: Woah guys...I'm angsty...obviously. So I took it out on Matt. I kinda feel bad now...meh. Oh poor Matty, how I love to torture him. No fluffywuffy here, just lots of sad.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or Matt, which is probably for the best...

Happy birthday to me...

The hospital walls were stark white. They looked much too clean, and it was obvious someone scrubbed them down every day. Why did they need to be cleaned every day? Sure, it was a hospital, but that didn't mean there was constantly some patient spewing blood from a ruptured heart onto every wall in the place...right?

Happy birthday to me...

The walls of the emergency room were just like the ones throughout the rest of the place; white, plain, and a bit unnerving. -Especially for the six year old boy, laying face down in bed 204, of room 129, on the second floor of St. Helena's Hospital.

He had a large cut running vertically down his cheek, and there were a few bruises beginning to show on his forearms. Other than these, he appeared unharmed.

Happy birthday, dear Mail...

He lie there, breathing steadily into his pillow. He was calm, which was why a nurse now stepped into the room. You see, calm would be the wanted reaction from an accident victim, in most cases. But, if you were a six year old boy, and had been told both your parents had died just sixty minutes previously, the doctors would not be wanting a calm reaction from you. They would be wanting anything but, as a sign of normality. By now, this boy had them concerned about brain trauma.

The nurse left. The boy turned onto his left side, just in time to see the numbers on the clock change, from 11:59pm to 12:00am.

It was now February 1st, 2001, and the boy lying in bed 204, of room 129, on the second floor, of St. Helena's Hospital, was now seven years old.

Happy birthday to me...

ToT Ohhh, I sad now. You sad now? I sad now... Reviews would make me smile though.