I folded the last article of clothing: a plain white collared shirt and put it into the single suitcase I was bringing. I was only taking one because that was all I could carry and I didn't want to be accompanied.
Once I had finished filling the suitcase with white shirts, pants, and light colored jeans. I also put in my laptop. Then I took a clear plastic bag and began filling it with some of my toys. A couple rubber duckies, a plane, a toy car, two robots, and my finger puppets. The puppets were all wrapped up in tissue paper in a shoe box that came from the new pair of sneakers I sent Gevanni out to get me.
Still, there was room in the bag for one more thing I wasn't even sure I should bring. When I was six I arrived at Whammy's house. In my suitcase I had a smallish silver robot with two antennas and red eyes. It was the only one of my toys I had with me, because I the rest were broken. Upon hearing about the car crash that caused death of my parents I smashed every toy I owned against the black tar of my driveway. Every one except that robot, simply because I hadn't noticed it under my bed when I returned to my bedroom, crying. I realized I was like that robot, all alone surrounded by a crushed world. I decided to spare its nonexistent life and keep it with me.
My first friend was a blonde boy named Mello. Despite the fact that he was almost two years older than me, we became friends, probably because we were both the smartest at Whammy's . At that age, I looked up to him. I admired his courage. There was a time when Matt's kite got stuck at the top of a tree and Mello climbed all the way up to get it. He always pranks people, like when he spent hours each day searching for crickets in the grass all summer. He stored then in a big jar with a lid. On the first day that school resumed he released them all throughout the orphanage, and classes started three hours later than scheduled.
I sighed and stuffed it my bag. Attachment to objects is so silly.
Slowly I shuffled out of my bedroom with the suitcase and bag and down the hall and stairs. I had already informed everyone I was leaving for a bit and asked that they would not bother me.
Outside the fall wind made me shiver. I didn't even have a coat. Sighing I dragged my feet across the sidewalk aimlessly.
The sky was dull and grey, chilly wind blew in my face. An acing feeling made my chest hurt. I didn't quite understand it. Was this feeling...loneliness?
I kept ambling down the black sidewalk, weaving in an out of allies between buildings while the darkening sky bathed everything in in a monochrome grey. It was strange I found this so disconcerting, I had a fondness for monochrome shades myself.
Just under my breath, barely audibly, I whispered my name. Nate River...Nate River...Nate River There was no one around to here it. And if there was I didn't care. If they had a Death Note, and the will to kill me, than so be it.
Nate River.
I whispered it over and over as the sky faded to black, until it no longer had any meaning.