HEEEEEY GUYS! It's my first story here! And I just wanted to let you know that I don't own Death Note or it's characters! If I did, Light would never exsist, Mello Matt and Near would be bestest buds, L would rule the world, and Ryuk and Rem would be in love! Huzzah!
By the way, I know that this one is short, but the next one is going to be longer. I'm going to try to update this everyday, because it's summer and I don't own a life. YAY!
This story was inspired by the song "Like We Used To" by A Rocket to the Moon. So please listen to that song, it's amazing, and that will be the main song throughout the story.
Dear Diary, I failed him.
My name is Misa Amane, but he knew me as Mackenzie. Only him. Not the rebound who didn't give a shit about me. Him. Beyond Birthday. It still hurts to think about him. But how can I not? He made the best moments of my life perfect.
SEVENTEEN YEARS EARLIER
"Mackenzie! GET OUT! Save yourself! RUN!" My mom was yelling for me to save myself when suddenly my fathers killer turned the corner we were running around, he got her too. I ran out the door and down a couple houses where I ran the doorbell to one of my parents…late parents…friends from the neighborhood.
"Oh Mackenzie, what are you do…why are you crying honey? What happened?"
All I could get out was three numbers. 911. That's when I passed out.
I awoke the next morning in a hospital bed, I could tell because everything was white, the walls, the floors, the curtains, the sheets. I hate the color white. At least, now I do…it stains with blood to easily, I learned that lesson last night. Suddenly the doctor came in to check my vitals now that I had woken up. He told me a sickeningly sugar coated story of what happened last night, but he didn't have to tell me, I knew, I was there, I had seen it all. The doctor, who's name I didn't care enough about to remember, told me that my god parents couldn't take care of me. Once again, he didn't have to tell me, I knew that they were scum, I knew they didn't care. Just because I am ten doesn't mean that I'm an idiot. He went on to tell me about this wonderful orphanage I would be sent to in Chicago. Yeah, as wonderful as pathetic children can be.
I was about an hour later from the hospital, and the security workers had gathered all of my things from the house so I wouldn't have to. I was off to the orphanage. When I got there, everyone looked tired.
"They all have stories like mine don't they?" I thought to myself as I'm looking around. It's not like the place was run down, it was nice…ish. I was shown my room and I met my new neighbors. There was a girl with long brown hair that went down to her lower back, Lacey. She was nice, I could become friends with her. There was a boy who didn't really talk to me when I tried, but I was told that he was new too. His name was Gabe, I believe. And then there was him. A black haired boy around my age, Beyond Birthday. His hair was flat and went down to his shoulders, longer than a normal boy's. He wore a red long sleeved shirt and a black short sleeved shirt over it. He was cute! And me? I have hair that goes a little past my shoulders that is platinum blond.
"You're new, what's your name?" Beyond started our first conversation. "Yes, I am. My name is Mackenzie, and yours?" "Beyond." "Well Beyond, can you show me around?" He stared at me blankly. "I'm sorry to tell you this but you have pretty much seen all there is to see here." My mouth shaped the word 'oh' but it wouldn't come out. "But," he started again, "you want to see my room?" he winked, and I felt my stomach fill with butterflies. I think I found my first crush!
Yay for little kid crushes! Those were always the best!
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