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Note From Author ~ Chan: The first chapter isn't that great, mainly some basic information on the main character, and an explanation as to how the story begins. I may re-write it later. My wattpad is cutiecoombs so feel free to follow me on there. It has mostly crack fics and I am currently writing a Kuroshitsuji x death note cross over fic. Have fun and I hope you enjoy!
I was just a girl. I had friends, enemies, crushes, family. From the outside I appeared a normal teenage girl. But it is generally the people that you least expect who are the worst people. You see, I don't know what it means to feel. I have the natural human reactions: I feel hunger. I feel thirst. I feel pain when I am injured. But that's not what I mean by… feeling. What I mean is emotion. I don't feel upset, or angry, or happy, or sad; and while I wear a mask which causes people to believe that I do, I do not feel love or compassion towards another human being. The worst thing is that I don't know how to let other people know.
My full name is Alexandria Phoenix Aalin. I have black hair that falls so long that I have to put it in a high pony tail to avoid sitting on it. I am not particularly over or underweight. My eyes are a bluish grey like my mothers, but I have my fathers' muscular build meaning that I don't completely suck at sports. My clothing style is limited to sweatpants, hoodies and comedic shirts, and I wouldn't get caught dead in a dress. I have a scar on my left hand from where I was a kid and was dumb enough to try and pet a feral cat. I had to get tetanus injections along with various others and was scolded repeatedly. When I was seven years old I got lost at the Annual Peel Carnival and was found sixteen hours later asleep within a decorated float in the shape of a large bar of Toblerone.
I was born on November the 4th 1999 in the Jane Crookall Maternity Unit, Douglas, Isle of Man. My birth was troublesome, and my mother, Aelish (Said similarly to the common name "Alice") Launa Aalin, had to have a caesarean section. My twin brother was born first, weighing in at an unhealthily low 1lb 8oz. I was born a little after at 2lb 4oz. My brother, Rory James Aalin, died of heart failure at the age of just 1 and a half weeks. My mother died a few minutes after our birth still on the operating table. My father committed suicide after receiving a phone call that his wife had passed along with one of his children, and I was left to my grandfather on my mothers' side: James Gorry Aalin.
He raised me with appropriate affection, alongside his job as a detective for the police which he was supposed to retire from a good 7 years ago but was somehow still going. I attended Peel Clothworkers' School, followed by Queen Elizabeth II High School. My grades never stooped below a D grade, though I only ever got A*s in English, Physics, Computing, Drama and once R.S but only because I favoured the teacher's side of the argument for once. My best overall was English. I never got less than a C in Languages, Chemistry, History and Physical Education. I got D's in Biology, Music and Maths; mainly because I always centralized my revision on those topics I was slightly bad at or already good at, and partially due to the fact that I tried to keep up a social life and maintain a healthy relationship with the teachers who already favoured my "unique outlook" as they liked to put it.
I was not in the most popular group of people, I had a small circle of around 5 close friend's whose numbers flexed over the years but always evened out at around the same amount. I knew general facts about each; Finlo was the only boy, he had a nice personality and average looks with a slight overbite and a shoe scuffing habit, but was blatantly head over heels for another in the friendship group : Lynn, who by some crazed logic managed to "shorten" her name to Lexie even though it was a letter longer than her name by birth, and who was constantly talking about the next boy she would date or dump. Sam was quiet but had some of the best cooking skills you could think of and also aced maths, which I took advantage of on occasion. Kerrie was the comedian – she could cheer up anybody as long as you didn't mention her celebrity crush: Leonardo Di Caprio, upon whose name would switch between daydreaming over their fateful future and weeping over his lack of response to her constant torrent of love confessions over every social media site she could find. Meg was the sporty type, but also liked to doodle and had the lowest grades of the group, with the exception of Physical Education and Art grades on which she was the fifth top scorer of her year. That left me down to being the slightly creepy (well, slightly is a blatant lie ) loud – yet – unpredictable one, or at least that is the personality I took up after being surrounded by the 5 weirdo's for four years. Me and Sam were the only ones who enjoyed anime and I was the only one who enjoyed Manga, but with the personality which I had adopted I took every opportunity I could to try to convince my friends to join in on my obsessions, to which they, less than politely, declined.
Today was, by my standards, a normal day. I had gone to school, talked to my friends, and was walking towards my home. That was until a motorbike sped round the corner of the street doing 50 mph in a clearly marked 30 mph zone and collided with me, head on. Now I will try to explain this step by step:
A Harley races round the corner and hits me head on in the chest, winding me and breaking 2 of my ribs straight off and possibly rupturing a lung.
Both of my legs hit the handlebars, one after the other and my right thigh's bone splinters, breaking and spilling a bucket worth of blood as my skin catches upon the rugged handle and is ripped from my flesh.
I am propelled upwards and my left ankle bounces off of the handle, shattering most of the bones within it, and then bouncing again off of the helmet of the driver, crushing my toes.
The pain floods my body as I close my eyes and brace for the impact of the tarmac road.
After landing on my right arm, most likely breaking that too, I lose consciousness.
Within the moment, perhaps due to adrenaline, I somehow knew all of this; however it wasn't exactly the most helpful piece of information. I made a good guess that it would take a substantial time for me to heal if I even survived the trip to the hospital, which was going to be impractical since I had GCSE's next year which I were studying for currently and couldn't afford to waste time confined to a bed. I suppose most would have been fretting over their likeliness of survival and praying to deities of one form or another, but I wasn't exactly your average traffic accident victim. I tried to open my eyes but found that I couldn't. My mind was dark and hazy. The pain that had once pierced me to my core was now none but a dull ache, in a constant underlying flow that I couldn't quite ignore.
"Hello" came a voice, eerie and beckoning within my own head which I wished to escape from yet couldn't help but wait out and listen to its' words. I say "it's", since rather than sounding masculine or feminine it instead sounded like a mixture of a door with un-oiled hinges slowly creaking open, the all encompassing screaming silence after shooting a gun but before the ringing starts and the wince-inducing screech of nails along a blackboard. I went to say who are you but it was as if the creature knew my thoughts before I knew them myself. He chuckled deeply, like the creaking of an ancient oak tree in a hurricane and raspily croaked "Thaaat issss… unimportant." While he stretched out the first two words the final he spat in an almost derogatory way. "Try again" I could feel the humour in his voice which gave my inner self goose bumps. I internally gulped. 'What are you?' I thought to him. He tutted thrice. "Dearie, I don't have all day. What question should you be asking?" the thing wheezed seemingly impatiently. Hesitantly I thought "Am I… dead?"
"Yes, if that wasn't blatantly obvious; now where do you want to go?" he interrogated. 'Huh?' I murmured. " *sigh* Every bloody time. Look, Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Magic land? Re-incarnation? Home of the Easter bunny? Look, I don't have all day I actually have things to do you know, but since you died prematurely you are entitled to a choice. So?"I didn't even have to think about it. "I want to be in the Death Note world. Before Raito discovers the death note for the first time." The creature laughed but soon faded away. Its' final words to me were said in almost a soft tone: "Good luck kid" it said, seeming almost human before I once again, lost consciousness.
NOTE: Next chapter is when the good stuff starts
