Author's Note: Hello all! This is, as you know, my first story! I'm very exited to be introducing my story that I have been writing on the many pages of my notebook. I do not have most of this planned out, so you may make some suggestions! I have seen the whole anime of Deathnote, but only seen one volume of the manga, so please excuse any mistakes I may make. Please enjoy!
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I sat in the dim room, hugging the torn and rugged teddy to my chest. I was too scared to move. My crazed father had an insane smirk plastered to his face, In which made me cringe in fear. He held the butchers knife to my mother's throat. I wanted to scream so badly, but my voice seemed to fly away. I could could see my mothers eyes rimmed with tears. I could see the hurt and pain. My gut knotted as my father swiped it across, and my mother mouthed the words,
'I love you.'
She fell to the ground. I shot the most hateful glare at the man I called my father. So many feelings rushed through my body. I took a step forward and my hands fell to my sides. My eyes My eyes had a flow of a waterfall.
"D-daddy."
It was a statement, not a question. I already knew what caused this. The horrible, foul thing called alcohol. I changed my mind quickly and took a step back. I was still in shock I found my voice. It seemed like hours of silence passed, and his smirk grew wider, and he let out an insane, blood curdling laugh. My teeth clenched and I ran forward. I jumped on his back quickly, put my elbow behind his neck, and let my emotions take over my actions. He choked and gagged at the loss of air, and I held my grip. He collapsed on the ground, unconsious.
I quickly ran out of the house, grabbing my misused teddy. Before I left stopped at my mothers body, just a tiny bit warm. I kneeled down and kissed her cheek. But while doing so, I noticed something. She was smileing. I let a slight grin grace my lips, and a tear streak my cheek. I moved my hand towards hers and squeezed it.
"Mother," I whispered.
"I'll never forget you. I promise I'll see you again someday."
The tear hit her cheek and I remembered the police would be here soon. I frowned at the thought at being in an orphanage. I got up.
'I promise.'
I mouthed to her lifeless body. And, out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn I saw her reflection in the nearby mirror. I once again grabbed my fluffy, stitched friend, and trotted out the door, wondering if I would keep my promise.
I pushed the tought out of my mind and it started to rain. My black hair dampened instantly as the grip on my teddy got tighter. Then I saw something buzzing around with a light. I rubbed the tears from my eyes and looked at it in awe. I cupped my free hand around it and smiled as I remembered what my mother always said.
Light leads the way.
So I followed the creature. I stepped in puddles and crossed empty streets, my feet getting completly dirtied and my clothed getting stained. I stopped when it stopped, and it led me to a big, wooden door. I soon got out of my imaginary world and stared at it. I looked above and the words Wammys Orphanage stared me in the face. I curiously looked at the creature that led me here, and it blinked its light as if saying, 'Go on, its okay.' I smiled, still unsure. I turned to the door and placed my hand on the brass knocker. I lifted it up and let it slam back down, making a loud thump.
I heard the jingles and clicks of locks becoming unlocked, and an elderly man answered. He looked at me with intrest and sadness, as my whole body was soaked. My face was stained with tears I'd shed, and my clothed rag-like. I had a few bruises from my previous encounter with my father, too. He closed the door, holding up his index finger.
At first I thought he left me there, sad and alone. But shortly after the thought crossed my mind, he opened the door back open, a blanket, towel, and extra clotheing in his hands. I was shocked at what he'd done, and embraced him in a meaningful hug.
"Thank-you, mister," I said, as his shocked expression soon turned to happiness. "My name is Simona Moore." His smile broadened at my name.
"Ah, and a fine name that is, Miss Moore." He said, and let go of the emotional hug. He grabbed my hand and led me inside. My mother was right.
Light does lead the way.
Author's Note: This may be short, but its about three pages long, front and back, in my notebook. I already have chapters one through seven finished, and I'm working on eight. I'll try my best to upload much more often. Oh, and please review and tell me what you think! Thank-you!
-- SweetToothSleuth