Sorry
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some, reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
-Leave out all the rest, Linkin Park
Disclaimer: Death Note or its characters, I assure you, are not owned by me. -.- I can barely remember to edit my stories, do you think I can create something as awesome as Death Note?
B was sitting on the floor, next to his door. A's, the boy who is going to die; B pressed his ear to A's door, feeling a bit sorry for a boy he barely talked too to die. Suicide, B decided, as he heard A yelling to himself.
"I hate it here! I hate it here!" I do too…B thought, frowning. "Damn it! Why can't…" Can't what? "Why can't I understand? I don't understand! It's too fucking confusing!" B shifted, making himself more comfortable in the dark hallway.
"All these emotions…the anger…the hatred…" Don't worry, A, you'll be okay. "…." A? "….I'm sorry…I'm so fucking sorry!" The panic in A's voice made B wince, but quickly replace his ear on the oak door. "I'm sorry I can't be you, L…I'm sorry, B." B tensed at his own name. "I'm sorry that you had to be second…" B could faintly hear the sobs that came from A's room.
I forgive you…A…
"Fuck…I'm alone…" The frantic thoughts of a suicidal boy…B felt the urge to close his eyes in sorrow. "Well, I'll make sure…that there isn't going to be another night like this one!" The decided tone in A's voice confirmed B's suspicions of suicide. "….Fuck…fucks! I hate it here, I hate everything! I have no friends! I can't be L! What can I be?" You can be yourself. "All I know what to do is study to become someone I can never be! I hate it!"
B understood, he understood everything; he realized long ago that studying to someone he could never be was nothing but futile. He pressed his ear to the cold wood, closing his eyes. A, I'm sorry that the world is disgusting, I'm sorry that you had to bear witness to it…
"…I hate it here…" A whispered, like a lonely wind, it made its way to B's ear. B kept his face impassive, his fingernails curling into the wood. He ignored the splinters that made his fingertips bleed, as A went on. "...I'm sorry…" Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about, A. It's not you that should be sorry, it's the world. It's L.
Bang
"….It's okay Alex…" B murmured, more to himself than the dead boy that lay beyond the door. "…I'm sorry too…maybe someday, we can be sorry together…"