Hey, everybody! This is my very first Death Note fanfic...I can't guarantee that it will be good, but I'd love for you to review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or any of it's characters, only my own characters

Enjoy :)


My name is a secret

I go by N

I was not given this name myself

A friend called me this

I picked it up from him

He told me to use it

So I do

I am 22 1/2

I stay in a mental hospital

I'm not crazy

It's a cover

My hiding place

Until he needs my help

It's were I will stay

But the time is coming

I've been here for three years

Three long years

And I can't wait to get out


I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling as I did many times, when there was a knock at my door. The door was white and had no windows, just like the rest of the room. I don't know why they bothered to knock. It was always locked, and I never answered them when they called to me.

"I'm coming in," a voice said from the other side of the door. I turned my head back to the ceiling and ignored the disembodied voice.

The door opened slowly and I man dressed in all white entered the room. I could see him from the corner of my gray eyes.

"I have something for you," the man said slowly, as though I wouldn't understand him if he spoke any faster.

I sat up slowly and faced him, pulling my legs up onto the bed and to my chest. It was my way of protecting myself from him. I never did trust anyone at the institute. None of them knew why I was there anyway.

He was holding a white cardboard box. I glanced from him to the box and back to him curiously.

"Go ahead. Take it," he said, smiling warmly.

My mind was working a mile a minute. What was in the box? Who decided to give it to me? Was I being targeted for something? If it was some sort of a bomb...no they checked it. They checked everything coming in and going out. Was it food? If it was...was it poisoned?

To tell you the truth, I was half scared to death.

Until I saw the letter that was written on the corner of the box's lid. The fancy letter that I often pictured in my mind.

L

I took the box from the man and stared at the letter, my brow furrowed. The man turned to leave, but I caught his sleeve.

"Excuse me," I whispered as he turned back to face me, a shocked expression on his face.

"Y-yes?"

"How long ago was this brought into the building?" I continued, still keeping my voice low.

"Two days ago. We were told that it was important, so we got it through security as quickly as we could," he replied.

"Thank you," I said, releasing his sleeve and looking back at the box. He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I starred at the box for a good five minutes before I dared to open it.

Important? What could it be? It's not very heavy, I thought as I lifted the lid. I let out a little chuckle. Slowly, the chuckle grew until I was giggling uncontrollably. L's idea of important sure didn't look all that important.

It was a donut. A Crispy Cream donut to be exact.

Of course, I never got any sweets in that place, and L knew I loved donuts...so that could have explained some of it.

I lifted the box and peeked at the bottom. Nothing strange. I pulled the donut out and sniffed it. It smelt good...so I ate it.

I licked my fingers and looked inside the box. There was nothing there either.

But, of course, just looking inside didn't satisfy my curiosity. In all the time that I had stayed in the hospital, L had never sent anything. He told me he would send something when he needed me.

I ran my finger along the inside edge of the box. False bottom maybe?

I pulled at the bottom of the box. Bingo.

I pulled a slip of paper out of the box and unfolded it. The letters were typed, not hand-written.

Are you ready?

It's time to come out

My breath caught in my throat. Was I finally leaving this wretched place? I was sure that's what he meant. All I could do now was wait...