Moth: Ooooh New story hot off the press! n_n I'm so weird. Anyway, here is my new story! Amy is the girls alias and her name will come out later! =]

Amy: Moth don't you only own, me, OC's and this awesome idea?

Moth: Yes of course! n_n

The flowers I had drawn were looking better today than usual. All my pictures were in fact. They were by my bed in a neat pile. Near promised that Mello wouldn't get to them, and I happily believed him. Mello liked to make fun of every picture I drew. He didn't understand why I liked drawing flowers. It made him laugh. He just didn't like me. I tried to make peace with him, but every time I tried he'd push me into the mud, throw a spider at me, or make fun of me. I'd spend the night crying and chatting with Near. Mostly me doing the talking, but still it helped. Some of the kids thought it was funny, some did not. The only kids I should say who didn't think it was funny were Near and a girl named Abby.

"Amy?" I heard my name. I looked up from my drawing of a blue rose and saw Near standing at the entrance of the room. He looked like a puppet. "What are you drawing today? Why are you alone in here?" His voice was soft. I stopped coloring and thought for a moment. My reddish brown hair got in my way and I moved it so I could see his face.

"Oh," I paused and thought, "I don't know why. Did you want me to come and join you in the other room?" I asked.

"Only if you want to. It's just I started talking to you, and I forgot that you were up here, rather than down with me." Near played with his hair. I stood up and left my drawing on the ground. No one every comes upstairs during the day, so I figured it'd be fine.

"Okay." I said smiling. I fixed my jeans and shirt. I could hear some of the kids downstairs playing outside. I followed Near down the stairs and into the room he had been in. I found some more paper and began to write. Whatever came to my mind I wrote. I began writing a poem, which turned into a sonnet, which turned into a page of interesting words.

"Hey Near, Amy, come outside and play!" a girl named Linda said. I looked up from my writing and then at Near.

"You can go, I'm going to stay in here." He said. "I'll watch your writing for you." His monotone voice seemed reassuring. I stood up and followed the others. I could see Linda try and ask again for Near to come out, but she didn't. I went and sat on one of the swings that was in the large yard. I thought I saw someone in the room I had originally been in, but when I looked again, no one was there. I continued to swing wishing that Near liked coming outside, but his thing was always inside. I soon saw Mello standing in the room that I thought I saw someone in. Oh no…what's he doing?

"Hey everyone! Look it's snowing!" He said throwing little bits of paper in the air. Everyone laughed, even I did. But when I realized what was on the little pieces of paper, my smile suddenly faded. Mello had ripped up my pictures and thrown them out the window. All of that hard work was gone. Mello…how could you? I thought. I began to cry. The blue rose I had worked so hard on was now gone. Turned into little bits of paper. Mello ran out of the room and down to the first floor and outside.

"Mello!" I yelled. He looked at me and smirked. "Why did you just do that? Those were my drawings!" I screamed.

"Yow, calm down there Amy. They were ugly pictures. Of course I'll get rid of them." I was shocked to see what a 15 year old boy was capable of. It disgusted me as a fourteen year old girl. He looked at me and laughed. I literally attacked Mello to the ground and began to try and punch him, but he stopped them. He rolled me so I was on the ground and he was on the top. "Awe you fight like a sissy Amy." He said. "Come on, can't you at least throw some good punches?" he was mocking me and the hot tears were falling from my eyes.

"Mello! Amy!" One of the ladies said. I stopped trying to hit him. I managed to get out from under him. "What is going on?" she asked.

"He ripped up all my pictures and threw them to make it look like snow. I worked so hard on those pictures." I said with tears falling down my face. I looked at Mello and something told me that he didn't want to hurt me like he just did. I ignored it.

"Is this true Mello?"

"No! She's making stuff up! I used some of my own drawings to rip up into shreds I swear." He tried to defend himself. He was lying, he always lied whenever we got into a fight. I ran into the orphanage crying and I went to go sit with Near. I hugged Near and he just sat there.

"What happened?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Mello, he ripped up my pictures and threw them like it was snow." I said hugging tightly onto Near. He continued to put together his puzzle. I could hear the kids start to come inside and I curled up into a ball. I also noticed my writing was gone. "Near, what happened––"

"To your writing? Roger took it. He wanted to look at it. He said he'd give it back once he was done. You know he thinks you are very talented." Near said.

"Well maybe…." I said softly. I wasn't one to flaunt around that I was a great writer, or a fantastic flower drawer. It didn't' feel wholesome. I sat there and then stood up. I was going to go upstairs and see if Mello hadn't got his hands on perhaps but one picture.

"Mello?" I heard his voice. "Near I need you too. Amy, would you mind stepping out into the hall while I talk with these two?" he asked. I was confused.

"Um…of course." I sniffled as I talked. Why did Roger want to talk to the two of them? Near wasn't involved in what Mello did. Mello did it all on his own. I stood there looking down at my wrecked converse sneakers. I sighed and sat down on the steps. Everyone else was in the other room while I stood out here. If only I had another friend in this place to talk to, everything would be better. Near knows almost everything about me, and according to what I've seen heard from Mello, he knows me very well too. Which is just creepy. I could faintly hear them talking.

"…dead? Why? Roger did Kira do it, did Kira kill him?" Mello's voice was loud. No…way! L's dead? That can't be! I thought. There was a pause and muffled voices and then I could hear them clearly.

"He did chose yet. Mello, can't you and Near…" Roger voice became lower. Damnit! I thought.

"Amy, what are you doing out here?" a girl by the name of Abby said. She had bright blonde hair, to die for blue eyes, and she had a soft voice. "Why aren't you with everyone else?"

"Oh..I uhm…" Before I could finish my sentence the door opened and out walked Mello. He glared at me and then at Abby.

"Go back to your TV show Abby." He said. She ran into the other room and I stood there confused. "You better be happy now." He said.

"D-Did something––" He put his hand to my mouth.

"Thanks to my emotion's," he paused," Near is now going to be L's successor. I hope you enjoyed your four years of hell Amy." He said to me was he walked away. Oh…Mello….As much as I hated him something told me that he didn't mean anything that had happened for the past 4 years. But why would he wait now to tell me, or at least hint it to me? Near walked out of the room and smiled at me.

The sun fell and moon arose. Mello had left Wammy's and now it was just Near and myself who would be communicating. Plus some of the others every now and then. When I got to my room, the one Mello had thrown the papers out of, my pictures were still there. What? What in the….I couldn't comprehend what my eyes were seeing. MELLO WAS TELLING THE TRUTH! All of a sudden a wave of guilt crashed into me and I sifted through all the pictures. Wait a minute…one's missing…my blue rose…it's gone!