Raining Memories
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The sky is angry and upset. Endless tears fall from the clouds onto my skin as I stare into a puddle formed upon the street, gazing at my sullen expression intently. All happiness and brightness is gone, hidden behind the barrier of gray, murky clouds. All light is faded, strained into our world.
The streets are silent and lifeless. Hazardous winds blow through bare trees and make my hair dance wildly in its direction. Black strands of hair partially cover my eyes. My white shirt ruffles with the wind as my jeans sway at the ends. It is cold, but I refrain from clattering my teeth together. Sounds in the background grab my attention. I hear a police siren in the distance, the sound of justice. I am justice too, no?
What has this world come to? The deaths of people, both evil and good, are too many for me to count. Each death is like a stab in the heart. All the people I failed molests my mind, it is something that I cannot stop thinking about. It's like my confidence is being shattered.
I stare bleakly at the person I see in the disrupted reflection. Drops of rain splash continuously through the person I am trying to read. Who is he? Why does he do what he does? I find myself to see my reflection gazing back at me with the same questions dancing in his black eyes.
Murders left and right, crime does not sleep, so how can I? I have the forever deep bags under my eyes to prove it. My neglected tongue craves for sugar or something sweet to eat to calm my senses. Without thinking, I put my thumb at the edge of my sweet lips and ponder over the thoughts in my bothered mind.
The world's greatest detective. That's who I am. L Lawliet. Ryuzaki. Justice.
The barren street daunts me. Loud, thunderous ringing of a clock tower bell echoes in my mind, clashing inside within me, shaking me. Those bells, they stop all of my senses completely. I forgot who I am, what I am…The low, steady rings of the deep bells make me look up into the sky, away from my reflection.
Memories flood through me, whether I want them to or not.
Children crying, the touch of the bitter snow falling, cold engulfing me, my sweater covering my parched mouth, Watari holding my hand as he drags me down the streets of England….All the memories are coming back. Agony dwells in my heart like knives piercing it repeatedly.
From my crouching position, I thump onto the unforgiving asphalt road. Water seeps deeper into my clothes while it plasters my hair down against my cheeks. My hand lowers itself back to my side as I close my eyes. Water runs down my pale face and drips down my chin, gathering into the puddle beneath me.
I open my eyes again when the ringing stops. Looking up into the sky, I still see no light. No sun. No angel. No heaven. All I see is pain and misery. I see injustice and fault. Now I am certain that I am one who can put justice where it belongs.
Where in the hell has this forbidden world gone to? It's my turn to restore what is left of it.
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End
Thanks for reading. I really appreciate it! So, what did you think of it so far? It is another side of L because he barely reveals his emotions or feelings, but I think I did a pretty good job.
With all due respect,
-NM