AN: I have a deep obsession with Beyond Birthday. This story is going to channel some of that. Broken is a character based off of me, with just a few differences. This story started from a dream I had of B (if you must know it will show up at some point in the story). Now read my little ducklings and remember: Fish are friends, and friends are food.
You may have heard of the place called Wammy's House for gifted children. Well the public gets at least some of it right at least. Yes, the children here are gifted; what you may not know is that our true goal here is to succeed L. Yes, the L who is the "greatest detective on earth". It is a rather big burden to be a successor or so I've been told. I wouldn't know. My name is Broken; at least that's my alias here in this hell hole. As soon as you arrive here you're told to give up everything from your life before: name and story. I just got here tonight.
I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My longish brown-black hair falls midway down my chest. It's much calmer than usual, when it's sticking up everywhere, since I'd just walked in from the rain. My face just as pale as ever, with that freckle that looks like a Monroe piercing over my lip. I look over my clothes: my favorite dark red zip-up hoodie, my lacy black camisole, my black cargo skinnies, and my red and black socks. I look back to the mirror and see my slate grey eyes looking back at me. At least that's the color everyone else sees. When I look into my eyes I always see a little bit of red mixed in. I hate my eyes more than I hated my mom. I slam my hands on the counter and walk back into the room to finally take a look around.
The room is actually kind of my style. The walls are dark purple and the beds, desks, and dressers are all a dark cherry wood. The floor is lined with a plushy black carpet that my socked feet sink into. The ceiling is dark and painted like the night sky. I mean a real sky with galaxies painted too. I was just staring at it when a rustling snapped me out of it.
"I painted those. I hope you don't mind it, but I just love space. It's really interesting, don't ya think?" squeaked a girl sitting on the bed next to mine.
"I like it. It reminds of things…" I trail off not wanting to talk about it anymore, I offer my name instead "I'm Broken, who are you?" Maybe I'm a bit blunt (rude) but that's me.
"I'm Linda; you must be the new roommate they told me about. I can give you your tour in the morning, if ya want I mean." I nod and both of us lay in our beds and sleep.
\"They boys' dorms are over there. Just stay right here I have to run to the bathroom. I'll be back!" she squeaked as she ran off. We're almost done with the tour thank god. There's nowhere really exciting here. It's all a maze of boring beige hallways.
"Who are you?" asks a boy with hair just as crazy as mine.
"I'm Broken. You are?" I ask.
"I'm Beyond, we have something in common then. Our names are very similar." He stepped closer to me and we were only about a foot apart now, but I wasn't backing down. That's something I'll never do. "Your eyes are red, like mine" he said in a puzzled voice and for a moment I was shocked.
"Most people say they're grey." I retorted just as confused as he was. Just then Linda came running back and yelled at Beyond to leave me alone, he growls, looks at me and then he started walking away.
"I'm so sorry Bee, that's Backup. He's crazy, I mean really crazy. He's dangerous so you should stay away from him." She says
"He seemed fine to me, and he said his name was Beyond, not Backup." I say like I'm in a daydream.
Linda sighs frustrated, "His alias is Backup, but he can't stand it so he tries and makes everyone call him Beyond, but no one does. He's not fine, Bee, he is dangerous. All of us are here because we're orphans. None of us have parents. Backup's parents didn't just die, he killed them."
Suddenly I came back to reality. Did he now? What a coincidence.