Can hold my breath, only for a little while
Until reality starts sinking in
Once again, I'm settling for second best
Turn the pages skip and to the end, to where I swore that I would try
Since the last time I crossed that line
In the back of my mind I know
It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken
Miles away promise from a burning bed
Two worlds should never collide
One word would end it if you ever heard
Tear the page out that reminds me
When I swore that I'd be strong now
The next time has come and gone well maybe I'm wrong I know
It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken
I know what your feeling
It's hard to believe in someone, someone who's not there
I know that you're waiting
'Cause love is worth saving, but only for so long, so long, so long!
I swore that I would try since the last time, the last time!
It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken
It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken
MISA'S POV
I gulped, looking down over the edge.
It had always been my choice. I gave up everything for him, everything.
And he left me all alone.
My hand extended, shaking violently as I held out the very last thing that tied me to Raito.
The book vibrated in my hand so much, I couldn't read the title myself, even knowing what it said exactly.
The girl I had chosen looked very shocked- horrified even, that I was admitting my guilt to her so openly.
Her thin arms wrapped under her black tank, the crimson streaked ebony locks hanging over her right shoulder molested by the movement.
Teeth pulled at her bottom lip, troubling it almost teasingly as her large light brown almond eyes stared hypnotized at my hand.
It wasn't the first time.
I was frozen stiff. I could barely manage to breath with death clinging to every edge of my theoretical cliff. My heart felt heavy, weighing me down enough to make me fall out of place so easily.
There was a deep, erratic beating in my chest that drove me closer to my fear, eating away at the edges of the corpse that had once been my sanity.
They both left me alone to fix everything they had fucked up. Raito didn't have to admit anything and Mikami didn't have to be so stupid.
The words fell easily from my lips, almost as if they had been waiting for the perfect moment to be acknowledged and released. "Hiragana, I am Kira."
"That's impossible. Matsuda said-"
"Kira was my fiancé." I stopped her. Her eyes darted to the ring on my hand, and I was certain she recalled the tall brown haired boy I had pawed over for nearly 7 years of my life.
I had been haunted myself, in lightest terms, day and night, by the ghost of Kira and his bride, a deathly pair covered with the black abyss of corpses of thousands of victims, all faceless and nameless as a stark snowflake.
I was cloaked in the death of our victims, of the criminals that deserved to die. It suffocated me now, as guilt finally settled in my gut.
I was guilty of murder.
I killed to prove that killing was wrong. I followed my attacker into the darkness.
It was all Mikami's fault. He could never do anything right, and thanks to him, my Raito was dead forever.
"Raito-he was the first. It was kept from the media, but Matsuda knew. His pride kept him from saying anything. I met him through this book. It's called a Death Note. Any name written inside will kill the person by any means. It's the cause of the criminals deaths."
I gulped, knowing that nothing could hurt me further then what I now was going through.
Gripping the handrail, my arms trembled; preparing themselves for the act I was committed to achieving.
"Mikami was my replacement. I was to forget everything, especially once I became an idol. Raito wanted it that way- said it was better that way, so we could be together and no one would suspect like L, no one could try to get between us like L."
I heard her gasp, but I continued on.
"After Raito died, Mikami thought I should know, that I should remember why my fiancé was murdered, and what our dream had once been. I did remember, everything that I did caused me pain, and I remember everything."
I shivered, the wind this high up chilling me. It was nearly dark out, and I hadn't picked the smartest thing to wear.
The black knee-high frill dress blew up with each gust, exposing more thigh then if I had worn something common and normal.
"It was better off not knowing, thinking that it had been my Raito who had caught Kira, that had died trying to stop him. It was easier to hate Kira, to blame him for my fiancé dying, then to hate my beloved Raito for slowly killing himself. For being my destroyer."
"You must realize that what I am doing is not jeopardizing my life. You must also realize that by now, I have nothing more to live for."
I tried steadying myself, but I knew there was no use to it. I was as good as dead. I had twenty-three days to commit this task, and this was exactly how I wanted it to end.
"I am very much ready to die." I felt so sure, ready to destroy myself in hopes of being returned to Raito in the only way I thought possible.
"If I had the means to, had the strength to, I would have already destroyed myself. Instead I hope to achieve the deed with the aid of other worldly powers."
"You have something very large placed before you, Hitomi, and I pray that you won't judge. What I have done was dark and evil, and I should very well be punished for my acts of past judgment. But I am not sorry. Every single person I killed deserved to die."
This was where I had been meant to die. In this house, my blood should have spilt with my parents, but by some stroke of god, as I knew now it had to be, I survived.
"Especially myself."
Kira had saved me.
"I just ask that you take this notebook from me, and, should I not succeed or should I be found out, before the last act is complete, that you, Hitomi, kill me. Either by this book, or by your hand, I care not. Just make sure that within the next 23 days, I am dead. After that, I want you to dig a hole and burn it."
Hitomi Hiragana opened the Death Note, taking it from my hands as delicately as possible, like an ancient relic of my past.
Her eyes caught the last line of the book, and I shut it, afraid that someone outside might be near by and spying.
She had always been like a sister for me, and I saw the contempt she held for both Raito and I swallowed. Perhaps she saw what I truly was now, exposed and endangered.
Grasping the handrail, I slid my legs over it, making sure that my step was steady before the other followed.
Ironic, seeing as I was about to kill myself.
My toes curled around the concrete, as the second foot followed suit. Wrists spun on pivot as I leaned over the edge, looking down the skyscraper ledge to where I would soon splat my body.
"And if I don't?" her voice was sweet and innocent, but full of masked malice that I had, up until now, never noticed. "What if I decide that this power should not go unused- should not be destroyed. The wretched of this world should not go on unpunished, and should I decide that I should be the next actor in your play?"
People ran around like bugs on the ground. From where I stood on Sakura-TV tower, I could clearly see Hitomi near one of the festival rides, her hair burning an eternal red within the black mass waving through the hair. Her dress was as violent as her hair, and I could clearly make out her hand deep within her purse, as she looked up at me expectantly, knowing.
No one else below noticed me, no one else cared.
The festival went on, and I heard music playing below unlike any other day, and it only appeared that Hitomi was heading in to work.
No one suspected my suicide.
I felt the smile spread across my lips, knowing very well what would happen once I was long gone.
The sun shone bright, brilliant red; taking over the whole sky at it slowly succumbed to the night. The moon fought the sun down to the bank, and I felt my body grow cold.
The image of Raito and I pressed against each other flashed within my eyes. How could I have been so blind all those years ago? He used me, and I let him, so ready to allow it because I loved him so deeply it hurt. I was the sun, so bright and willing to share the light with the moon, but so quickly I was turned and pressed back out of eyesight, afraid to be seen.
The sun cried over the moon, as it slipped beneath the surface. I too, fell beneath the ocean waves, drowning, suffocating, and unseen as the moon took all the fame.
"Burn The Pages."
Smoothly, I stepped off the railing, falling swiftly downward to the ground.
The air whipped around me, burning my flesh, as I opened my arms, waiting for the Light.
Watch out Raito, here I come…The notebook dropped, clapping against the ground like a sting.
This time nothing's going to save you.
Author: Like it, not like it? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or any lyrics that will be thence here out, unless stated otherwise. I don't need a lawsuit.
I personally wish they glorified her death more. I mean, come on, she's the second Kira, and all she gets is a few seconds dangerously in front of a safety rail on a skyscraper.
Seriously.
So I have a theory. One that was placed very well with thought, that, should I continue, will make sense, perhaps, why there's a random woman talking to Misa Amane.
Who is the girl? You ask- And I shall tell you now she is not random, and will return later on.
At the end of the serried, there is a cloaked woman, and she is a follower of Kira.
That follower, unmistakably, at least in this story and for my story's sake, is Hitomi Hiragana.
Joke of the day that matched this story: "Some days you are the windshield, others, you're the bug."
Misa Amane was definitely having a bug day.
Anyway, comment and I will update quicker, like any of my other stories.
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