Although in sleep
As I walked into the house, it was obvious something was wrong.
My heart began beating very fast, and I became more paranoid with every step that took me closer to the living-room door, which was open slightly with lights seeping through into the hallway, dancing as the pictures on the TV changed.
I paid no attention to the program, and I couldn't hear the words over the fast beat of my restless heart.
I cautiously stepped towards the door, as though there was someone on the other side that I didn't want to hear me.
I didn't have to worry about them hearing me… My family was already dead.
I stood in the doorway for a long 5 seconds before turning anxiously.
I grabbed the frame of the door and began looking around quickly, though I did not want to find what I was looking for.
That's when my eyes were drawn to the stairs.
"Sam…?" I asked quietly "Sam!"
I Called up the stairs, almost hysterically, as I grabbed the blood covered railing. I pulled my hand away and cradled it sobbing, as I saw the blood on my hands.
I got to the landing, which looked despairingly normal. Washed of all the color and happiness, like a new house that has not been apart of you long enough to hold meaning to you, as though you're in a dream.
"S-Sam?" I stepped towards the door slowly, and I heard the rain pouring down faster and faster, but I did not gaze out the windows, I kept my gaze fixed on the brass door knob, and I walked in a zombie like manner, as though it wasn't me who was making me move.
I pushed the door to his room at the end of the hallway.
He was lying on the floor peacefully, as though sleeping. Although in sleep he wouldn't be lying, distorted on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
This time I did sob hysterically.
"Sam!" I pushed my way into the room and shook him.
"Sam! Sam!" of course he was already dead. Though it hadn't been for long, the pale pink in his soft cheeks was still there, and he was still warm, though I could feel him getting colder as I sat there in shock.
If I had run from the room out to the front of the house at this moment, I would have seen my family's killer running despairingly down the street.
This would have saved me the pain I would live through the next three years. The pain of looking into the face of my family's killer, and then knowing he'd go free
It was there very painful things that made me see that justice, and the law were two very different things. That some things in this world can be classified as evil. And sometimes, if you want something down, you have to do it yourself.
And this is how I met Light Yagami…