A/N: Before you read, I must point out that this takes place after Light's death in the series. That is all!
"Misa?"
"I'm tired."
Misa wasn't really up for a chat that night.
"I've been waiting for you, up here, all day," it replied.
"No you haven't. You've been following me around; you always are. You're a part of me, didn't you know?"
"I didn't."
"Oh, really? Is that something you managed to cook up in the back of that little mind of yours? That you have some sort of… some sort of upper-hand? Or that you're independent? You poor, poor thing," she started at it.
"Why are you so worked up? I just wanted to have a little talk with you, like we always do," there was a bit of humiliation and rage in its voice.
"We never do," she replied to the disembodiment that was the voice, "you just nag at me while I'm trying to sleep."
"Nag? Oh, so now I'm a fucking nag, am I?" it retorted.
"Come on, let's sleep…." Misa yawned.
"No, no we will not fucking sleep. Look at me!"
There was a loud clang that shot her eyes open and a buzzing of lights that caused her to cling onto her blanket in sheer and utter fear.
"P-please, come on, we both know this isn't really happening. Don't mess with me like that," Misa spoke.
"What has gotten into you? Do you do this just to piss me off? You do, don't you? I bet you're enjoying this, seeing me dead and bare naked with nothing, absolutely nothing, but my very own soul. Do you like the way my voice sounds? I bet it must give you chills."
"You're not real! You can't be! You… you can't be," her voice grew into a faint, inaudible whisper.
"Oh?" it asked menacingly.
The lights burst out and the room grew dark; the kind of darkness that would give anyone goosebumps all the way up their arm and a shiver down their spine.
Her heart raced, her stomach ached, and her eyes began to tear. She reached her arm out to nothing and felt her hand shake violently. By now, she was already kneeling on the cold floor with her back slumped against the similarly cold wall. She whimpered as the lights flashed back on and, to her sight, stood a tall and highly overpowering man with a devilish grin plastered to his face for a tenth of a second before she blinked her eyes shut.
She open her eyes no less than a second later and saw nothing but the blinding luminescence of bright lights and the reflection of a white, tiled wall facing her. She'd let out a bone-chilling scream, but it was too late, for when the nurse came rushing in her arms were already wrapped around her already lifeless throat.