Scars.
Death Note Fanfiction by Raayy (AKA: ToysAndChocolate)
I don't own Death Note.
Near's centred, MN implicit, insane and revised by Threshie! Thank you so much!
Love Brilliant Scars
Paint Brilliant tomorrow
Sing Brilliant song for myself
Dead Poem's Still Alive
Dead Poem's Still Alive into me
Dead Poem's Still Screamin'
Dead Poem's Still Screamin' into me
Scars - X Japan
You looked at yourself in the mirror after years without seeing one.
Years.
Isn't about liking it or not, you just don't feel the need.
Lack of vanity.
You look at your hair, much longer than before, and curlier.
Notice because you twist it always. Always.
Eyes opaque, dark and empty.
They always have been that way.
But the pale skin always looks the same.
The same.
You could change. You could. Why not?
Smile. White teeth, perfectly aligned.
Since ever.
Turned yourself at the closet in the bathroom and pick up a little glass container.
Strong smell and colorless.
Turned it in the left side of your face.
The eye burned, but he didn't care. He didn't care about pain.
You didn't care about many things.
Just about the fire.
The fire. It attracted you. You couldn't ignore it.
It had names.
Mihael, Mello, pyro, fire.
None of them you could ignore.
Pyromaniac.
Your eyes (dark empty and opaque) shine to see the fire.
It glows in your eyes, the reflection of the fire.
Your left eye burned, and the tears fell (consequence), but you didn't care.
Didn't care.
You look at yourself with the right eye in the mirror and smile.
Cheshire Cat.
Took a lighter (that wasn't yours) and turned it on.
Watched the flame.
Fire.
You smiled, your eyes glowed.
Pyro.
Moved the flame to your face, and at the touch of the alcohol, it spread itself.
Mello.
X
Pleasure. The fire burned, hurts, it gives you an agony without limits on the left side of your face, but you didn't care. You didn't care much about anything at all.
Maniac. You watched your skin burned itself, your bangs unmake and make that unpleasant smell of burned hair and you didn't do anything.
Relief. Halle (or it was another person? Don't remember) appeared and slapped your face until the fire went out. The pain still was there and she (or whoever it was) took you to the hospital.
Danger. The burns were intense, and the doctor (in an uncaring tone, but why he would care?) said that the scar won't go away.
Smile. You just smiled when told this information, and the doctor stared at you scared. You didn't even noticed, you were too busy thinking.
Thoughts. You came and go from them without care with the world around until you got to leave that damned hospital.
Mirror. It was where you went just as soon as you came out of the hospital.
Mihael.
You should have stayed a little longer.
But it's okay, I'll stay in your place with the same scars.
A/N:
Creepy, isn't it? But I liked anyway, lol.
Wasn't easy pass it to english, so, many thanks to Threshie who beta-read it! Seriously, a lot of thanks! ;w;
Anyway, fell free to coment. Also, if you understand portuguese, check the original at my main account.
See ya~