Okay! This is my first fic. I kind of got bored and decided to start writing. This is just an idea that I've been toying with. I would really appreciate it if you could tell me if it's any good. I really hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: If I owned a Death Note, there would be several stupid people already dead. Huh? Oh, you mean the manga/anime. Well, I don't own that either.
Iris
Prologue: Nightmares and Dreamscapes
The men had gone away, but there was no doubt that they were still watching me on a surveillance camera. What was the point of keeping watch over me? There was absolutely no chance of me escaping. My arms were outstretched and securely tied to the wall. I was held in a standing position with not enough give in the bonds for me to sit down.
As I tried to make myself comfortable in the awkward position, I wondered how long it would be until he rescued me. I had no idea what the kidnappers wanted, but I knew that he would figure out a way to get me back. He would never leave me. No matter where destiny guided my life, he was always there to catch me when I fell. I knew he would save me from this place.
Suddenly, the chilly air in the room seemed to heat up. I felt like my body was on fire as sweat formed at my brow. My breathing started to get heavier and my head began to feel lighter. I tried to fight it, but there was no point. Why try to escape the inevitable? So, a lone tear escaped my eye as I finally succumbed to the darkness. And I saw my life flash before me, as if I was living it again…
Chapter 1: A Nameless Beginning
My earliest memories of life were dismal. I sometimes wonder how on earth I survived for five years living in that loveless home. Most people wouldn't even call it a home. It was a small house that was so run-down that rent was practically nothing. It was one story with two bedrooms. The water from the faucet was always orange and several of the lights never worked. My room was very small and bare. There was only a twin size mattress, a pillow, and a few blankets in it. The other rooms were just as dismal looking. I guess the woman I lived with didn't believe in decorating.
Despite the fact that I had lived with her since I was born, I really didn't know anything about her. I don't think we had ever spent more than a few minutes in the same room as each other. She was a complete mystery to me. She stayed out most nights and only came home to sleep during the day. I had no idea how she paid the rent. As strange as it may sound, I didn't even know her name. I never spoke to her, so there was no reason to address her by a name or title. In turn, she never spoke or paid any attention to me. Even though she had given birth to me, I never thought of her as a mother.
My days were usually spent trying to sleep. It was just easier to live by her schedule than to try to go against it and risk waking her up during the day. Although she mostly ignored me, if I did anything to anger her, she would hit me. Nights were spent in front of the television. It was one of the few comforts that we owned. It was also my only real window to the outside world. With the lack of a parental figure, I learned everything from the tv.
This was how I lived for five years. It was by no means a charmed life, but it was all I had ever known. So, it was understandable that I didn't want to leave that life behind for the unknown. Yet destiny, in all its glory, had different plans. It's strange how a person's entire life can change in the course of one night. Looking back, I don't consider my life before this particular night as living, but merely as existing. Strange how a cigarette can change a life for better or for worse.
The night had started like any other night. After the woman had left the house, I entered the livingroom where I sat down to watch tv. After only two hours of cartoons and a half hour of the news, the door opened and the woman walked in. Noticing that she looked worn out, I decided that it was a good idea to turn off the tv and retreat to my room. I lay down on my bed and tried to make myself rest, it was hard enough for me to sleep during my regular schedule. After what seemed like an eternity of counting sheep, I finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
A while later, I was awakened by the smell of something burning. I got up to find out what had caused the smell. Upon opening the door, I was met with the sight of flames coming from the woman's room. Her bedroom door was only a few feet away from mine. I knew it was only a matter of time before the fire spread to my room, but I couldn't move. My body felt like it was frozen in place. Suddenly, a strange sensation that I had never felt before hit me. After that, my vision went black.
When I finally woke up, several strange people in white were hovering over me. They kept telling me what to do and asking me questions.
"Try to breathe normally."
"Do you know how the fire started?"
"Don't try to get up too soon."
"Is there anyone else living with you besides the woman?"
"Drink some of this water. It'll help with the dizziness."
"Can you tell me your name?"
I remained silent as they spoke. That last question, however, left me wondering, 'What is my name?"
Ooooh! What's gonna happen next!? You'll just have to keep reading. Please, R&R.