Light's pov:
It was night time, around one in the morning. Now usually, the detective never actually slept, or at least he waited until I went to bed before he slept, I really don't know. But I do know that once a week, he sleeps at the same time as me, all those sleepless nights finally catch up to him I guess.
And that one night of the week happens to be tonight. And over the past two months that we have been chained together, I've never been able to get any information about his past, or him for that matter. I try to tell him about me, and hope that he returns the gesture, but he doesn't.
But that's not the part that has me up right now, not sleeping, while he sleeps in that weird position. Why does always he do that anyways? It's like he's trying to protect himself from something, and the weird way he holds things, almost like he's afraid of anything coming to close. And sometimes he talks to himself in his sleep.
Probably why he tends to sleep after me. Like that one time, last week.
I was sleeping in bed, when suddenly L kicked me. I jolted up, and looked around, only to find that he fell over on his side, and was thrashing, like he was having a nightmare. I went to wake him up, but I stopped my hand in the air, when he whispered out.
" Stop... no please... i'm sorry... why do you .. hit me dad?"
My eyes grew wide. Did I hear that right? No it couldn't have been. I then woke him up. He looked around scared, which was weird, he was always so emotionless. But, as if nothing happened, he changed back to his regular self. What the fuck?!
"Thank you Light-kun, sorry if I woke you up, please go back to sleep."
Oh, so he didn't realize that he was talking in his sleep, which was kind of weird since I thought he knew he's a sleep-talker. I decided not to bring it up, for his sake. Maybe if I got him to tell me what it was about, then I'd get my answers, while getting emotionally closer to him.
"It's alright L, do you, maybe want to talk about it. They say that it's better to tell someone, that it helps."
I smiled to him, and he seemed to think about it for a moment.
"No thank you, Light-kun. It was nothing, really, just go back to sleep."
Shot down, damn, not gonna lie, that kind of hurt.
"Well, if you change your mind, i'm right here, literally," I said holding up the chain, "Plus you did say once that you saw me as a friend, and I see you as one too. So I don't mind listening, well, good night."
"Yes, good night Light-kun."
And I'll never forget that look he gave me. His eye's scream, ' I want to tell you, but i'm...afraid to.' Then he turned away, and got into that weird position again.
Plus, do to other events, I know something has happened to him before that has him like this. Like that other time.
"Hey L, want to take a break, there nothing happening, actually nothing has happened for a good week or so now, come on it wont hurt."
I said to him, we were on the computers, like usual, and don't get me wrong, I love the work, I do, but it got boring sometimes. I continued to stare at L, my elbow on the computer table in front of me holding up my head as he thought about it for a moment, and to my surprise, agreed.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt Light-kun, but what were you thinking of doing?" I had planned this out, so I immediately answered.
"Well, how about we go somewhere else and play chess for a little while, and maybe talk?"
Luckily he didn't catch on to me so he got up with me right behind him. We walked to the elevator, and waited until it took us to the ninth floor. Once we got there, and exited the elevator, we walked to the fifth door, and went in. He walked over to a closet, and pulled out the earlier mentioned game board. Putting it on the table, we both sat opposite of each other, in soft chairs.
I helped set up the board, and once we were finished, he went first. Not to long after, once we both did a couple of moves, I decided it was time to try to talk to him.
"So, L, you know, I just remembered something."
He moved his piece, and didn't look up, waiting for my move.
"And what is that Light-kun."
I made my move in the game.
"Well, I though about before, when I was little, and me and my family went on a fishing trip. It was during the summer, you know the days were hotter and longer. And Siyu wasn't born yet, so it was only me, my father, and my mom. We were on the wooden plank, the one that sticks out of the water, and I was standing close to the edge. I was really good at catching fish, and I guess I wasn't paying attention, because when I threw the line in, as I didn't notice I was so close to the edge, and fell in. I couldn't swim at the time, and my father jumped in after I heard my mother scream, and pulled me out. And lets just say he wasn't to happy with me"
I smiled, even though I shivered at the memory of what happened to my poor backside once we got back home. Never did like fishing again. During my story, we both continued to play, going back and forth, him taking some of my pieces, and me taking some of his.
"What about you L? Anything ever happen to you like that."
He was caught off guard by my question. His hand suddenly knock over some of the game pieces, and his face seemed to turn dark for a second. His hair covered his eye's like he was trying to cover his expression, but it only added to it.
"No Light-kun, I grew up in an orphanage, I never knew my parents, the end."
Then he changed the subject.
"Oh, my bad, I knock over the pieces, oh well, we need to get back to work anyways, I'll have Watari clean it up later, come lets go."
I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, so I dropped it altogether, I didn't even mention that night to him, when he talked in his sleep and stuff.
I also remember that one night, a little while ago, I had trouble sleeping, and although I was laying on my side, with my eyes closed, like I was already passed out for the night. I felt L shift in the bed, then his weight was off the bed. I heard rustling, and he got back on the bed. Then more rustling, and then the sound of pencil on paper, he was writing something.
My first though was that it had came from under the bed, and I thought about how I used to hide a journal under my bed, years ago. Maybe that was what it was. If only I could get my hands on it, I had thought, then maybe my questions would be answered.
And that's why I was up tonight, L was asleep, and it was my time to put my mind at ease. I crawled over him, luckily the chain was long enough for me to reach under the bed and grab it.
Once I got it, I sat on the ground, but before I opened it, I thought about the day that I was with L, when he told me that I was his first friend. Would this be going against our friendship?
It didn't matter to me, I had to know what was going on, so I opened it up, and read.
Dear Diary-thing, Entry 1:
This is the first time I ever had anything like this. Something that was all my own. So, where do I start? I guess i'll write about everything that has happened to me that I can remember. Maybe It will help with all the nightmares I've been having recently.
I remember my mother, she was so beautiful. I look a little like her, but mostly like my father. Which I hate, because every time I look in the mirror, I can only see him. And all the a-full memories that it brings along with it.
My mother died when I was young, young enough that I can barely remember her face now, though old enough that I do remember the things that we did together. All of the sudden she got very sick and passed away, so it was only me, my father, and my older brother B. He was the favorite between the two of us when it came to our father, though luckily not our mother. She loved us both equally.
I don't know why either. I was smarter than B, maybe it was because he truly loved our father, and always smiled at him. I remember those times.
B was such a happy person before, he loved life so much. He could always find something good about every situation. Our father may have favored him, but that doesn't mean he didn't abuse him like me.
There was so much that happened. So in this entry, i'll only talk about one time.
When mama first died, father was all depressed.
He drank a lot, but always managed to not lose his job some how. I'll never know how me managed that though, he always smelled of beer in the morning.
Then, one night, he came home, me and B had already come home from school long before. Which was another thing, for some reason he and mama always called us L and B, don't know why though.
But anyways, he came home that night, and he had a strange look in his eyes. He looked at B, and to me. His eyes screamed of lust, though at the time I didn't recognize what that meant.
Me and B were doing our homework at the small table we had gotten for Christmas, he always got us stuff for Christmas every year even after mama died but I don't know why. From the way he acted toward us most of the time, you would thing that he hated us. Until tonight it wasn't anything beyond glares and verbal abuse.
He walked over to me, and picked me up. B, not knowing what was happening either, stood up and watched as our father walked into his bed room, and locked the door. I could hear Beyond trying to twist the door nob to open the door, and when that didn't work, banging on the door.
He threw me on the bed, and preceded to undress me. I still didn't have the faintest clue as to what was going on, though if I had, I would have tried to run away. It wasn't until he started to get undressed to that I started to get the whole picture. I can remember the whole thing, how he looked, and every move he made.
He jumped at me, his tall, thin but muscular frame diving on top of me. I myself only came up to his waist when I stood next to him, not even going past his stomach, making what he wanted to do all that much easier.
He rolled over, making me sit on top of him.
"I'll make you a deal my little Lawliet, be daddy's good little boy, don't scream or try to get away and I won't go for your older brother once we're done."
Without giving me a chance to answer, he stuck three fingers in me mouth, pushing them in and out. I could feel him getting hard, my bottom was on top of his nether regions. Once they were covered with enough saliva he stuck them in me, on by on. It hurt, oh god it hurt so bad, and he was only getting started. After scissoring me for sometime, he took his fingers out and thrust into me.
I opened my mouth to scream, but I knew I couldn't so I brought my small hands to my mouth and stuck my own fingers in to distract me from screaming. For a couple of moments, he didn't move, then he took me by the hip, since I was still on top of him, and made me ride him. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.
When I felt him 'fill me up' so to speak, I knew it was over. He laid me next to him and soon fell asleep.
Dear Journal, { diary is too girly}
Entry 2
That incident tore me apart. Why did he do that? It didn't take a lot of money, and god knows that he has plenty, to at least buy a prostitute, so why?
I saw the way he looks at my older, by a few minutes, brother BB, so why did he chose me? Was it because he wanted to spare BB the trauma that...it causes? Well, I can't really wish what had happened to me on my brother.
He's weird, but I love him non the less, and neither him or our father has spoken since I broke down in tears and told BB what had happened. I don't know why I told him, I guess I just trust him too much, and when he had finally calmed down, he went nuts.
I tried to stop him, but he charged out of the room, and went to father's room.
I couldn't bring my self to call him dad anymore, he doesn't deserve that title.
He screamed bloody murder at the top of his lungs, and pounded at his door for a good thirty minutes, but our dad was always a heavy sleeper. BB gave up and stomped back into our room, a murderous intent in his eyes. He started punching the walls in fury.
He was always over protective over me, maybe he thought that I couldn't take care of my self, and before I thought I could, but that day proved me wrong.
He stopped suddenly and pulled my by my arm over to our closet. He opened the door and moved some stuff around inside before putting me there and covering me up with a blanket that was put there a year ago.
"Stay here, I'll be back soon, and under no circumstance do you leave this place got it?" He said, and I could only nod my head, I was too shaken up to say anything, and I was sore all over, so I doubt I'd have the energy to. He closed the door, and I could hear him walking off.
I know now what BB had done, but when I was little I had no clue. He had walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife, then came back into our room to hide it under his bed. He had plans to use it later.
When he came back for me minutes later, he picked me put, he was always strong for his age, and carried me to bed, he slept by me that night. And every night since, like he was afraid that if he left, something would happen to me again. And at points I thought so too.
I fell asleep minutes later, i was so tired, and I'm not sure how long I slept for, but the next thing I knew, BB was shaking me, trying to wake me up.
I had, had a nightmare, that our father was after me again, which didn't surprise me much, I knew I'd probably have some sort of nightmare like that, it was natural after something of that stance and BB were and am very smart after all.
I was so shaken up after that, that I thought I'd never sleep again, of at least for the rest of the night. Once BB had waken me up, I stared to cry uncontrollably, and he had to hold he close to his chest, rocking me back and forth to help calm me down.
He would shush me, trying anything he could to calm me down, and soon my sobs were turned to quiet cries. That dream was so horrible, that I didn't want to sleep for the rest of the night, but there was something about the way that he rocked me back and forth that was sothing, I couldn't help but think of our mother, the way she'd do this to one of us if we had a bad dream.
And soon after, I fell asleep in his arms, I trusted my brother to keep me safe, at least for the rest of the night.
Entry 3:
It was the next night, B was sleeping with me again, he had moved his pillows over to my bed. Father probably was working late again, he hasn't come home yet.
Earlier, B had cooked dinner, since out of the two of us, he was the best, and we had watched t.v until we were tired.
B was laying down next to me, he had his arms around me since I had told him that it made me feel better, and I was about to fall asleep when I heard the front door open.
I started to shiver, he was hear, and I could hear his foot steps get closer, and finally stop right outside of our door.
B turned to me, and we listened, the phone down stairs started to ring and he walked away. B threw the covers off of us, and picked me up off of the bed.
He started walking towards the closet, and opened the door. He hid me in the back and once again covered me with the blanket. I could hear him moving boxes it front of me to hide me from view.
It was dark, and then I heard Father come back in. "Where is L?!" B was quiet for a moment. "I don't know what you mean." I couldn't see, but I bet Father was furious.
"Listen here you little shit, tell me where your brother is now or else." There was only silence for a few moments, before I heard, "Or else what? You gonna rape me too? I don't think so."
I could hear footsteps moving around, but I don't know who's, Then, suddenly I heard a scream.
Years later I had found something that was of great interest to me, B's own Journal. Well, more like some pieces of paper that were kept together by folding the papers into three sections.
So I decided to put his papers in my journal for the time that I didn't understand what was going on. { When it is written in bold, that is beyond birthday's writing. } [ i'm going to start from the beginning so it doesn't confuse people.]
Entry 1:
Mother has died. I'm not even sure how to explain what I feel, when she had died, L cried over her body for hours. But I didn't cry, I couldn't, I'm L's older brother, I can't show that this effects me.
I have to stay strong for him. I sat next to him to comfort him, and then Father came home. He called for us, but we just stayed where we were.
He came into Mother's room soon afterwards. We didn't turn towards him, and he walked over to us and grabbed the back of our shirts and threw us out of the room.
I was surprised, to say the least. I hit the wall, but luckily I had caught and came behind L in hid throw, so I broke his fall. Once I had hit the wall hard, with him in front of me, we both fell to the ground on our sides.
It had hurt a lot, and when I opened my eyes, my vision was shaky and blurry. We both sat up, and besides minor pain in his side, L seemed fine.
I knew our Father could be mean and sometimes out right cruel, but I didn't expect him to go this far. I had known our Mothers death would effect him but that was no excuse.
I stood up and helped him to his feet. We walked back to our rooms, and layed down in our bed to go to sleep. It was dark and probably the only time I could cry, so I did.
Entry 2:
It was late at night, me and L had come home from school and were doing our homework that we had forgot to do earlier, when our Father had come home. We both looked at him, and i'm sure L saw it too.
In his eyes there was this strange look, lust. Was he gonna... to one of us?...Oh no. He started to walk over to us, and I feared that it was me he was after.
Never had I been so wrong, when I wished I was right. He was after L. It's not like i wanted him to rape me, but I'd rather it be me and not my little brother.
I was frozen in shock, I watched as he picked up my little brother and made his was to his room. I got up to follow them, but neither of then noticed. I ran after him.
But just as I was about to reach him, he closed the door on me. I banged on the door, but it was no use. I was to small to break it down. Then soon the screams started.
They were L's, and they were filled with pain. Knowing I could do nothing to stop it, I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I covered my ears with me hands, but i could still hear them.
Never had I felt so... useless. My little brother was being raped in the other room and I could only sit here and cry? I'm not sure when, but I could feel the liquid rolling down my face.
What felt like hours passed, when the screams stopped. I heard Father's door open then close again. Looking up from the floor, I could make out little footsteps head toward our room. L!
I ran out of the bathroom, and into our room, L looked surprised, but I simply ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him. L lost it and started crying into my shoulder.
He started to talk really fast, but I understood what he was saying. He told me everything that had happened. By the time he was done, and still crying, I could feel myself slipping away.
His sobs soon turned to silent cries and I let him go. I couldn't control my anger anymore, and ran out of the room and towards his room. I don't know why, but I started screaming and pounding on the door.
It didn't matter though, he didn't answer. I walked back to our room with my hands cluched into fists at my sides. As soon as I entered the room I started to hit the wall in anger.
How dare he hurt my precious little L, that bastard, I have to hurt him. I thought as I hit the wall, but not hard enough to leave any holes. Once I was done with my little fit, I walked over to L.
He was probably very sore, so I simply picked him up and hid him in the closet. I told him to stay there as I left to walk into the kitchen. I looked around until I spotted the knife holder on the counter.
Grabbing what looked like a butcher knife, I ran back into the room and hid it under my bed, I took the covers and pulled them halfway down the bed, so no one could see under the bed.
Walking back over to the closet, I once again picked L up and carefully put him in bed, and walking over to mine to grab my pillow, I got into bed with him.
I had to make sure he was safe tonight, and make sure that bastard didn't try to hurt him again.
Soon, we both fell asleep.
Entry 3:
I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly I felt someone hit me in the side. I woke up and looked over to L, he was having a nightmare.
That bastard caused my L to have nightmares! I calmed myself down.I needed to help L, it was no time to work myself up.
Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I shook him gently, and soon his eye's shot open, and he started to look around before he buried his face into my chest.
I was a little surprised at first, but soon I started to rock him back and forth, shushing him. I couldn't stand it when he cried, I don't know why though.
After a while he calmly fell back he had fallen asleep, I looked over to my bed, hopefully I would be able to use it soon.
I wanted nothing more than to hurt that son of a bitch, but i'm sure L wouldn't appresiate it. He was always the kind one between the two of us.
I stared up at the ceiling as I went deep into thought. It always helps me sleep, I usually just drift into sleep while thinking.
L was always a softy, never liking to see people in pain. I remember that one time we were at the park when we were four. Well, I was four, he was three.
There was that stupid blonde bitch, she had a shrill voice, and tried to boss me around, since I was the only one there besides her parents, my parents, and L.
Just to get back at her, I pushed her off of the slide, but she fell side ways and her left leg hit the slide, and broke.
Her parents and my parents weren't even watching, and neither was L so I never got in trouble for it even though she tried to blame me for it.
I still remember the look on L's face as she screamed and cried, her leg was twisted at a weird angle. As the ambulance drove her away, I only laughed.
Then there was that time a social secretly worker came over, he tried to take me away once they were informed of the little incident at the park.
I had left the house with L, and while he was driving down the road, L jumped out in front of his car. He slammed on the breaks and got out of his car.
When he came toward L asking if he was alright, I came up behind him and hit him over the head with a rench. The look on L's face was priceless.
We ended up putting him back into his car, and taking a brick, it kept going straight until it drove off of the cliff where you were suppose to turn.
But why is it that i'm so messed up and L isn't? Why do I do these things, if everybody says there not normal?
After that last thought I drifted off into sleep, forgetting everything I thought in the morning.
Entry 4:
The next night, Father didn't come home as usual. He was either working late or drinking all the extra money we had away.
But as long as he isn't here I really could care less. Of course, with him not here, I would have to cook. I didn't trust L in the kitchen.
That kids got a real big sweet tooth. Which is probably my fault, since when he was a baby, and had to drink that nasty formula that I tried that one time when our mother wasn't looking, I use to put a lot of sugar in his bottle when ever her back was turned to make it easier for him to drink.
Of course at the time, I didn't know that all babies drink that and thought it tasted good, or that it would cause him to like anything with sugar in it in the near future.
But anyways, the last time I let him cook something for me when our parents were in bed, he tried to make soup, but added the whole thing of sugar into it.
I didn't even know he had tampered with it, so I tried to eat it, but literally spit it out as soon as it entered my mouth.
And lets just say that we got into a lot of trouble the next morning when Mom found out all her sugar was gone.
Of course I took the blame for L, since it was the brotherly thing to do. I only ended up getting sent to my room for an hour of two, but I was still mad.
So, getting down the cans of soup we had in our cabinets I poured both can of tomato soup into a large cooking kettle on the stove, and let it cook at medium setting.
Neither of us liked it, but that was all we had. Our Father needed to go shopping again, but for some reason he never bought enough.
I had asked if he was out of money, but he said he had plenty, and to shut my mouth before he shut it for me.
I bet we're actually poor, and he's just drinking our money away with out telling us. I turned to the bread box, and grabbed a chair from the dinning room.
It's not like we eat there a lot anymore as a family. Me and L just eat in our rooms when Fathers home, it's only at times like these when he's not here that we use it.
Bringing the chair into the kitchen, I stood up on it and got onto the counter. Opening the bread box and taking out the cheap bread we had, I put four pieces into the toaster.
Hoping off of the chair, I got out two small plates, and one big plate. Next I got out two bowls, two spoons, napkins, and crackers.
Walking over to the bottom cabinets where I got the soup out from, I got out a can of carrots, peas, corn, and green beans. I could try and at lease make the soup better.
After opening up the cans, I poured the vegetables into the kettle and took out a wooden spoon from the drawer. I had already moved the chair over to the stove and was standing on it.
Turning up the heat to 6, I gentle sturred the soup, hoping that I did this correctly. I didn't even know who to cook, I was just making up ideas as I went along.
After a while, I took a spoon and tried it. It was a little hot, but it actually tasted good. After turning off the stove so that the house wouldn't burn down, I got off of the chair.
Grabbing the big plate, I placed it on the counter next to the toaster and stood on my tip-toes to get the bread out and place it on the plate.
Going over to the table, I placed the plate in the center, and when back into the kitchen and put about ten crackers on the smaller plates and set those too on the table.
After putting the spoons down on either sides and taking a chair from the front and the chair in the kitchen, I set them in front of the food, and went back into the kitchen.
After scooping two servings into the bowls, one for each, I set those next the the small plates and the spoons. Unfortunetly, I still wasn't done.
Cooking sure was hard work, hopefully I won't have to do it often. Getting two cups down I poured grape juice into them and took them along with the napkins to the table.
Standing back to admire my work, I looked to the side where the living room was and spotted L watching T.V.
"Hey L, some over here, it's time to eat." I called, and he came over, but as soon as he was the table hs face lit up. "Did you really make all of this?" He asked.
"Yeah, it wasn't too hard." I said, we both sat down and started eating. There wasn't much to talk about, so we finished rather quickly.
We only said something here or there relating about what happened at school. Sometimes laughing at certain events that happened in the classroom.
After we finished, he help me put the remander of the soup in containers and set it in the refrigerater. We had both eaten all of the bread, and only a few crackers from his and my plate were left.
Throwing those away, he helped me put dishes in the sink, and we both walked back into the living room and watched a movie.
It was around ten before the movie was over and by then we were both tired. Once we were in bed, I was actually in his, we started to drift off into sleep with my arm around him.
It made him feel better, he had told me earlier when he thought that I was going to sleep in my own bed. Which wasn't going to happen since I felt like I needed to protect him.
We were both almost asleep when both me and L heard the front door opening. Great, this night was actually going very well, but i'm sure that he'll find a way to mess it up.
L looked over at me, and then when the footsteps haulted right outside our door, we both turned our attention to the small space under the door, and we both saw a small part of his shadow.
Then, by some mirical, the phone started to ring. After he had walked off, I quickly threw the covers off of us, and pulled L out of bed.
Opening the closet door, and putting him in the back, I covered him up with a blanket and moved some old boxes in front of him.
Closing the door and turning back around, I quickly ran over to my bed and pulled out the knife I had hidden. Holding it behind my back, I waited until our Father came back.
Once he came back, he started screaming at me, asking where L was, but of course I only gave him a smart ass answer. And that's when it happened.
He started walking towards me, like he was going to hurt me, and I took the knife and stabbed him in the arm. He screamed out in pain.
Entry 3, continued.:
After I heard the scream, I got out of my place in the closet, and opened the door. It didn't sound like B's scream, the voice was too deep.
Opening the door, I was met with a site to behold. My Father was kneeling on the ground, clutching his arm where blood was coming out of.
B stood a couple of feet in front of him, holding a bloody butcher knife. "B!" I shouted, and he turned around, surprised. ""What are you doing!?" We both yelled in union.
"I'm trying to protect us, what are you doing, why aren't you hiding?" I only stared at him. "I heard a scream. Oh my god, look out." I practically yelled.
He turned around but the second he did, Fathers fist smashed into his face. The force of the blow caused him to fall backwards. Blood started to trickle out of his mouth.
Father had gotten to his feet while we were talking and came at B. "You little shit." He yelled as he stood over B, and rased his fist to hit him again.
Out of instinct, I ran over to him. He had already punched B in the eye and was going to hit him for a third time. But as soon as I got to him, I kicked him in the balls.
Maybe it wasn't a practical move, but I didn't know how to fight and it sure got the job done. B got to his feet while Father cluched himself, and withered in pain on the floor.
Rushing over to me, he grabbed my hand, and ran out of the bedroom with me following right behind him. We ran down the hallway until we reached and old broom closet.
It was pretty much empty except for some spare blankets stuffed into a corner. Opening the door, we hid in there. After a few minutes, we heard our Father's foot steps come down the hall.
To our relief he passed right by the closet and into the living room screaming our names. It was the first time I ever actually heard him say our real names.
"Beyond, Lawliet, where are you two?" We stayed quiet until he gave up and went back into his room for the night.
Standing up, B grabbed the little metal chain to turn on the light. He took a blanket and a large , oversized pillow and put them on the floor, creating a pallet.
There was one more blanket, and after I laid down, he turned out the light and pulled it over us. But I couldn't sleep, I had a question plaguing my mind for a long time, and I decided now was the best time to ask it.
"Hey B, why don't our parents call us by our real names, how come they use L and B?" He looked over at me through the dark.
"You mean they've never told you, look let me put it this way, why do you think we use to move around a lot?" "I don't know, I always thought it was because we couldn't pay the bills."
"Well, that's part of the reason. Mom and Father use to be criminals, they robbed banks, hung with gangs, and took place in the black market.
But when we were born, Mom convinced Father to stop and settle down to have a family. They had to move a lot, always on the run from the police, and used allises so people wouldn't recognize them.
They used allises for us too and they stuck just in case recognized our names." I could only stare at him. The information was shocking to say the least. There was only one thing I didn't understand.
"Why would people recognize our names if we never did anything?"
"Well, the police were desperate to find them, so they let slip our names, hoping someone would see us."
"Well, what were our parents names?"
" Elaina Lawliet and Ivan Birthday. Although there is one thing I forgot to tell you, your first name is actually L. Your L Lawliet and I'm Beyond Birthday. Now go to sleep, we have school tomorrow."
He said, putting his arm around me and we cowered together for warmth since it was extremely cold in the closet. We would have gone to our rooms, but we didn't want to take the chance.
That night, the nightmares started again, but they weren't as bad as before.
I closed the journal, for that was more than I wanted to know. No wonder he had all those nightmares. But, Lawliet? Was that his real name? No, probably just another ales. Sliding the book under the bed, I crawled into bed, and went to sleep, tossing and turning all night.