So this is my first Death Note fanfic. I hope you like it! XD
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Light's POV
I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't stand being at Wammy's House any longer. Not with that shadow always being cast over me. Not with all the looks of disapproval or disappointment being shot at me constantly. I just wanted it to end. And I finally had the chance to end it once and for all without anyone to stop me.
So I took the silver knife, watching as it glinted in the cold, quicksilver moonlight, and pressed it to my forearm gently, dragging it across the scarred, pale skin. I let a small, pained chuckle out as the red liquid beaded across the thin, shallow cut and slowly dripped down the sides of my arm.
I brought the knife to my arm again, but this time cut deeper, causing the blood to come rushing to the surface and pouring down my arm, dripping onto the grass of the dark forest. I finished that cut and continued carving into my arm until the word 'worthless' was shown, bloody and ugly.
I switched the knife to my other hand and continued carving into the other arm until the word 'trash' was shown there. The cuts on my other arm were shallower and less bloody, probably due to how weak the arm I cut with was. I let the knife fall from my hand, glistening with crimson liquid, and onto the ground.
Black dots danced in my vision and color leeched from the world as the light-headedness began to take over. Soon black almost completely took me over, and I collapsed onto the ground. I heard my name being cried, distant and quiet. A single tear left my eye as the darkness took over. 'I'm finally free,' I thought.
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And that, my dear readers, is the prologue. I hope you enjoyed! This was a spur of the moment fanfic, so if you don't like it, please tell me how I could make it better. I actually invite any type of constructive criticism and even flaming, so please give me some feedback.
~O'Malley out!
