My Life With A Death Note (FanFiction)
Chapter One
So, as I look back in my past, I realize it's not exactly the most normal life in the world. Well, this world anyway.
It all started in my fifth year of high school. My father had a promotion to a job in Japan so we left England and moved faster than you can say "I Should Go". I left my home and friends behind, oh wait. Yeah, I wasn't exactly popular back in those days; in fact, you could say I was the human punching bag. I thought that when I moved to Japan, things would be different, but I was wrong.
After yet another lesson of being confused as hell, it was finally lunch time. Unfortunately, it was just like back in England. I walked down the hallway with my head down, minding my own business when all of a sudden, I found myself pinned against the lockers with a strong hand piercing into my throat. I reached out, trying to make who ever it was stop and then he punched me in the chest, causing me to start choking and lose air. I collapsed down to the floor and when I looked up, my sight began to focus and just as it did, he kicked me in the face and just kept kicking me over and over and over again while repeatedly punching my face. Eventually, I was curled up in a pool of my own blood while everyone just stood there and laughed. I just hoped that some day, something would come to me and help me get rid of all the bad people in the world and luckily for me, that day was today.
After it was all over, I managed to get back up on my feet with the help of a student. His name was Light and unlike the others, he was actually kind to me. I felt safe when he was there. It might be partly because his dad is a cop, but it could also just be because he's so friendly; he wouldn't even hurt a fly. After he made sure I was ok, we went our separate ways and as I walked out, I noticed a black notebook laying on the ground so, with curiosity, I picked it up, looked at it and put it in my bag. You're probably thinking, "why I would just take a book like that?" But the reason is that I noticed it said "Death Note" on the cover. I mean, it didn't even have anything in it anyway, so what was the big deal?
Two hours later and I was back home. There wasn't much communication with me and my family. My dad moved into a separate building due to drinking problems, and my sister was always practising on the piano. So when I got back, not a single one of them noticed me or my injuries. I can't blame them for not noticing me, I mean as soon as I got home, I just went straight up in my room, locked the door, jumped into my bed and cried on my pillow. At this point my little sister Karin knocked on my door asking me if I was ok; she must have heard me crying. I sat up and shouted out.
"Leave me Alone!" I know she was only trying to help but if she came in and saw the bloody knife on my bedside, I don't know what I would do. After I heard her bedroom door close and the piano start playing again, I laid back and closed my eyes. In a way, the piano made me feel so calm and helped me forget about what happened that day; Karin was really getting quite good. I guess she really did help.
Just as I was dosing off, I suddenly remembered about the note book. But that could wait until morning, which was luckily a Saturday (thank god), maybe I could check it out then.
Until then, sleep would be great.