first story on fan fiction...
disclamer: no smartie i dont own L (well i do in my twised mind) yadda yadda yadda deathnote isnt mine blah blah blah... anyways...
Boredom; It's tapping on my skull, trying to make me forget the heart-wrenching pain of the past. It matters not if I sit in darkness or light, I sit blank eyes wide, wishing to erase the painful memories. I want to sleep, so bad. I want to hide forever in non-reality, if that's what it takes. But I am cursed, with insomnia. Every time I close my eyes, flashes of horrific images fill my head. And so, I sit, unblinking, nearly drowning in boredom. My unkempt hair is all over the place, in my face, I wish I cared enough to fix it. Instead I ignore it, let it cover my dark-rimmed, mysterious eyes. All I see now is the blackness of my raven-like hair. But black reminds me of death, which I prefer not to think to deeply about.
Boredom; it's knocking on my head. I do not answer. Alternatively, I look at my hands; they are pale, even against the faded pair of jeans that they lie on top of. Pure instinct allows me to reach over and grab a sugar cube. Precariously, between my index finger and thumb, it would seem as if it were about to fall; it doesn't. I pop it in my mouth, I can't sleep anyways. I crunch on the cube loudly, to distract my brain but soon, much too soon, I face the silence again. I cannot put it off much longer. I close my eyes and accept my fate.
People, or dare I say victims? They stare at me, with cold hard and sad eyes; not unlike my own. They seem to say…"you could've prevented this! I would still be alive if you had been faster. Certainly the world's best detective could have figured out the puzzle sooner!" I'm sorry! I want to shout back, I'm so sorry.
Something hot and wet slips down my cheek. A tear. First one, than another silently drip off my chin. It hasn't been this bad in a while. Despite what people think, I do have emotions. I am capable of feeling pain. I am simply better at hiding it all under a blank, un-surprised mask than everyone else. For now, I let my tears have free reign. I must have overdone hiding all of this because it's a while before they slow. When they fall no more, I gently wipe my cheeks with my white shirt sleeve.
I look at the clock; could it genuinely have been hours? Yes, I realize with dismay, it could and it had been. I slowly take to my feet, and try to relax my stiff muscles. I retain an unusual way of sitting; my legs tucked beneath my body and my hands rest on my knees, the reason is such that if I fail to sit in this peculiar way, my deductive reasoning abilities decrease by nearly 40%. I straighten out my back and a few vertebrae pop, I stretch a moment and then return to my natural posture; my back hunched from the invisible weight of my regrets as well as my hands, frantically searching my pockets for sweets. Success. I place a strawberry candy between my lips and head for the nearest laptop, cracking my knuckles along the way. To cheer myself up I put Misa Misa's new single on and I am about to start singing along when I remember that standard people are sleeping. I turn the volume to low and get to work. I am curious to see how many cases I can solve before sunrise. After all, the world's greatest detective has a lot of work to do.
I kick boredom out of my head but spring up, startled. I almost forgot my bowl of sugar cubes! I can't survive without them. I seize them at once and swiftly return to the laptop. When I see the seemingly never-ending list of cases I mutter to myself in my usual monotone, "Well L, you've got a great deal of work to do."
review? anyone? plz? i know depressing. dont hate...