Characters: Near, BB, Matt, Mello, OC, (L will appear in the later chapters) // BBxNear, slight BBxL, and slight OCxNear (all one sided of course)
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, so please forgive me if it isn't the best. I wrote this out of boredom but I decided to just post it up for the heck of it. I hope those of you who do choose to read it, will enjoy it. Warning: This story contains rape, blood, torture, violence/death, angst, and strong language!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, unfortunately. *Sigh* Death Note belongs to their respective creators. However, Peril (my OC) obviously belongs to me.
PROLOGUE
Have you ever once in your life felt like you were living in some type of never ending dreamland, or mirrored reality of some sort? I am able to say with a one hundred percent certainty that I have experienced such a thing. Sometimes, I would go about living daily my life not even knowing my own actions. Instead, it would feel like some sick delusions my mind made up just in order for me to keep my sanity... or insanity as some would say. In certain cases, a person may never know until it's too late. As you know, everyone is able to easily dream about anything and everything, whether it be about the future, a secret love, or in my case, something so far out of reach it would be considered impossible to many, and to be perfectly honest, that is sometimes the major factor that is able to keep a sole person happy.
Although with dreams comes sacrifices as well, wouldn't you agree? If you dream for too long, you become more and more detached from the world, and slowly you destroy yourself without even knowing. It's a small sacrifice, no? Being able to dream forever at the cost of losing your grasp of your own life, it sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? Think again.
My name is Peril, and this is the story about my life. No, it isn't a heartwarming story filled with laughter and butterflies, but it is actually quite the opposite. I would surely be able to tell you how this story won't be able to "touch your heart", and it isn't exactly inspirational or moving in anyway whatsoever. I also wouldn't say that this story has any "morals" to it either. Perhaps I'm just sharing this with you to open your eyes to the big picture. Not even I'm too sure for that matter. Actually, I really have no memory of my childhood, but from what I've heard, I was raised by a single mother and had two sisters. According to a man named Roger, I lost all my memory after a traumatic incident that happened many years ago.
It's funny hearing such a thing, not only for me, but I'm sure any human being would be especially skeptical to believe such a thing especially if they aren't able to remember it. And no emotions of curiosity, pain, or fear filled my mind. That shouldn't be considered irrational, or even sinful of me to do such a thing. Why would you drive yourself insane trying to uncover the truth, when it is better to just leave it be, especially if it is something that's better left forgotten. I understand that it's human nature to be interested in issues related to or concerning themselves, but the first question is why would someone even want to remember such a horrible event?
...I suppose going on like this really isn't getting us anywhere, so I'll stop it at here.
As far as my appearance goes for those who care, I have long midnight black hair that runs a little below my waist, which is accompanied by side bangs. I have dark eyes to match, although my skin complexion is fairly pale, in contrast to my hair and my eyes. I stand at five feet three, and weigh approximately ninety eight pounds. Because of my thin body frame, I could almost be considered "sickly" looking for those who did not fully know me. My attire was rather common though. It consisted of nothing but a gray short-sleeved shirt with a white sweater over it, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers.
Anyway, I was first brought to an orphanage also known as the "Wammy's House" when I was eight years old, and have been staying there ever since. It's an orphanage for intellectually gifted children from all over the world, and they're raised in order to succeed a man known as "L". That was another unreachable goal, at least for me. Well, I won't give too much away. I'm sure you will slowly begin to understand as time goes on. The memories we all carry with us will continue to remain with us forever no matter if it's good or bad, and that's just the thing. They are just memories, and that's all they will ever be. Despite that being the case, some memories may leave scars and haunt us forever, and may even possibly drive us over the edge to insanity.
A life of pain, blood, tears, betrayal, angst, and the list goes on. Not exactly a life one would be proud to live, correct? Well, that's just the beginning of what's to come.
A/N: This first chapter was sort of short, since it was just a prologue. ^^;; And in the next chapter, it switches from first-person to third-person, so it will no longer be in Peril's POV. Please review if you wish~!