When I was just a baby, my mother left me at an orphanage called Wammy's House. She was drunk, had sex with a guy, didn't know what to do with me, and now here I am. At Wammy's house, where I was raised in good hands, and learned in the best learning environment possible.

Here, at Wammy's, there are two children known to be L's successors. They were called, Mello, and Near. Mello had shoulder length, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was at a height of 5'6" and he wore black leather, and ate a lot of chocolate. In fact, he was always eating a chocolate bar. He also hung out with a boy called, Matt, who was always playing on his DS. He was at the age of fourteen. Near had a white hair and grey eyes. He was at a height of 5' and wore white pajamas. He was always playing with toys. I thought it was cute, though. He was at the age of thirteen. I also noticed that he was always alone. I pitied him, and everytime I tried to talk to him, he would always claim he wanted to be alone, or that he was busy. I didn't mind, though. I was used to it. I may have had a lot of friends at Wammy's, but they always shoved me off when I was no longer needed. It made me feel rather, lonely.

I was always called, strange, weird, albino, and at the odd time, I would be called pretty. That was very rare, though. I had long white hair and red eyes. I was at the height of 5'3" and I wore a lot of black or dark forest green clothing. I loved the two colours. I was at the age of thirteen. I had been born in Canada, making me Canadian, though my mother had flown into England, and left me at the front doors of Wammy's. Since my mother had been drunk when she got pregnant with me, some of the boys called me a drunk baby. Mainly Mello. He was the worst when it came to calling names. Even though, I have done nothing wrong to him, he insists on calling me name. Though, he pays more attention to Near, and get's quite angry when it comes to Near getting a higher test score than him. He was always second to Near, and always wanted to be first. His main goal was to beat Near, and on the sidelines, it seems that he enjoyed hurting me verbally. Every night, he would make it a routine to call me an albino drunk baby, right before I retired for the evening. The words hurt, and as I would tuck myself into bed, I would silently cry myself to sleep.

However, when L and Malli came to visit, everyone seemed to be more interested in them, than they are me. I was quite relieved, though I felt lonely. I seemed to be invisible to everyone, which made me a little sad, but i was relieved that no one called me names or used me.

I watched as L got out of his seat, got down on one knee, and proposed to Malli. I smiled as Malli said yes, but I was also sad. I wished I had someone to love and hold me. I wished I wasn't alone or lonely. I wished I could just run away and never come back. That's when it hit me. I could run away! Although I love being here, at Wammy's, despite the bullying, I still loved it, but I just had to get out. I needed to get out. After dinner, I planned my escape, deciding it would be best to leave in late evening, after everyone was asleep. I also decided it would be best to leave while L and Malli were here, seeing as how no one would notice, as they were far more interested in them.

I was in my room, gathering all my belongings, and filled my duffle bag. I filled my small polar bear bag with some money that I had saved up, enough to buy a plane ticket and something to eat. I hid my stash under my bed, in case someone were to come into my room. I wouldn't want to figure out what I was up to, now would I? I was already in my pajamas, which were a dark forest green, so I layed in bed, getting under the covers, and waited for everyone to be in bed.

I opened my eyes in a rush. I must have fallen asleep. I ran to my bedroom door, and opened it just a crack. It was dark in the hallways, everyone is asleep. I quietly walked over to my bed, pulled my stash from under my bed and slipped on my jacket, that I had left on the hook of my bed, so I could grab it quickly. I tied my hair into a bun and pulled the large hood over my head, making a shadow over my eyes. I quietly slipped out the bedroom, with my stash slung over my shoulder, closing the door behind me quietly. I shuffled down the hallway and down the stairs, over to the front door. I was about to open it and make my escape, when a hand grabbed my shoulder, stopping me from reaching my wonderland.

"December?" I heard Near's voice speak. "Where are you going?"

I turned around to face him. "Somewhere that's not here." I whispered. "What are you… You knew I was going to leave, didn't you."

"I figured you might." Near said, bluntly. "I came here to stop you."

"Why?" I took a step back. "No one seems to like me. You even push me away, though I understand. You being busy and all."

"I won't be able to convince you, will I?" Near countered. I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes, though he seemed to try to hide it. One thing you'll learn about me is I can tell what people are feeling, no matter how hard they try to hide their emotions. I can also tell why they feel the way they do, and see the music notes of their emotions. I have learned many instruments including the piano, guitar, violin, flute, and the ocarina, and each emotion or reason for emotions have a instrument to go with it. I was told my ability to see emotions and their notes was rare, so I requested music lessons. I thought it would be cool to be able to play music to what someone was feeling. "Will I?" Near repeated, breaking me from my thoughts.

"No." I said sadly. "You won't."

Near sighed and gripped both of my shoulders. I leaned down to his height, so it won't be as awkward. "It was worth a try." He said as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in a hug. I smiled a little, and hugged him back. "I'll miss you." He said, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I knew Near had observed me before, while he was playing with his toys. I didn't mind. I found him adorable, like a little brother looking out for his sister. I thought it was cute, as children who don't know him would find it creepy.

"I'll miss you, too." I said just before pulling back, just enough to give him a kiss on the forehead. I smiled as his cheeks flushed to a light pink in embarrassment, barely noticeable. "I'll tell you what. How about once a month or so, I'll write to you. Even send you a gift!"

Near smiled and nodded. He wrapped his arms around my neck, giving me one last hug, as I returned it. I gave him one last kiss on the cheek, just as I pulled away to open the door.

"You're like a sister to me, you know that right?" Near smiled sadly.

"Yeah." I said, giving him a sad smile and patting his head. "And you're a brother to me."

He handed me his toy robot that he always carried around with him. "I want you to have it." He mumbled. "To remember me." I smiled and took it from him.

"I'll take good care of it." I said, putting into my polar bear bag, and put it over my shoulder once again. "I'll always remember you. Now go get some sleep. I'll write as soon as I settle down somewhere. Someplace safe."

"Goodbye, December."

"Goodbye. Near."