Final Act
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Death Note characters. That's why it's called fanfiction. I make no profit from this story.
I have memories of a magazine dated six years before now, promoting a television show starring yours truly. The "me" in the magazine looks so young, like a child.
I guess I was childlike in both the way I looked, and the way I acted.
Even years later, when I should have grown up, I remained in the same - in the shell of a little girl.
I clung, childlike, to Light, as though he was the only thing holding me to this world. But that was the truth, in a sense. Light – Kira – he had been my reason for staying in this world. Ultimately (ironically), he would also be my reason for leaving it.
It's sad, but at the same time, beautiful I think. I want to follow him, like I always said I would. Because I promised him I would. And I won't – I can't – break any promise I made to Light.
God, was I always such a child? Always needing someone to follow, someone to give me reassurance of my own worth (will I be worthy now Light, everyone?)?
Looking back, I'm wondering if that was all anyone ever saw me as. As a little girl who just got in the way, who was of no real use to anyone, but desperately wanted to be (will everything be alright now, Light?).
I'm finally seeing myself as others surely saw me. I'm seeing the girl that I am (that I was) for the first time. She's standing on the edge of a building, broken and abandoned and tired of being alone. The same way she's been for years, without realizing it (am I so pathetic?).
It's only now I see her cruel reality, even though I've been her all my life.
And I watch her fall.
Author's Notes – Ok, I'm not expecting too much feedback but it would be nice to get some. It's been a long time since I wrote anything. Like, almost three years. Anyway, I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while, but any time I tried to actually write it down it came out all wrong. So I was at work today, having my morning coffee and suddenly the story started writing itself in my head. Still not very good, because I forgot some of the good stuff by the time I got home. Review if you want.