Near's Inner Agony
I have always felt alone. I have always been so different than everybody else. All the other kids always make fun of me; because I have such sliver-ish white hair when I am only fourteen. Because I still play with my toys. Because I am supposed to take L's place eventually, even though all the other kids are desperate and wish I did not exist, just so they can be his successor. They all hated me. Especially Mello. He was the second smartest kid in the whole orphanage, and the only thing standing in the way is me.
He is main one who picks on me; he constantly is threatening me, and beating me, upon other things. I remember one time when I was making a small robot out of wood and painting it to look like Optimums Prime. Mello walked in and saw what I was doing, though I tried my best to hide it, called me a faggot for doing such things, and started to break off pieces of the wood as though it were cardboard. I had been working on that for two months, and I had become attached to it, since my toys are the only real friends I had ever had. (They do not judge you for anything. They will always be there for you, no matter what happens. And they couldn't betray you, ever.) I couldn't help but let my emotions overwhelm me as I shed a single tear.
Mello noticed and laughed at me very hard. "Oh my God, he's actually crying! What a pussy! Just because I broke you gay-ass robot? You really are a faggot!" he laughed for a couple more minutes while I slowly sulked towards the door. Other people had heard and saw what was going on, and they refused to let me through. They pushed me back into the room, and Mello got on top of me, straddling me. He punched me in the face several times, till my nose bled. I never said anything about it.
I want to tell someone desperately, since maybe then the torture would stop. But I know he would find out easily and punish me for it. Then I met this one girl, named was Rose, who came from America after her parents died in a car crash. Her hair was a very light yellow, a little like mine, except she was still clearly blonde. She had very pale skin with just a hint of rosy color, and her cheeks where much rosier. (Much like her name) She also had big, beautiful, green eyes that where such a delicate, pastel, shade of green, and it seemed like if you made eye with her contact once, they would put you into a spell.
A love spell.
When she first arrived, I felt kind of happy to have someone new who didn't know anything about me. A fresh start, if you will. I gathered up all my courage to go up to her and welcome her to the orphanage. As soon as I was able to take a step or two forward, Mello came from her side, put his arm around her shoulder, and started to welcome her. I felt very sick for quite a while, and then in one of my classes, I sat next to her. We were supposed to have partners for the given math assignment. She looked around a little, as though very nervous and anxious. She clearly was very shy about asking for a partner.
I tapped her shoulder and asked if she would appeal to working with me. She smiled and said "Sure thing, Sweetie!". She had a slight cowboy accent that was actually kind of arousing. I couldn't help but blush a faint red; no girl had ever said anything positive to me before. We exchanged names, and giggled when I told her mine. "That's an interesting name! Do you have a brother named Close?" we laughed a little, and started to work on the project.
She was extremely nice to me. No one had ever been so nice to me before. I felt like I was going to actually make my first friend. After all my classes were over, I headed up to my room and started to write in my private journal. It was the only thing I had that no one else knew about, the only thing that was truly mine; Only mine. It was over-flowing with my feelings and secrets, and I tried desperately to keep this one shred of my life private. For about a half-an-hour, the only thing I was writing about was Rose. About how she treated me, how nice she was to me, how she actually seemed to like me.
About how much I liked her.
But I was so caught up in writing about my precious Rose I didn't notice Mello come into my room without knockin. Rose was right behind him. "Hey, gay boy, whatcha got there? Oooo, is that a diary?" he said mockingly as he ripped it out of my hands. "No! Give it back!" I screamed. Rose laughed as he ignored me and starting reading my precious secrets. What? Did Rose not mean anything she said to me? Was it just a stupid prank? Mello's eyes widened and he grew a giant smirk as he said, very tauntingly, "Looks like faggy has a crush! I'm so sorry to tell you this Near, but Rose is a WOMAN."
He walked out of the room with the only secret thing that was truly mine.