I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE!
I never knew who my parents were. I was never told of who they were or why they didn't want me. I didn't ask questions though. I just stayed silent.
I guess you could say I was a lucky child. I was brought up in an orphanage in Winchester, England. Of course not many can say that they're lucky having spent most of their childhood in an orphanage, but it wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. I was a quite child who spent most days reading. Keeping to myself I would study all of the pages with great detail memorizing every colorful picture and every descriptive word. I realized that if I sat with my legs hugged my legs into my chest it increased my ability to do so.
The other children at the orphanage kept their distance from me. I was isolated by my fellow peers, and was fine with it. I admit I had people make fun of me, but it didn't affect me at all. I stayed in my own world solving problems in my head. I guess I didn't mind people because I knew I was on an entirely different level of intellect.
When I was about twelve a middle aged man appeared at the orphanage. I stayed in a corner reading the childish books provided by the orphanage. It never occurred to me that someone would wish to adopt me after all these years. However, I was surprised to see him walk up to me.
"Hello," He said smiling at me. When he smiled the wrinkles on his face stretched upwards. "What is your name?"
"L Lawliet," I said curiously. This was the first time anyone had taken interest in me. The other children whispered and sniggered as they watched.
"Well Lawliet, may I ask you to come speak with me?" He had blonde hair that was slowly turning white because of age. He had kind blue eyes that looked directly into my empty black ones.
He took my hand and led me out of the room. I left my book lying on the floor. As we walked we made conversation.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"People call me Quillsh Wammy," He somehow managed to keep smiling. Maybe I'm not as weird as I thought I was?
"How old are you? I mean, if you don't mind my asking. You seem a little old to be adopting a child."
Wammy laughed, "I'm 57. I know I've always wanted to adopt ever since my wife died in labor."
"I see… so you're lonely?"
"Yes," Wammy said opening the doors an office area.
"Well, why do you want to talk to me? It's not like you can adopt me," I said settling into one of the brown leather chairs hugging in my legs. He didn't seem intrigued by the way I sat!
"Why would you say that?" He said sitting in the chair across from me.
I thought for a moment, "Well, I'm not exactly normal…"
"What makes you come to that conclusion?"
"That's what everyone else says about me. I've decided to accept that, I guess."
"Do you think you're strange?" My eyes flashed wide when he asked me this. "You can't rely on the opinions of others. That's what they feel, but what matters most is how you feel. So do you think you're strange?"
I felt something wet spill from my eyes. Was I crying? My hands touched my face in some astonishing wonder. "No… No I don't feel that way at all."
"Well I don't feel that way about you at all. You're a very intellectual boy. I've noticed that after taking time to watch the other children. That's one of the reasons why I want to adopt you."
I don't know why this surprised me, but it did. I knew it was coming, but I was still surprised. I felt a sudden rush of happiness as I flew myself into Wammy's arms crying. I never thought this day would come. Everyone around me said it wouldn't and I believed them!
When I stood on my own Wammy smiled at me. He ruffled my messy, black hair. "Well, go get your things," He smiled.
I made a mad dash to my room and packed up in a hurry. I couldn't believe it! I was so happy I could hardly bare it! I was packed in less than ten minutes!
I felt an adrenaline rush as I ran outside to see Wammy standing there waiting for me. He lowered me into a shiny, black limousine. So did this mean Wammy was rich? I hadn't thought to ask him about his financial standings. It really didn't matter to me at the time. It felt freedom wash over me as I sat in the cold, leather seats.
I was adopted!