DISCLAIMER!
L POV
Lies.
Everything about me.
Lies.
I close my eyes, and think over my past.
Hate.
Abuse.
Horror.
Murder.
Light thinks he knows me. I chuckle to myself. All he knows is the lies I feed him and everyone else. I peel off my shirt and run a hand up my back. Raised, red, scars cover it.
I remember why I got each one. One of the worst was for eating a small cupcake when I was 12.
I had never had a cupcake before, what can I say? I was curious.
A lighter one, a simple punishment for laughing.
I've counted each scar on my back. I have 79. I roll up my pants to the knees. More scars.
17 on my legs.
79 on my back.
23 on my chest.
58 on my arms.
3 on the back of my neck.
Numbers, they help. Make everything easy.
Slpash. A little wet dot on the carpet.
Damn.
I'm crying. Tears are for the weak.
The door opens.
I don't care.
"L? Oh, my god."
I don't care.
"L? Are you ok? What's going on?"
I don't care.
Look up.
Light.
"Talk to me, L, please." He's begging.
I open my mouth. No sound comes out.
"Where did you get those? It's like you were whipped." He says.
Correct.
"Whipped."" My voice echoes. I stand up.
I walk to the closet. Open the black trunk.
Pull out the belt, blood still cakef on it. From it's last use. When I was 15, before I ran away.
"What...who..." Light mutters.
"Lies." I whisper.
"Everything about me is a lie." I say, voice stronger.
"You don't know me. " I continue.
"I was physically abused until I was 15, when I ran away. This is my blood. From my last whipping. From my last night alive. Part of me died the day I left that house. I'm a living, breathing, corpse."
Light's shocked.
"L, I'm so..."
I hold up a hand.
"I don't want sympathy."
Light hugs me.
"If you want to talk, I'm here." He says and lets go as he begins to walk away.
"Light?" I ask.
He turns.
I spend the next hour and a half pouring out my soul to him. Erasing the lies.
"L?" He asks. I look up, tears still drying on my cheeks.
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?" Light asks.
As a response, I lean forward and touch my lips to his.