Not today… no, no indentation today… hope I can't believe that's something I really needed to have in my life, exactly… How long till they take that away, too? I've seen websites, where you can't use indents, no matter how hard you try, so… what's the point? Are we supposed to think you aren't going to disappear all the books that use it, too? Maybe you'll have someone else invent indentation later, to make the whole world bow down to the great wisdom of the 27th century, or whatever other dribble.
for starters, I guess the rest of my life doesn't make any more sense than this stuff, does. I used to like looking at the different gothic lolita costumes people would wear, girls especially, and I sort of got into that style of art, you know, crosses and apples and shadows and black roses and red roses and all that trippy stuff that says, hey, I might be bad, but check again, because this apple isn't poison, no, no, red apples are never poisoned, are they?
broken down paradigms aren't much fun, apparently. I can't talk to any of my friends about any of this bullshit, either, or what I wanted to be friends, at some point, if they pulled their heads out of their asses. even my little sister doesn't want to talk to me about anything interesting, but then, I haven't exactly played the fun big brother, these past few years.
do they really expect me to believe the roman catholics didn't just take credit for all this gothic imagery and art, like they did for everybody else? this is so pointlessly stupid; I think I remember someone hearing from my own mouth, that Pluto was discovered by a greek. Pluto, by the way, the name the romans used only after they conquered them. So I'm guessing pluto might have been a thing, too, before Rome's holy era, and nothing ever cool actually came from christian music, so I know all the hardcore, scary gothic music from ancient times, supposed be, had to be from somebody else, too.
likely more than ever this before, this one I set in life before, this one I set to hope and love and see and want to know for, for all my life I lived before, this one is gone away, before, so set in more in life before I could never shelter hell here….
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Light? Did you want to answer this, for us, please?"
ˆˇˆˇˆˇIs she serious? "Of course," I bitched. "Set in forth that they came before, and all the darkness was awry, lost in that of what they were, for theirs was not to live or learn, theirs was but to do or die."
ˆˇˆˇˆˇWhile she was figuring out what the hell I had just read out loud, I was packing up my bag, and was disappearing out the classroom door before she could really even figure on how bad I'd just fucked her classroom up, for her.
More or less, I didn't doubt that I'd seen something fall from the roof, and it didn't look big, so I thought it might be a book, and when black books fall from the sky, I get a little sentimental, and pick them up like I don't know where they came from. I even act like I might not want them, too.
"This doesn't make…" I wasn't not gunna say 'sense' but the book wasn't arguing with me, so… it seemed pointless to say it by myself. How long have I been like this?
ˆˇˆˇˆˇD•E•A•T•H N•O•T•E, was all it said on the black cover, in some kind of rad looking font. The only bullet I looked at in detail was the first one, and I wasn't sure what to say, about any of it. Could this be real?
I. Death shall come to the human whose name appears in this note
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMore that I could see it this way, I wasn't sure how to exactly think about something like this. Death shall come… what does human mean, anyway? Does the name, just… I found myself with the book out again, on my way walking home, looking at the first page, which, by the way, was a thick sort of thing that didn't seem to have room in the book, but was there anyway.

I. Death shall come to the human whose name appears in this note
II. Death will stay his Hand, some say, to those whose faces stay unknown to him yet still.
I didn't really, want to not read the next part, but, I sort of, closed the book up, when I read it, like, like I was going to be caught, for something. This is totally insane. How could I really be this afraid of something like this?
you have to know his face… how is that even possible? What is a face, anyway? Looking out, I sort of, witnessed what people looked like, and I figured, if you had a mask on, I wouldn't know… but what about that V for Vendetta character? Didn't he identify as the mask he wore, and not the flesh underneath?
No,… not exactly, I realized. I was reaching. There's something else, to this, and by the time I read the third bullet on the page, I was starting to freak out about how impossible it felt to even look at more than one sentence at a time on this damn thing.
I. Death shall come to the human whose name appears in this note
II. Death will stay his Hand, some say, to those whose faces stay unknown to him yet still.
III. Next to your victim's name, write the cause of death; see what happens, it might just come true, you know, be quick about it though, they die so easily, these days
How could this be happening to me? I kept getting scared someone was going to catch me reading the dang thing, right there outside my house, for fuck's sake. "Damnit, Mom, are you serious?" I fished out the test scores she had her hands out for, right at the damn door, for fuck's sake. Get a life, woman, and leave my end alone, forrit.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"Here, tell yourself you're a wonderful mother," I said to her, in English, so she didn't really know what I said in sarcasm, and hurried upstairs, away from her stupid anime level gasps at how pleased she was that, OH! Light can take tests so good! How wonderful!
I thought about the spelling of my mom's name, when I sat down in my office chair, at my desk, after locking my door, and pushed the thought from my mind, right away.
The book wasn't still in my bag, or anything, it was right in front of me, and I couldn't figure on how to look at it, right, without returning to the first page, written in white over black paper, again, to see the How To Use, bullet;
I. Death shall come to the human whose name appears in this note
II. Death will stay his Hand, some say, to those whose faces stay unknown to him yet still.
III. Next to your victim's name, write the cause of death; see what happens, it might just come true, you know, be quick about it though, they die so easily, these days
IV. If you're slow about it, or boring, some say, they'll die all the same, in the swiftest of motions available
That wasn't so strange. Could this really be what's been happening to people, lately? No way, asshole, this is a stupid joke, or something. Not really, a stupid thing to say, unless you haven't actually tried the notebook…
ˆˇˆˇˆˇI didn't know who I'd actually risk dying, so I flipped on the news, and sort of, got sick, because there it was, right away; the same story going on for two days now; a hostage crisis with some psycho ex principal, holding a bunch of kids up in a school.
They weren't showing his picture, up on the website, when I tried to look up his name, so I didn't really know what to say, about it. I just, kept watching, and kept getting angrier at how stupid I felt, thinking this was all it was going to take, to make a difference, because hell, who doesn't believe the news they watch, right?
I blinked. No way. They were showing his picture. Is this real? I couldn't quite… get my pen out, fast enough, to start before it went away, but there it was, in my mind's eyes, but… I couldn't stop to read the other bullet on the page, when I saw it, or I'd forget the name, I thought…
I. Death shall come to the human whose name appears in this note
II. Death will stay his Hand, some say, to those whose faces stay unknown to him yet still.
III. Next to your victim's name, write the cause of death; see what happens, it might just come true, you know, be quick about it though, they die so easily, these days
IV. If you're slow about it, or boring, some say, they'll die all the same, in the swiftest of motions available
V. How quickly can you imagine what he's done?
Okay… THAT wasn't about to stop fucking with my head. Can I actually write out the details of this thing, before I write the name out? No time like the present, I figured on…
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"I can't take this anymore," he shouted from the rooftop of the school, after scribbling his knife down through the home plate, he set out from home and made sure he'd leave the others the rest alive, and shot himself in the head, in front of all the cameras, outside, from the window, or the roof, some sayit…
I went back to where I'd left the indent, and scribbled the name while I thought about the picture I'd seen of him. Kurou Otoharada
ˆˇˆˇˆˇNothing really happened, for a while. I wasn't really sure how to live my life, anymore, if this thing wasn't going to work, right. Could they really be this insane? Giving this guy this much attention for something so… no way…
The people on the news crews were freaking out, because the asshole was running for home plate, way the hell out in the baseball field. The sniper took him in the head, right there on camera, and he buckled and fell, then… fuck! he got back up, and kept running. This is so fucking insane.
His knife came right down into home plate, and he took off again, flailing his arms and bleeding everywhere from his head wound. Is this my life, right now? The cameras weren't cutting out… this was a helicopter, right? It had to be… this couldn't really be…
They didn't not shoot him more, too, and he wasn't dropping. He had his gun, still, and I didn't know how… He was… jesus, they didn't bar the school up when he'd taken off into the yard..?
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"This can't be real… Mom! Mom, come and see this!" I called out. Sayu!" I called to my sister, then closed up the deathnote and slipped it back into my shoulder bag. My sister opened my door and hey eyes went wide, when she saw some guy riddled with bullets breaking out onto the roof of the school, on television.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇ"No fucking way!" she gasped, watching in horror, trying to recall just what the hell this broadcast was about.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇHe shouted something, and the cameras didn't pick it up, or didn't broadcast, and I watched him take the handgun up to his temple, pull the trigger, and drop dead on the roof of the school.
ˆˇˆˇˆˇHow fast can you die, if this thing doesn't take any chances?