What did I really get out of this? What did I accomplish? I thought I could mold the world into the divine heaven I always imagined it to be, but here I am now, bleeding to death.
Were all those peoples' deaths for nothing? If I die, I cannot be god of my new world, so in the end, was all this pointless?
From the moment my hands touched the Death Note and I discovered it held a truly horrific and terrifying power, I knew my life wouldn't be the same once I allowed my demise to succumb to the raw ability it gave me.
But my dreams and ambitions of making a righteous world flow away from me, just as my blood does from the several bullet wounds inflicted through out my body. That stupid Death Note, cursing me with my obsession to be God. . .
No, I wasn't God.
I was Kira.
But in the end, it doesn't even matter. I was still a murderer, no matter who I thought I was. Kira, God. All the same to me. Hell, I probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me being the God of Earth and God of Candyland. I screwed up. Somewhere through the process, I made some sort of mistake.
No, the only mistake I made was not trusting my gut instinct and ignoring the Death Note.
But then, what if someone else found it?
In the end, it wouldn't have mattered. People would be dying left and right, but I was the only one who knew how to pass righteous judgment. I would know how to make criminals pay!!
. . .
But I guess. . . in the end. . . it doesn't even matter.
I fell.
And I lost it all. . .
And now, as this crimson river continues to gush from me, I feel everything drain from me. Life, hate, love. . . it's all gone.
But in the end, I guess. . . it doesn't even matter.
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AK: This fanfic was inspired by the song In the End by Linkin Park, which I don't own, nor Death Note. Just my crazy fantasies.
Anyways, kinda short, and maybe a little lacking since I haven't read the entire series, but be honest (not mean.) Was it good?