"I cant effing sleep..." I groaned rolling over. 'Whoa, this is a big bed.' I continued rolling, farther then I should have... "BAM!" "OW! Shit!" I groaned again, sitting up, glaring down my bed for falsely being big. It was quarter to three, freezing cold in the my room, and creeped out from my posters staring at me. I was hoping to get some sleep to escape this reality that seemed to be cruel to me.
The rain continued to pour. Beating down on my lone half window. If this wasnt a story I wouldve swore that it was cliche, but it is, so i'm not gonna say anything. I had a rough day yesterday, and today wasnt going to be any better. Yesterday I got the shit kicked out of me, and I tried to defend myself, but there was five and only one of me. I had four bruised ribs, a shiner on my eye, cuts all along my arms, and my pride still intact, somewhat. I came home and barfed up stomach acid, and blood. Luckily my mom wasnt home, otherwise I would never hear the end of it.
Now don't go feeling bad for me, I dont want your pity, and I know that's kind of harsh way to put it, but I'm stronger than this. I was to let the other person throw the first punch, then I would strike. It worked, most of the time. Anyway, right dark depressing scene, go!
I sighed hauling myself on my feet, wincing as my ribs felt the stretch. *Growl...* At this hour I was hungry?! Meh, why not. I wadled down the hall, up the stairs, and into the kitchen. Hopefully there was still some ramen I could have.
I rummaged through at least six cupboards, no sign of any ramen. My stomach growled low again. It felt like it was eating at my throat. I tore open the fridge, drool threatening to drop. If there was a choir in my house, they wouldve been singing. I snatched up the container of seafood pasta, tearing into it, using the closest utensil I could reach. I ended up eating my pasta with a butter knife. I'm that skilled.
Suddenly the TV turned on, blarring out fuz. I dropped my food, spraying all over the floor. The screeching was too much for my ears. It felt like they were gonna give out. Then it switched to the news. I gasped, trying to bring in air. I collapsed on the floor, my ribs felt like they just burst. The Newsreporter rambled on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, which from her perspective, nothing was.
"Breaking News! KIRA has struck again, killing three criminals one after the other. Two of which were on their last years of being in prison, the other about to leave." KIRA was the talk of the world now. In short I didn't agree too much with the whole killing criminals, but in a way it was justice. Living in Japan, and so close to where the first killings started, its a little unsettling.
If we left we wouldve left dad behind.
Dad did nothing wrong, he was framed, but mom refuses to believe that. She believes that he killed that gay couple. And if you knew my dad, then you would know that he would never commit a crime like that. My uncle was gay, and my dad and him got along extremely well. I loved my dad. I wanted him back. I missed watching horror movies with him, fishing, jamming to music, and just having him comfort me when I had rough days.
Personally I thought my mom didnt like my dad, and I'm sure that she didnt. There was only one reason why she stayed. Gold digger. We weren't very rich, but my dad made a reasonable salary. Another reason she stayed, was because I refused to leave. I was old enough to live on my own, but she only stayed to get a chunk out of my pay check.
Suddenly the TV froze, and played back.
"KIRA," It froze again, then played back, "KIRA, KIRA, KIRA, KIRA." I was really weirded out. I loud roar of thunder caused me to duck down holding my head between my legs. "KIRA, KIRA, KIRA, KIRA!" I ran down the stairs, stumbling a bit, but managed to throw myself out the door. SMACK! I held the back of my head. Throbbing with intense pain. I had no clue what hit me, but it was solid, and hurt like hell.
"What in the...?" I glanced up. Staring it down. Just fell out of the sky. I almost cried out, but I didn't know if I was happy, or scared. It really existed. I reached out to it, but hesitated. If it really was real, then did that mean... KIRA was real? I shuddered, but scooped it up carrying it straight down into my room. Kicking the door shut, staring down the black bound book.
DEATHNOTE
I ran my hand across the title. It really did exist. I curled up into a ball on the middle of my bed in the corner of my room. I held it in my hands, completely mortified by holding it in my hands. If I had it, then what did KIRA have at the moment? I heard rumors, but didnt believe them. How could you believe that writing someone's name down on a piece of paper would kill them. Only one way to find out. I peeled it open cautiously. I reached for a pen on my end table. Here goes nothing. Or someone.
Mika Shuzin
Now I had to wait and see what happened. I felt scared to death of what I just did, but being scared of a notebook? Thats ridiculous. But I couldnt help but feel as if I was... Holding Power.
Alright so this was some idea I came up with. And if your wondering how she knows that Light uses the DeathNote, she's kind of connected to the Japanese Police Task Force. Which you'll find out how later. Oh these names that she writes down in the Note Book, are just completely made up, I looked around my room and put words together. Review/Favorite/Follow if you enjoyed! If you want more, just Review! :D