Effy

Two weeks ago my school finished for the summer holidays. This meant I had six weeks to waste doing nothing since there was no transport around my village, my mum's on holiday and my one and only friend had to set time to equally see me and her 300 other facebook friends.

As mentioned, my mum decided to go on holiday for the majority of my time off school, big surprise there. I wasn't exactly the greatest of company even on a good day. She went to Mexico, looking for an escape from all the memories our house brings I guess. Did I mention my dad died? I figured my mum's made up for the loneliness by going out to clubs and trying to make herself wanted by all willing guys within a 10 metre radius. Either that or she's a great, big slut, which isn't the case.

I'm not exactly happy that she chose to sleep with random guys in the wake of my father's death, but I'm a lot happier about her decision than mine.

I became emotionless. Dead to the world.

I never smiled, showed enthusiasm, wanted to do anything. I did what others told me to do because I wouldn't have acted otherwise; I would just have just sat on the spot looking at nothing, feeling nothing, doing nothing. It's not as if I wanted to become this numb towards everything, I just did, more of a defence mechanism than anything, or so I have repeated to myself enough to believe. I've never gone to see anyone about this; my mum just gave me her anti-depressants and hoped that I would give in to their power.

I was really close to my dad, you see; he was the one I always talked to, always looked forward to seeing at the end of the week when he didn't need to work anymore. When he died, I admit I couldn't take the pain, and so I locked away my feelings so I couldn't feel it anymore.

I haven't really bothered about my appearance since thenr. I now wear the first items of clothing that I find, normally plain t-shirts and jeans, unless my mum bothers to tell me to wear something else; even when these rare moments occur, I still look just as plain as the day before. My hair's a dull reddish-brown colour, I got that from my mum, it was shoulder length and chopped but it's now grown out to the middle of my back with no style or shape, just a wavy mess; I should probably get it trimmed, but hell, what would be the point? S'not as if anyone would notice anyway. My eyes, dark brown, as told by many are my father's eyes. Not as if I needed a bigger them to remind me even more that he wasn't around.

Every day since the beginning of the holidays I had nothing to do, so of course I did nothing with myself but be a couch potato and watch TV.

Two days in, after my mum went to Mexico, was no different. I sat around, occupying myself with housework and taking care of the dog. 5pm, and I found myself watching another replayed episode of Friends. I didn't find many of the jokes amusing but I think I could have quoted the whole episode off by heart if I was to bother; it gets repeated too many times on the same channel for my liking. Ten minutes into the second episode and I fell asleep.

A cold wind flew past me from my right hand side but I didn't want to turn and see, a familiar feeling crept over my skin causing my arm hair to rise in awareness to the situation. "What's going on?" I yelled, feeling my voice crack with fear. I couldn't see anything, and it scared me, where was I? There was no pressure on my eyes, so I knew I wasn't blindfolded. I normally have the same recurring nightmare, but it is now, for some reason, changing into something completely different? Nothing new has happened, I haven't thought of anything different. What is going on?

"As if you don't know" a deep, echoing voice called from the darkness.

Where is that coming from? "Who are you?"I asked. I just noticed my voice was a little higher than usual, it sounded just like when I was 5 years ol… Oh no, this is not good.

Hey, short first chapter, i know. It'll get longer as the story goes on.

It's my first fanfic so go easy on me =] Reviews would be muchly appreciated.

Disclaimer for the death note characters and stuff (Y)

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