Hey! :D
So this is my first story I have published somewhere, don't get mad if it's crappy :s
It might seem a little slow at first...but it picks up, I promise!
So...do I have to do one of those disclaimer things? Sadly, I do not own Death Note...
On to the story! *WOOT* :D
*Japan*
She stood alone; separate from everyone in body and mind.
Wrapped in black, her thoughts turning black too. Flashbacks, whenever she laid eyes upon someone or something in the room. Her father's smile, her sister's laugh, her mother's embrace. All nothing but a distant memory of a happy family. Her mother was a gray expanse of stone, unyielding, unchanging. And yet in these few moments it took, she put on her mask.
'Yes, I'm fine, we're coping. It was a terrible tragedy, but we still have each other, right?' She would say with a small smile and a fake laugh. But her eyes were hollow, already calculating how many more times she has to do the routine before she can go home and lock herself in her room and drown her sorrow in alcohol. Her little sister, once a beacon of happiness and joy to everyone who knew her, now is as silent as the grave, and just as cold.
She knows what her mother is doing, and yet she is powerless. So she shuts out everything, wraps herself in a cocoon of memories. Happy memories. At just 6 years old, her sister has already broken through to the other side of life. The side parents don't want their kids to see. She has discarded the shiny toys and pretty clothes and seen into the pain, the raw misery of the real world. It scared her. So she became mute and deaf to the world. She didn't want to know what was happening. Her mind refused to go there. Her sister was stuck with the job of feeding her, washing her, taking her to school, because she wouldn't do the simplest of things for herself. She became catatonic.
Her sister was forced into the role of parent at barely 17. She was single-handedly running the household now, with two after school jobs and one before. She barely got any sleep, but she became used to it. She had learned not to rely on anyone but herself, because in the end, everyone lets you down. That was why she had built walls for herself in the following weeks after her dad's death.
She blinked, recalling how she got called out of school to go see her mother. Her sister was already at home with her mother. They both looked terrible, eyes red and puffy, tear tracks down their cheeks, her sister blowing her nose. Not realizing why, she asked her mother what happened.
'It's...your father...he-' she choked off, unable to finish. The room swam around her mother's face as the words registered in her brain.
'Well, he's...alright, isn't he?' She asked, confused. 'I mean, we can go see him in the hospital, right?...' Her mother just sobbed harder. The realization hit her like an actually fist and she sat down abruptly. Her father...dead? But why? He was healthy, active, never did drugs or drank; he had no criminal record, and had no enemies!
'You're lying!' She screamed at her mother, tears refusing to fall. 'You're lying; this is all some big joke! He's not dead!' She got up and ran out of the front door, feet pounding the ground. Her tears came now, flowing fast down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. Neighbors asked if she was alright, but the world was blurred, meaningless, as she ran as if she could still save her dad. Finally her legs could run no longer and she tripped and sprawled into the dirt, coughing, tears still dripping down her face.
She turned and retched into nearby bushes, heaving until her stomach felt like it was inside her throat. Then she just lay on her back, numb and dizzy until night fell.
