Hey, guys! So, I'm... not dead. I just haven't been feeling into it, but after watching Death Note, I feel inspired enough to write. Constructive Criticism is welcomed. Also, L will be a bit younger than he actually is, in order to make this work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

My name is Alison. I am eighteen years old, and I'm confused. I don't know what to do. I don't have a home-I have nothing. Well, it wasn't always like this.

When I was five, my father died. My mother was sad, but she tried to take care of me. She would take me to the park very often-it was the park that my father used to take me to. It was on one of those days when I met somebody. He understood me. He knew that the world wasn't always as nice as it seemed.

I was sitting on the swings, gazing at the sky, when I heard something. It was a young boy talking to an old man. I looked at them closely, examining them. The boy was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with jeans. The old man had twinkling eyes and was wearing a suit. I frowned, not knowing what to do.

Should I go up to them and become his friend? Or should I ignore them? I didn't have enough time to decide, however, because the boy soon approached me.

"Hello," he muttered.

"Hi," I said, looking up at him. I could now see that his hair was black and messy;his eyes were really dark, too. "What's your name?"

"I am L."

I frowned slightly,"Is that your real name, or is it a nickname?"

"It's my real name."

I stared at him, but didn't want to be rude, so I said,"I'm Alison."

"Alison?"

"Yup!"

That's when my mother called for me, saying that it was time to go. I pouted slightly, but waved at "L". "Will I see you soon?" I asked.

L smiled slightly,"We'll see."

"Bye!"

"Goodbye."

After that, we would see each other at the park every day, and we would talk. It was a daily routine. One day, however, this routine stopped.

I was eight, and my mother was quieter than usual. "What's wrong?" I asked with wide eyes.

She just smiled at me,"Nothing, sweetie. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

Then, while she was making dinner, she called me downstairs,"Ali, honey, come down here."

I steadily walked down the stairs and towards my mother. "Mommy? Why are you holding that big knife? Are you okay?"

She nodded,"We're going to go see your father, sweetie. Aren't you happy?"

I frowned worriedly,"Mommy, you said that he's in Heaven. If you go to Heaven, you have to die... I don't want to die, Mommy!"

She shook her head,"Don't worry, honey, it won't hurt. It will be painless." That's when she started trying to stab me. I screamed and ran back upstairs. I didn't know what to do.

I ran to my room and locked it, then hid under my bed with a present that L had given me. It was small stuffed panda, and it kind of looked like him.

I heard my mother knocking on the door,"Don't you want to see Daddy? Don't you? I'm going, honey, and I don't want you to stay home by yourself." She then stabbed the door and put her hand through the hole, managing to unlock it. She came inside,"Oh, Ali! Where are you?"

I stayed silent, trying not to breathe loudly. I heard her footsteps approaching the bed, and I winced, knowing that she would be able to find me.

Of course, with my luck, she looked under the bed and smiled, throwing the knife at me. She missed me by an inche, hitting the wall instead.

I was just so scared, I don't know what came over me. The fear controlled me, and I just took the knife and stabbed her. She died a couple of minutes later. When I realized what I had done, I screamed loudly. I started sobbing, he tears running down my face,"Mommy! Mommy!" Once I was finished crying, however, a new type of fear washed over me.

Would I go to jail? If I didn't go to jail, where would I go? Both my mother and my father were dead. I was so scared that I just ot a bag, stuffed some money from my mother's purse in it as well as some clothes, and grabbed my panda.

I then did what I would come to do a lot. I ran away.

I slept in an alley that night. I bought a newspaper, and, apparently, the police think I went crazy and killed her. They didn't care what my age was. They were looking for me;I was wanted.

My name is Alison. I am eighteen years old, and I'm confused. I don't know what to. I don't have a home-I have nothing. I am wanted.

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