EDIT: As of 6/8/12, you may consider this story EDITED 3 Kukuku. The changes won't be large until chapters seven and eight ^^
Hello my readers! This is my first story on fanfiction, Ella! You know, the name doesn't sound all that creative, but I spent THREE DAYS finding a name for the little demon, so damn if I wasn't going to use it often!
Her name is Ella Gwendolyn Caruther, by the way :3
This chapter, is, in fact, slow. It gives a light description of her appearance, goes into her past, and begins explaining her thinking process. And I don't want to hear anyonr saying she acts too old - I'm thirteen, and her personality loosely relates to mine. The main things begin happening in the next chapter, but this one was fun to write, due to my various songs that periodically changed the mood of the chapter.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Death Note. Actually, I don't own any of the animes I mentioned - only the demon which I still mentally refer to as No-Name.
Now, ONWARD!
I collapsed on the bed with a light thump, my eyes staring at the ceiling, willing there to be a pattern there. Flowers, clouds, swirls – anything to distract me. Just a distraction. Was that too much to ask?
Maybe, but the chances weren't high. I rolled over on my side, angrily tugging the bandages over my visible eye until my world became incased in solid black. There was something comforting about being blind in all sense of the word – not many people could manage living without sight now could they?
Pfft. It took talent. Smiling weakly, I let out a shaky sigh. When did it become so hard to even keep a smile on my face for more than a few measly seconds? My fingers automatically started reaching around for something before they came across a soft, near textureless object. A hairband. Though my dark hair that could only be described as grey reached the small of my back, I rarely put it up. I was so used to the sensation of my hair whapping my in the face when I turned my head to fast that I'd probably freak out if it didn't. I was always a little wary to change – it bothered me to no end.
Change. I sighed again, wishing the change was a solid object so I could stab it a multitude of times over and over again. A small tremor made its way down my spine and I immediately started playing around with the band, stretching it and contorting it. I always had to be doing something with my hands and mouth or I'd start twitching almost. It was hard to explain, yet it happened anyway.
The small room turned absolutely silent again, I was barely breathing at this point. Curious, though, I'd never heard silence sound so deafening. Mom should be singing in the kitchen, loudly enough to float down the hall into my bedroom. Dad would be working on something in the garage, occasionally curse words would be heard as he hammered his fingers and the sound of old rock should be blasting on his crappy Ipod.
I missed it so much. I missed being embarrassed by Mom when she'd drop me off at school late and give me a kiss on the forehead. I missed being tickled until I was crying by Dad when I stole the remote. But most of all I miss how every night they'd both come in an sit on the end of my bed and tuck me in.
I was thirteen now – much too old for that - hell I'd graduated high school already (Thank you online-schooling), and had a perfect grade point average. That didn't matter to them – they'd love me even if my grades were abysmal. As long as I kept using big words and doing everything I could to stick to my ideals, I'd be Ella to them, and I missed that… comfort. The comfort and love they always offered.
It was hard to comfort anything when you were dead. Yes, they had died. Two weeks ago actually. I had been in the car with them when the drunk driver slammed into the side of our car, killing Dad instantly. Mom died in the hospital hours later. That was the worst part for me – the guilt. I had only been blinded in my right eye and my parents were dead. Gone. Never coming home again.
I was currently staying alone in the house, while being checked on by the neighbor twice a day. Her name was Olive and she was a nice widowed old lady; I loved her to death. She was hilarious and had the best comments I'd ever heard.
If I heard her call someone a "Donkey-headed twinkler!" a million times, it wouldn't be enough. I thought I was going to die I laughed so hard. I bit my lip on a small, pathetic smile. When I still laughed…
Oh look at me being nostalgic. Anyway, apparently since I was a "genius" (I actually had no common sense – except when I first woke up. I was extremely observant then.) they didn't mind pushing the rules around a little bit and not forcing me into an orphanage or foster home. I had no living relatives, so that would've been the only way possible.
My internal monologue seemed to have lasted approximately twelve minutes exactly. I lazily slid the bandages up to uncover my working eye, mussing up my hair in the process. I could honestly just wear an eye patch but I preferred people thinking I was completely blind. I love being underestimated, it made games of Cat and Mouse more fun.
My eyes – sorry, eye, darted over to my electronic clock, noting that the time was 5:27pm. I should heat up my dinner soon, before doing anything else. I groaned, rolling into a sitting position on the green comforter, blearily looking around my room like normal. My back and front walls were painted black; the others left a plain white. They were decorated with posters on the left wall – Kuroshitsugi, Vampire Knight, Angel Beats, Naruto, and finally Death Note. Death Note was my newest obsession, my favorite character by far being L. While most… fangirls (gross) loved him for his cuteness, I admired him for more than that. I admired his wit and hidden sarcasm, his little quirks I related too, and his way off completing catching everyone off guard. He didn't just single handedly find out who Kira was, but he put on a good show too.
This was wear things became complicated for myself – I sided with Kira. Of course, I hated Light Yagami, he was egotistical and his own hubris brought him down, not to mention him killing off my favorite people. Still, bad people deserved to die. He could've at least been smarter about it… if I was him I wouldn't have been caught.
Of course, if I was him, then I wouldn't be me. So, nothing would've changed. And now I'm rambling… internally.
I stood up, reaching my full height of 5'1" tall, before slipping on my fuzzy, multi-colored slippers and padding out the door and down the hall. The walls were a pleasant cream color, the carpet a warm burgandy. I trailed my fingers along the picture frames as I made my way to the living room, glancing out the window out of habit when I froze.
A black object was falling out of the sky. Falling…. Falling…. I watched with widened eyes as it collapsed in the grass. Well, that was a little familiar. Without hesitating, I opened the front door, steppied off the poor onto the plush grass, whilst subconsciously calculating my steps as I walked. When I reached the fallen object, my breathe froze in my lungs.
For printed clearly on the cover were the words, "DEATH NOTE."
YAY CHAPTER ONE. Cliffhanger, ne? You'll soon learn that I love them. I'm not going to nag you to review, but do if you want. It generally makes me write faster x3
Song of the chapter: Fireflies by Owl City.
~Adra
