Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor its characters, bitches. (• ᴥ •)
Heaven. That's the first thought that surfaces in my mind. My eyelashes are barely parted when a bright light filters between them, amplified by white walls and white ceilings and-white bed sheets. I clench my fist for a moment, testing it, feeling the sensation of nerves awakening. I reach out and grab a fistful of the fabric. I can't describe the texture. It's not smooth in the least, but it's not rough, either. I'm in the process of skimming my fingertips over the surface, inspecting it, when I detect someone laughing at me. Heaven? they mock. You won't end up there. Trust me. No, not someone-me. In my…head? Wait-just who exactly…am I?
"It's about damn time you woke up."
I jolt slightly at the disembodied voice. Turning my head to the right, I notice a young man resting in a chair distanced from my bedside, legs crossed. The leather that covers his body is a stark contrast against our surroundings. He resembles a black hole, and I can almost imagine a gravitational pull. A rosary glints in the sunlight. His face is fierce, crystal eyes raging beneath a curtain of blonde, an eclipse of shadow, and-on one side-a ragged scar that cuts all the way down to his jaw line. He has woven a veil of bitterness, worn to secrete his concern.
"Who are you?" I question, blinking once.
A flicker of hurt slices its way across his face before vanishing in an instant. "Nobody important."
He's being deceptive. It's like an instinct, a perception that arises straight from my gut-and I know, with one hundred percent certainty, that this stranger is wistful and heartbroken. And I also know that this stranger-emotions buried deep beneath a sheet of glass, separated from the world by a wall built from translucent bricks-is no stranger at all. I hesitantly reach out and gently place my hand over his. I feel and see him tense, but he doesn't shift to pull back. His hands are freezing. For a moment, I'm almost frightened I'll melt him away.
"I'll remember you," I say softly, gazing up at him. "I promise."
I lace our fingers together.
His lips part, his eyes dilating. He almost looks…astonished. Vulnerable, even, as his hand begins to quake. A wave of loathing suddenly drowns the expression, his face hardening and grip tightening. His nails dig into my knuckles before he rips himself completely from my grasp. He thunders towards the door, halting only once in the frame. He doesn't turn to look at me.
"I already told you," he growls through gritted teeth, "I'm nobody important."
The door slams, echoing in my eardrums and chest rather than the desolate room. I stare after him with dispirited eyes.
He doesn't want to get his hopes up.
A/N: So here it is, the one-shot version of Amnesia! It's actually quite a bit different, but...oh well. XD Thanks for reading, & please review! c: