Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?
Misa, L, and Light were walking together through the taskforce headquarters hallway. L and Light, as usual, were chained together. Light was looking rather irritated, but Misa knew that was because he was cuffed to L, whom Light wanted desperately to kill. Why didn't he just kill him now, along with the other task force people? Misa could do it! But whenever she brought it up, Light dismissed it as being a stupid idea, and then was ignored.
Suddenly having an idea, she wanted to cheer Light up. Moving her hand closer to Light's she tried to grasp it. That's what people in love did! They were a couple! So why did Light just move his hand away? He was now looking even more irritated than before. He was ignoring her…Why?
Did he not need her help…?
Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
"Light!" Misa screamed, looking around frantically. Sweat was pouring off of her, and she was drenched in it. Realizing where she was, she calmed down. It was just a bad dream, and she was in her house, safe. She had been in bed, sleeping, since it was nighttime. Her room was pitch-black, but her eyes were already starting to adjust to the darkness. But why was she so jumpy?
Light had been in her dream. They were both standing in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, Light was falling and Misa couldn't reach him in time. He was falling, falling, falling…And Misa couldn't do a single thing to help him. She jumped, suddenly wishing she had wings so she could fly down to Light and scoop him up, holding him in her arms so he would be safe…
But Light was dead. She never caught him in her dream because she had suddenly woken up in a cold sweat. She had been having these dreams every night, ever since she found out that Light had been killed. And what hurt the most was that she hadn't known at the time, the day he died, and that she couldn't save him. Misa had been busy having fun, but all the while, Light had been dying. He had failed his role as Kira, and Misa had failed him.
Suddenly, she brought her hands up to her face and sobbed, the tears coming out and never stopping. This pain, this heart wrenching pain that she would always feel, every single day, was horrible. Every day she was alive, Light wasn't. And there was nothing she could have done…
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
Misa sat in front of her dresser mirror. All around the frame were pictures of Light, and Light with Misa. On the dresser sat candles, all lit. Misa was celebrating Light's birthday, and she hadn't known what else to do. She couldn't celebrate it with him. Light was de-
No. She wouldn't think about it. Today was Light's special birthday, and Misa wanted to be happy for him. It had been a year after his death, and still Misa had been waking up in a cold sweat, crying out for Light. And as always, she never caught him, never was able to reach him in time.
"I miss you Light. But today's your birthday!" Misa tried to put on a smile as she looked around at the many pictures she had. "Happy birthday! I didn't know what to get you, so it's just me, here. I got you some cake, but I didn't know what kind to ge-"
Just then she realized what she was doing. She was trying to talk to Light, but she was just talking to herself. Light was dead, and she was alone, sitting in her room, pretending to talk to him. She couldn't do this.
Tears rolling down her face, she closed her eyes and cried. "I miss you…" She whispered to no one.
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry
Again. It was another dream about Light, and she couldn't take it. She had enough of falling asleep, having a dream where she couldn't save Light because she was weak. This overwhelming feeling of helpless surrounded her, and she was crying again.
Suddenly, she came up with an idea. She could write out her feelings on a piece of paper. She had seen so many other people do this, and famous poets and singers had done this too, right?
Getting up and finding some paper and something to write with, Misa wrote. And wrote, and wrote, and wrote. Whatever came to mind about any sort of an apology she could have ever said to Light if she could, she wrote it down. She confessed herself of being weak, of being in complete pain and misery because she couldn't help him.
An hour later, she stood up, feeling a little better. Looking at herself in the mirror, she laughed, ever so slightly. Her eyes were red and blotchy, her black eyeliner smeared from the tears running down her face. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days.
Sighing, she dragged herself over to her bed and fell down on it, exhausted. Misa fell asleep in a matter of minutes…
(A/N: To start this off, I wanted to do a Britney Spears song. Yes, people, a Britney Spears song! This is my favorite song of hers, and while I listened to it, I thought instantly of Misa, and this came to be. I hope you like it!)