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Chapter 1:
I stare out the window of my room, watching the softly falling snow mix with the already heavy blanket on the ground. As the news on the television drones on behind me, I sigh unhappily. I have never truly liked snow; it always reminded me of the bitterness of life. I shiver as a draft sweeps through the room. I glance down in mild surprise to the window, where it is unnoticeably open, at least by my sight. I reach for the top of the window and pull it shut, thus destroying the remaining traces of the draft. I turn back to the television and continue watching. The newscast is only discussing the usual: recent crimes, along with the criminal who committed them (if known). I puff up my cheeks, then exhale slowly. I grab the remote and switch off the television.
As I arise from my seat, I stretch gently, wincing as my shoulder throbs. I suppose the bruises I acquired from the fall I took a few days ago still haven't healed yet. I walk over to the door, and pull my coat off the rack beside the door. I slip it on, careful not to chafe my bruises. After I had also pulled on my gloves and boots, I head out the door. My face is welcomed by a brisk breeze flowing around my face, almost as smooth as ice. The wind bites at my nose, and my cheeks soon turn pink from the cold as I stroll down the street. I pass by an innumerable amount of closed shops as I continue walking, but soon enough, I reach my destination. I strut into the park with a meager smile plastered on my face. I take a seat on a bench nearby, and watch as the snow swirls around me, as well as everything else here.
It was then that I noticed something else lying on the ground, with a blanket of snow obscuring what it was, but not completely covering that it was completely hidden from sight. I walk over to it and pull it into my hands, while gently brushing the snow off of it. I narrow my eyes, attempting to make out the barely visible words on the front cover. "…D-e-a-t-h - N-o-t-e," I spell out under my breath, all the while wondering what it could possibly mean. "Death Note," I mutter once more. I slip it under my coat to protect it from further being damaged by the snow, and head back towards my home.
I arrive back faster than usual, with my curiosity peaked in interest. I shove my things by the door, take out the book, and sit down. I open it, and begin reading. "The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected." I frown, now somewhat wary. Is someone playing a joke on me? I think. I shake my head, deep in thought, and continue reading. "If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds."
"This is a pretty cruel joke for someone to play, if it is one," I mutter. "But if it's real, then I at least have a chance of paying him back for what he did." A grin sneaks onto my face as I imagine him lying dead on the ground, while begging me to keep him alive. I shake my head abruptly clearing my mind. "Even though that would be the best thing ever to happen, it wouldn't be right. I would just be hurting myself even more by doing that." Feeling frustrated, I place it on the table, and turn the television back on in an attempt to fully clear my mind. The noise only seems to worsen it, though. I snap it back off and think. This is what I've always wanted, isn't it? A way to repay him for what he did, a way to exact my revenge. So why am I this unsure? Maybe it's because I know that once I do, I'll be a murderer, I muse. Is that it? Or is it something else? With mixed emotions swimming through me, I crawl over to my bed, sure that sleep would help me regain my senses. I pull the covers up around me and allow myself to drift off.