There I was, stuck in another useless position. I had fought hand to hand with a more powerful enemy and had paid for it. It hurt. I was forced to stay inside, recuperate, after all I'm injured so I can't go out and do anything except rest and get better so I can help the greater good. Those bastards. I don't want to be the sole survivor of a battle because I was sick and unable to fight. I want to be the one who triumphed and single handedly defeated a million men. But I can't. If I were to fight I would be one of the many names in the graveyard, faded with time and eventually forgotten. If I were to die young I might get a memorial and a dedication maybe? No. I'm just being a selfish bitch. I will die of old age withered, sad, perhaps senile. But no, that's not me; I'll go out fighting in a blaze of glory, even if it only lasts for a minute and nobody's there to mourn, even if my time was long up. I'll give it my all till the end. Good bye. Even if you never see me again, remember me, my last selfish thought. To be forgotten is worse than death.
A/n- I don't own. applicable to any death note character.