Writing another one of these things that nobody but me seems to read...
Yeah. So, I started writing this a while back, and sorta... hit a proverbial roadblock with the ending. So yes, sudden lame ending is sudden and lame. It happens.
I hope that you like it, despite the ending, and if you have any idea on how to make it end nicely, drop a review. if you think it sucked, by all means, let me know, and if you liked it, I'd quite like to hear about that too.
The world exists to be understood. There is a reason for everything, no matter how obscure. That is one of the world's most basic principles. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It is how the universe works.
Throughout my life I have always found that all things have reasons behind them, whether it be revenge or love, or a desire to change the world. It is understandable then, that when I encounter something that I cannot understand it displeases me.
In general, I don't have a problem with phobias. There is normally a reason, no matter how ridiculous.
It is, however, a sad truth that I, L, the world's best detective, am afraid of the dark.
I do not fear what is in the dark. I do not despair for the lack of light, and most certainly I do not think that Kira, or BB, or some other form of monster is taking up sinister residence in my closet or under my bed.
It is totally irrational, and extraordinarily annoying, but that is all there is to it.
I once said that Kira was childish and hates to lose, that I knew this because I too was childish and hated to lose. I do not imagine, for even a second, that any of the men whom I addressed that day even considered the possibility that by childish, I meant afraid of the dark. Not that I ever believed that Kira was afraid of the dark.
It instils a fear in me that I am unable to explain, and, as a result of this, I am unable to sleep. I cannot sleep, because I am afraid of the dark, yet I am unable to sleep with a light on. Anyone who has ever shared a room with me, and there have been few of those, would remark upon the experience as a bizarre one. I huddle to my laptop, seeking comfort in the soft glow from the screen, shying away from the darkness around me.
There is no explanation, no reason, and no logic to it.
And that infuriates me more than anything else in the world.