I had a Shinigami on my shoulder the whole time I was on vacation, he seemed to have kicked my Muse off so I had to listen to him. This was the result...well this and a lot of missing apples lol. I hope you like it! (I do not own Death Note or any characters there in)

The door slammed behind me with a loud bang as I shoved it with all my might. The pictures on the walls and my window rattled under the impact. "I hate you!" I screamed at it just as loudly, violently wedging the back of my chair beneath the handle. Who did he think he was!? Just because he had married my mother didn't make him my father, he had no say in my life. How dare he tell me what I could and could not do?

His words still rang with finality in my ears like a death knell for my hopes and dreams. "No you cannot go to the dance." Tears streamed down my face as I ripped the notebook I had found this afternoon out of my bag. I hesitated for only a moment as I tore back the front cover and read the words written there. They were blurred by tears but still legible.

"The human whose name is written in this note shall die." There were more rules but this was the only one I really cared about at the moment. Good, I thought savagely, I hope he really does die. It would serve him right. I grabbed a pen from my bag as I flopped onto my bed and wrote the first letter of my stepdad's name in the notebook. A pounding on the door prevented me from writing the rest. I paused, my pen hovering above the paper. A red pen I noticed, funny how it kind of looks like blood on the white paper…

"Violet Marie Mason, how dare you speak to your father that way!?" My mother's voice rang with indignation on the other side of the door.

"He's not my fucking father! Leave me the hell alone!" I shouted. The handle jiggled but the chair prevented the door from opening. I smirked through my tears as she continued to yell at me, it was a small victory but a satisfying one. I looked back at the notebook and recalled how it had come into my possession.

I had been late to class that day, really no big deal because my first period teacher didn't care. It had just been laying there on the planter, just a regular, innocent black notebook. But somehow I had known it was more, it had beckoned me to pick it up, so I had. When I opened the first page, the rules were written neatly on the front cover, five rules about how to use the Death Note. Or so the notebook was titled. I remembered how I had snapped it shut and looked around; something like this could have gotten me in serious trouble no matter how innocent. I remembered thinking that I should have just put it back but it had somehow found its way into my bag. I must have looked at it a thousand times today, torn between throwing it way and writing someone's name. Oh so many names.

This stupid notebook wouldn't let me go to the school dance, and writing his name in it wouldn't change anything. It was just a stupid notebook made by some lame ass students and forgotten. I was just the retard who had picked it up. I looked at the pen still in my hand. Did I still want to write his name? I heard his lumbering footsteps on the stairs.

Hell yes I did. I quickly glanced at the rules to make sure I wasn't missing anything. "This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name." Oh, yeah I had forgotten that part. I pictured my stepdad's face in my mind and finished writing his name. The red ink really did look like blood on the page. The pounding stopped.

"Violet listen to your mother and open this door now." I cringed at his implied threat and looked at the Death Note. Writing his name had been impulsive and childish, what had it really accomplished? Nothing that's what. I read the third and fourth rules: "If the cause of death is written within 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."

The pounding started again only now it had gotten louder, obviously he was trying to breakdown my door but I felt oddly calm. If this notebook was real he'd die of a heart attack in forty seconds.

If it was real? I shook myself, grabbed the stupid notebook and the overnight bag hidden under my bed. It would be just perfect if they found out I had been trying to "kill" him or something. I was being stupid and wasting precious time, I unlatched my window and was just about to climb through when my door burst open. I looked over my shoulder.

He stood in the doorway with his face flushed, breathing hard. My mother was right behind him, looking angry. I should be moving, but I couldn't. He advanced on me like a bear about to maul a stupid hiker but stopped halfway through the room like he had hit a wall. I watched a look of surprise cross his face; he was staring right at me, into my eyes. He clutched at his chest and made a gagging noise as he fell to his knees in slow motion, my mother ran forward in slow motion to grab him but he still face planted into the floor. There was an odd roaring in my ears. That odd detachment had returned. I didn't hear my mom screaming even though her mouth was moving. I turned from the window and walked back towards her. I knelt by his side and placed my fingers to his neck, just like I had been taught in my CPR class. There was no pulse, his eyes were glassy and he wasn't breathing. He was dead. He was dead about forty seconds after I had written his name in the Death Note. I looked up at my mom, "I killed him."

Dun-dun-dun....lol. Well I hope you liked it. This was a one shot kinda deal but if I get some positive reviews I could probably expand it. Please review.