This is a story I just randomly thought of in the middle of rereading one of my other stories. I just had to put it on paper. So here it is, is it any good?
BTW, I'm making all the chapter titles based off of The Fray's songs. Nice little challenge, don't you think? Also, it goes with the story's titles 'Frayed Memories'!
I don't own The Fray or their songs! And I don't own Death Note or it's characters.
Light's a chick (big surprise, I know).
Oh and my BFF Taylor helped a lot over the phone and via text message with the ideas for this story. Thank her by reading her story! She's JiffyPeanutButterGirl on here.
Chapter 1
You Found Me
I don't know how I got here, or who I am, or why I'm here. I just know that I'm a Japanese woman in a Catholic church, it was oblivious from the wooden cross in the front, symbolizing something about Jesus Christ. I thought that was pretty screwed up; I knew what a Catholic church was, and who Jesus was, but I didn't know who I was? ….That doesn't make sense….. I'm so confused. My head hurts…
The church was empty. It was actually really small and compact. There were only seven wooden pews on each side…. Great. I knew how to count, but I didn't know why I'm here. What's going on?
I looked around and took in my surroundings. The church was small, the walls were wood. The back wall where the cross was was painted a soft cream color. I knew what colors were, but not a clue about how I got here in the first place. The carpet below my boot-covered feet was a Springy and light shade of green. There were red spots by my feet.
Now that I was paying attention to what I was wearing, I noticed that I had flat-footed brown leather boots with gold buckles by my ankles and knees, oversized baggy jeans which were loose around my hips and somehow tucked into my boots, and a plain long-sleeved white shirt. None of these clothes seem familiar.
I picked my hurting head from looking at myself. There was a man at the alter. He was dressed in all black clothing, looking at me from behind the podium. He was a balding man, with big glasses and a white rosary around his neck. I spoke to him. "Do you know me?"
"No," he shook his head, "should I?"
"I don't know," I said, looking down at the floor.
"Ugh, mam…." he said, pointing at me. "You're bleeding."
I looked back up at him. "Huh?" He pointed to his own head. I checked my forehead. It was wet on my head by my hairline. I pulled my finger back to look at it. It was red. I was bleeding.
I was somewhat embarrassed because of that. "Do I know you?"
"You might," he said. "I'm Father James. Does that name ring a bell?"
"Ring….a bell?" I wondered, picturing the name 'Father James' being used as a hammer to ring a big bell in a bell tower. That doesn't make sense. That's not possible…. I didn't feel comfortable or wanted in that church anymore. I turned and started walking out the door. "I have to go," I lied. I opened the door and walked out.
When I stepped outside, I was bombarded with a freezing cold breeze attacking my hands and face. There were these little flakes falling from…Up…wherever or whatever Up was. I was freezing. The thin material of the shirt I had on wasn't enough to keep me warm. I shivered. I didn't like cold. I started walking down the sidewalk, wondering where I was.
There were rows of buildings on either side of the sidewalks, and in between the sidewalks were roads. Black slush was on the edges of the roads. Whenever a car would roll by, the road made a wet sound against the tires. The building on the other side of the sidewalks had signs on them.
The characters and words were not familiar to me. I did not understand what they said. There were other people on the sidewalks, too. They looked at me funny, did I look strange? Could they see the blood? I hope not.
They all had heavy coats on, and I was dressed for early fall weather, not freezing winter weather. My teeth chattered, I felt ready to cry. I held my shoulders, trying to stay warm. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Where was I supposed to go? I buried my face in my hands and started crying. I was scared about the future and worried about what I was supposed to do…
"LIGHT-CHAN!" My ears perked up. Chan? Chan is a Japanese ending used for people younger than you. I decided to look up at who said that. A tall and skinny man with pale skin and black hair was jogging towards me. He was wearing black boots, baggy jeans like mine, and a white coat. He carried another coat in his hand. The coat was red. I backed away slowly as he approached me closer. I was afraid. "I finally found you! I've been looking everywhere for you. Thank God you're safe!" he smiled, then he must've noticed that I was afraid. "Huh? Light? What's wrong? Were you crying?"
I blinked from the realization. This man knew my name. Maybe he knew more about me! I stepped closer to him and grabbed the front of his coat. "Is that my name? Light? How do you know me? Who are you? Maybe I remember you!" He pulled the red coat over my body. I felt grateful for the warmth it brought me.
He seemed shocked. "O-Of course that's your name. You're Light Yagami. Don't you remember?" I shook my head. "My alias is Ryuuzaki, my real name is L. I know you because I used to help with police work alongside your father. And you would come into the office and help with cases too." I felt the blood run down between my eye and nose as I thought of my name. Light Yagami. He noticed the blood. "Light-chan, you're bleeding! Did someone hurt you!" He grabbed my shoulders as he looked worried.
My eyes went wide again, "I don't know. Maybe," I said honestly. "I don't remember."
He grabbed my hand and started walking us both. "Come on, now. We'll go home and have Watari tend to your injuries."
I stopped us. "Who?"
He kept us going. He gently squeezed my hand. "Watari. He's my caretaker and father figure."
"Is Watari a friend of mine, too?" I asked.
"Of course, he loves and cares about you very much…. Gosh, you really don't remember anything, do you?" L looked sad.
"I didn't even know my name until you told me," I admitted.
"It must have been that hit on the head that messed with your memory," he explained. "I'm just happy that I'm the one who found you, and not some pervert." I was confused at the last word.
"Per…vert?" I pronounced.
L looked kind of weird and said more monotone than before, "Please don't make me explain that word to you."
"Well, okay… Hey, I'm happy that you found me, too." I smiled, glad that I was where I was supposed to be.
All done! I know it's short, but who cares? You'll all get over it someday! XD Just kidding! Hope you like this! Please review and tell me what you think should happen next! :D
