A bit on the grotesque side, but not really. Unless you are afraid of blood or murderers. Now, good night. There's about 8 minutes left for me to go through. Hahah... You could say this is in Light's pov. I wanna say it's LxLight / LightxL, but you can imagine it any way.
Red Hands
Midnight already. Yeah, it's almost time to atone for those sins. Murder is full of two things. Pain and agony on one side, pleasure and enlightenment on the other.
Five till twelve. I've tried to sleep through it. I wake up in the middle of it feeling soaked in the blood of my victims. I'm atoning.
Regret. Just full on regret. Without the minutes at midnight, I would never think twice on the 'sacrifice' of that person's life. Never, ever, ever.
Three more minutes. Sometimes I can actually smell the iron and rust smell of blood. The feeling on it on me, on my hands, on my feet, as if I were soaked in it. Atonement. I say sorry alot and I apologize alot. What will that do? They're already dead. Not a part of this world anymore. They'll haunt me.
I've known that since the first time I picked up that pen and wrote into that note. I was ecstatic after writing those names. ... Twelve o'clock, midnight now. Yeah. I was happy until this time right here.
Ooh. The blood is warm. ... Fresh this time, as always.
Their voices are relatively loud too. Begging. Why beg for your life when it's already gone. I'm sorry.
I know that you all would rather me live their deaths. Die like the way I killed them. Suffer the way they did. Guilt grows with every passing moment. Oh. These twenty seven minutes will be long. Twenty four more minutes to go.
Till all my hands are stained red, from all the truth that I've said. ... I can't remember the last time I didn't lie, yet I'm still covered with this blood.
No, I won't call it disgusting. What's disgusting is me. My mind, my blood, my feelings, myself - Me. Sad and sick and slimy and disgusting and a murderer.
I wish I regretted months ago. I really do. I'm oozing their blood from every pore and fiber of my being. I've lost a lot of things,but I keep on gaining regret. It's no surprise.
If anyone deserves to die now, it's me. ... Nineteen more minutes. Its getting a bit painful. I can't breathe, because if I do, I'll choke on it. The scent. It's there but not there. Oh... It's not if I inhale it, that I'll get sick.
That's not a bad thing either. It can't be in this case. My second chance was used and I wasted it. Mu, I am coming for you. Pure nothingness. I don't even deserve to go the nonexistent hell.
If I could have another chance, I would go back and change it all. Or maybe I'll continue to be an idiot and repeat my history. Repeat this pool of innocent blood.
I still can't breathe... Oh. Just a few more minutes...I can pull through. I did the last hundreds of nights.
I miss you. I still love you... I'm sorry. I'm always reminded that. . . . See you again next midnight, my love.
A few more minutes... I have to keep breathing or I'll drown.