"Put it in! Put it in! Hurry, I'll get the popcorn!" My best friend, Mikayla, squealed and ran into my kitchen, knocking over various DVD's that I stacked ever so precisely. I sighed and calmly took out my Death Note movie marathon, carefully popping it into the player and pressing play with the remote. It was about 5 minutes into episode one when Mikayla walked into the room with a bowl of popcorn.

"What? Lizzy, you started it without me…" She pouted and plopped down next to me. I smirked and shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

"Yes, it seems I did do that." I smirked at her flustered expression. She hated it when I talked like L.

"Lizzy, I don't know where you got that from, but-"

"Got what from, Mikayla?" I said emotionlessly as I stared at the screen. Light was currently watching the notebook fall from the sky.

"That! That emotionless speak it's…UGH!" She squealed and despite my character, I laughed heartily. She stopped whining and glared at me. "I'm glad I can amuse." She muttered, which sent me into a fit of giggles.

"Sorry…" I wiped away an imaginary tear as I got my laughter under control.

I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine

I got a load because I know that it's all mine

Oh, whoa

I paused the TV and slightly glared at the wall as Mikayla answered her phone. That song was disgustingly upsetting to listen to, mostly because it was pop. I was more into rock rather that peppy crap.

"Hey, baby!" She smiled into the phone. Oh, it must be her boyfriend. I could hear a muffled voice come out of the speaker and I saw her blush and look away from the phone.

"But I'm with my friend!" She squealed.

More muffled dialogue and I now realized that I was attempting to listen in on their private conversation…I surprised myself, sometimes.

"Oh, okay, baby. Only for you! See you soon." She kissed into the phone and then did the most cliché thing in history. "No YOU hang up!"

I internally groaned as I heard a voice through the phone.

"No you hang up! No YOU! No-"

"No, I hang up!" I glared as I stole her phone and snapped it shut. She just stared at me.

"Meanie!" She pouted. "So, I gotta go. Josh wants to see me." She smirked.

"He wants to see you so late? It's almost 12 am." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well, he doesn't just want to SEE me…if you know what I mean." She winked at me and packed up her stuff. I furrowed my eyebrows deeper.

"No, I have absolutely no idea what you mean, but have fun." I muttered, although she was already out the door. I sighed and seeing as I was only watching this for the umpteenth time because Mikayla hadn't seen it, I left the DVD paused at the part where Light just saw the Death Note fall and I carried myself upstairs, too lazy to clean up.

I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could wake up for my job as a waitress at a small diner, probably only located in my town, and changed into a pair of black shorts and a baggy navy blue shirt. I climbed under the comforter of my bed and shut my eyes. Now usually, I wouldn't sleep, seeing as I have a serious case of insomnia, but lately, I've been bored to no end. So, instead of staying up all night and staring at the walls, avoiding the nightmares, I've started to get at least four hours of sleep. Death Note was the last thing I thought about before drifting into sleep.

You will never see them again

I sprung out of bed, breathing heavily and drenched in cold sweat. I swung my legs over and just sat there until I calmed my breathing down. I glanced at the clock.

"Oh, good it's 2:15…IT'S 2:15!" I squealed and bolted out of the bed. I was way past late. I quickly checked my phone to see one missed call from my boss. I sighed and grabbed it, checking the voicemail.

"Eliza, this is the past the last straw. This is your fifth unexplained absence. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to let you go." With that, the voicemail ended. I just sat there with my jaw open. He did not just fire me over voicemail. I quickly got up and ran a brush through my long brown hair and did a quick hair flip to the side, letting my side bangs fall into my pale green eye. I threw on some ripped light blue skinny jeans, not even caring to change shirts and squeezed on my black converse with no socks on.

I quickly ran out the door and ran down the stairs of my apartment, suddenly regretting choosing the apartment on the top floor. If he was going to fire me over voicemail, then I wasn't going to beg for my job back the same way. I quickly made my way out of the apartment before letting my jaw drop. Where was the parking lot?

I let myself scout the area. No parking lot. Was I still dreaming? I know my apartment had a parking lot. I walked back inside, feeling very stupid. I walked up to the receptionist desk and rung the bell a few times. I waited until a woman came out. Except this woman looked different...

"Watashi wa anata o tasukeru kamo shirenai?" She asked in perfect Japanese. She gave me a smile that reminded me of one of those anime smiles when the squint their eyes and…oh no. No, no, no, no, NO! This lady was NOT anime. Even though she looked exactly like she belonged in an anime, she wasn't. She couldn't be. It was like being in an anime cartoon. I looked down at my hands and my jaw dropped. My hands weren't realistic. They were shaded and cartoon. I looked at the mirror that stood behind the lady and let my jaw drop even more. I. Was. Anime. I looked at my skinny frame. Anime sneakers, anime jeans, anime shirt, anime hair that reached my lower waist, anime eyes, anime mouth. It was a bit weird. I noticed that the lady was still waiting patiently and looking at me as if I had two heads.

"Sorry." I muttered. She looked confused at me then nodded her head in understanding.

"Oh, you are foreigner?" She asked excitedly in broken English. I stared at her a bit, but chose to ignore her question.

"Where am I?" I asked her.

"Uh, apartment." She answered. Way to be vivid, lady.

"Apartment, where?" I asked.

"Kanto." She answered.

"…Kanto? Kanto, Japan?" I asked.

"Hai…I mean, yes." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Where is the parking lot?" I asked, ignoring the fact that this lady thought we were in Japan.

"Parking?" She gave me a confused look.

"Cars." I said.

"Oh, no cars." She smiled at me. I deadpanned. No parking lot?

"Only this apartment. No space." She smiled at me. I was starting to think this lady was faking her smiles.

"Arigatō." I muttered and walked out of the sliding doors. Suddenly, everything was anime. I continued to blink, not believing my eyes.

Was I dreaming, or did someone slip something into my water last night?