Author Note: This is my first fanfic and also my first story typed on computer so please be strict while reviewing.
Disclaimer: I do not own death note or any of the contents in it. All I own is this story.
I was born to a poor woman, without a father. The woman I knew as my mother, despised me from the moment I was born. She always told me that I looked exactly like "Him", that I was cursed for life, that she wished I was never born.
Now that I remember her, it makes me sick to my stomach.
She barely ever fed me, and she always beat me up. The only reason why I was actually alive was that an old woman took pity on me and fed me. I don't remember her face or name, but I was bad with names from the beginning.
At this time I still was able to forgive her, I still loved her as my mother. But she never loved me. And I did not understand why. But things changed, and one day the old woman disappeared.
I remember hiding from her that night. As most nights, she was drunk.
She was shouting my name around the house.
"Nate, Nate!!"
On most nights I usually ignored her and sat quietly in the closet. But this night was different.
"I have a present for you!"
I was stupid enough to believe her words.
"There you are you little brat!"
She pulled me put of my hiding place, and started to hit me.
My cheeks burned. I whimpered slightly, and tried not to cry out.
She kicked me in the ribs, and stepped on me.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered.
I knew that even if I asked for her forgiveness, she would keep hurting me.
She kicked me harder, on the stomach.
I stay curled up on the floor silently. I held my tears back and waited for the old woman to come and stop my mother.
I waited. But she never came.
My whole body ached and I was barely conscious.
"However long you wait for her she won't come to save you. The old hag is finally dead!"
I stayed silent. It was starting to get painful to breath.
My mother snickered.
"What will you do now? Your 'Guardian angel' is gone!"
She started laughing.
"And she's never coming back to save you! Never! Just like he did to me!"
My mind would not listen to me. I didn't really care about her anymore.
I can't remember what happened afterwards.
All I remember from that point was me wishing for my mother to disappear. For her, to die.
And one day, suddenly, she did.