Yay! Chapter three! And it only took me a few months to remember this story... Whoops...

Anyway, I don't own Death Note. At all. Not even a litle bit. Gabby is my creation. Mine.

Five minutes later, Gabby rose to her feet, pushing her hair from her face. She looked quietly outside, frowning. She wanted to be out there, not anywhere in particular, just somewhere out there, free from the walls that confined her to the room she was, from the building with its many halls. She almost wished the bullet had gotten her, so she could wander forever, free.

Of course, she only almost wished it. After all, in still having her life, she had pretty much beat her father in the most important thing ever; She had beaten him at life. In their struggle between him trying to kill her and her will to live, her will had prevailed. She was still there, and her father was rotting in the ground back in America. Almost exactly how it should've been. Almost.

Gabby broke her stare away from the window, looking once more at the door. Like a mouse, she made her way to the door, putting her ear to it to see if she could hear anyone in the hall. After a few moments of silence, she cracked the dorr open slowly, then forced herself to peek around into the hall. No one was present in the hallway, so Gabby crept outside, gently pushing her door shut.

Gabby began a lost wander through the hall, her head down, and her eyes looking up at the doors. She had no set thing to be looking for, she just felt like clearing her mind of her thoughts. Gabby just hoped that no one else would pass her by. Gabby really wasn't in the mood for people. People, their crap, their lies, any of it.

Soon, the rooms she passed became classes. Books, chemistry labs, desks, blackboards, chiars, she saw so much just wandering by, it almost made her head spin. Gabby certainly wasn't looking forward to Wednesday. It'd be awkward joining into these classes.

Soon, Gabby came to a halt outside of a roomm her eyes catching one key thing in that room. Feeling drawn towards it, Gabby strolled, enchanted, into the room, before stopping before a large, black piano. The large instrument was one of the only connection's Gabby felt she had to her mother, and to life. The piano was the only thing that gave Gabby happiness. She felt truly connected to the instrument. Her mother had signed her up for lessons when she was four. She set up extra lessons for her to go to when she turned six, when her father started to become more violent.

The black-haired girl traced her fingers over the keys, transfixed, before seating herself on the bench before it. She tapped a key, allowing a single note to ring out. It made her feel satisfied, a small smile drawing on her face. How rare it was when she smiled. Life gave her too many reasons to frown, and here she was, smiling lightly. It was almost wrong to do so, but who was stopping her?

Before she knew it, Gabby was playing a small piece she'd made herself. It was a sad sounding piece, but it also sounded peaceful. The world around her began to disappear, the only thing left being her and the music. It was nice to be free in her world. She liked it that way.

Gabby became so lost in her music that she didn't notice when another person entered the room, having been curious as to who was making the melody. Upon finding the source, said person has sat quietly by the wall, listening unnoticed as the girl continued, thinking she was alone.

Several minutes passed before Gabby allowed her fingers to rest in her lap. A genuine smile was upon her face now. She felt so much better now, being in this place. At least they had something Gabby could hold close to her heart. Maybe now the stay in her mini-prision would be more bearable.

Gabby stood up to leave, taking a final, long look at the piano before turning around. She nearly jumped from her skin when she saw someone else in the room. It brought back the memory of the time her father picked her up from her piano class. Except, this boy did not have a false smile on his face.

In fact, this boy was not smiling at all. He was staring at Gabby with dark, analytical eyes, his curly, white hair hanging slightly from his head. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt and white pants, but he was missing shoes. Gabby did not know what to make of this boy, so she kept up a defensive front. Of course, she was taller than the boy, and to her knowledge, she was older than him.

After a long, somewhat awkward stare-off, Gabby mumbled in a voice just audible for the boy to hear, "How much of that did you hear?"

He stared quietly at her for a moment, before replying in a calm, monotone voice, "I heard most of it, as far as I know. I must say, that was quite an impressive piece."

Gabby broke away from his stare, her eyes looking at the ground now. "Thanks..."

Silence followed after her small acceptance of the compliment. It was an easy, relaxing silence, not one of cold, bitter unease. Unclear as to why, Gabby shot the boy a semi-catious, semi-curious look.

"So..."

"You're new here, aren't you," the white-haired boy asked finally. Gabby's hands found their way to her jeans' pockets.

"Yeah.. I just got here today."

"Well then, it's nice to meet you. People are here call me Near."

Confusion briefly shone in Gabby's eyes, before she remembered that the children went by aliases. She nodded blankly towards the boy named Near, thinking quickly of a name she could reply with for herself.

"Nice to meet you Near. You can call me Gypsy." It was a stupid, quick name, but hey, so was Near.

Near began twirling a curl of white hair with his finger. "Well, Gypsy, a word of warning. Some people around here are rougher and louder than others. You seem like a quiet person."

"Uh... Yeah..." Gabby glanced around nervously, wondering what exactly Near meant by that. However, she didn't have too much time to think about it, because a loud bell began to toll. Near slowly stood, slouched a bit with his hands in his pockets, and made his way to the door before stopping. "It's time to go to breakfast, Gypsy. I'll be happy to escort you to the cafeteria and sit with you, if you wish."

Gabby was surprised. Not only did she find herself her connection to life, she found a seemlingly nice person to talk to. Perhaps she would become friends with this white-haired boy. Then again, her trust was still far from there, so being friends would take a while, if ever. Well, so long as she had a place to sit for now, she wouldn't complain. Hopefully, it would mean less people would stare at her like a freak.

"Thank you Near. I'd be pleased to sit with you." She couldn't say she'd be too happy with it, but it was her first day. What could be expected?

That question was something Gabby should've accounted for to prepare herself for the remainder of her stay at Wammy House.

Tada! Chapter three! Sorry for the super long wait. ^_^"

I'll try to update more. Thank you for reading! See you next chapter!