Chapter 3
When she opened her eyes, Aubrey was home once again. She looked around, taking note her sister was on the floor, the Death Note right next to her.
Aubrey jumped from the couch, running over to Lleh.
"Lleh." Aubrey shook her shoulders. "Lleh!" Lleh didn't respond. Aubrey sighed, very worried now.
She turned to her sister's Death Note. She reached down slowly, trying not to touch it. She moved her hand quickly across it. The book opened, all the way to the page. Normally, after the pages that told the rules, the rest was blank.
But, the three pages after those, names were full.
James Scurto
Markas Livingsao
Victor Yrros
Jason Ygolopa
And so forth.
Aubrey was shocked.
Lleh never wanted to use that book. She promised she wouldn't.
But, she did. Aubrey didn't know what to do. She was speechless. She looked at her sister laying there.
She was so young. So fragile. So inoccent.
She picked Lleh up, leaving the Death Note on the floor, and carried her upstairs to her room.
She needed some help.
She needed someone who understood.
Someone who could help raise Lleh, who could help her raise herself.
Lleh mumbled something in her sleep.
"What?" Aubrey asked as she laid her little sister down on her bed.
"Auntie Kimmy." Lleh said after a few moments of silence.
Aubrey smiled. That's right.