Memories
Pairings: None for now.
Date Started & Ending Date: started on 7.20.08 and finished on 7.21.08: 12:45 PM.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters
A/N: Review please, it will help me with courage and the speed of my updates. Ideas and notices on my mistakes will be highly appreciated. Forgive me for any misspelled words, if this was hard to follow, and bad grammar.
Oh...: I am getting most discouraged. My reviewers became fewer, I do not feel the need to continue this much longer. If no review is given, I shall stop. I apologize.
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I can feel Death lurking near. I'm actually happy that it is. I don't fear it. I'm actually happy at the state I'm in right now. I stop struggling and let my hands fall limp next to my body. I can almost feel Death itself now. I close my eyes slowly and silently thank...
"You're not dying on me yet, boy." The sharp voice causes me to open my eyes and stare again at the person I hate in front of me. He lets go of my throbbing neck and watches me cough and spit out crimson blood.
"You're going to live with me again. Isn't that great? We're going to be a... a family again." A small smile plays at his lips. "I know how much you missed me..."
I wince as he edges closer, can't helping the soft whimper that escapes my lips as my hair was pulled at tightly.
"Look... that one guy's not gonna come back to save you. He doesn't care about you. He probably knows by now that you're just a piece of trash." His breath tickles my ear, as he is too close to my face. "You were never loved and you aren't going to be loved now."
I don't look into his eyes. His face is only about an inch away from my face.
"Are you in pain, Lawliet?" He smirks. "Are you, Lawliet?"
I give no answer and turn away. I feel disgusted at myself for being so weak. I want to die. I want to so badly. My thoughts on suicide is stronger than ever but I can't find anything to kill myself with. I want to bring up my courage to stand up against him but I can not find the voice to do so. I start weeping uncontrollably.
"Please... please just leave me alone. What have I ever done to you to receive this kind of treatment? Why do you hate me so much? You were my own step-father and yet you treat me like some slave! Leave me alone... please... just... just kill me. Please... do it. No one will find out. Just kill me now..."
Father's eyes are lain upon me. I know he doesn't feel an ounce of regret nor does he care about me still. I can feel him smirking. I can see him smirking. He doesn't kill me as I asked him to. He beats me but does not kill me. Oh do I wish that the blows would though.
"Sir, you should really put that club down. The kid beneath you is in pain. You should leave him alone, mister."
I look around to see nobody. It must be only my imagination. My last bid of hope is gone. I brace myself and wait for the next hit... but never get it. I look up timidly at him and bite back a scream.
I watch step-father stumble to the wall, a short dagger stabbed into his stomach. His breaths are short and I know he can't live. I look around for the murderer but I see no one... except for two eyes in the shadows. I turn around as I run to help the man I hated so much. I don't know why. I tell myself to stop but I can't. I still feel that I can not leave him.
"Why are you helping the one that tortured you so? Don't you hate him?"
"I do... I suppose. It's... it's... I don't know." I stammer and turn around. "But thank--" but he is no longer there.
I dumbly stare and continue to bandage the injured man. "...You..."
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A/N: Yes, I added a third... fourth character finally... This chapter was "uber fail". I do not think this new person will stay in the story long though. A stupid ending, I know. But I was too tired to write anymore. I hope you enjoyed. Ah... Did I do well? Did I not? Review please, for they will encourage me to post up another chapter. No review, no next chapter.
