Finally! A post! Enjoy!
"Where is my life going, L?" Jill groaned from her(almost permanent) position on the couch. If she laid there any longer her ability to walk would cease exist. Of course, it was all in her head. Everything was these days. No sleep can cause insanity...or a least it felt like it. She always assumed the worst. No sleep can also kill you, make you stupid, make you ugly - okay, maybe that last one wasn't true, but the dangerous bags under her eyes said different.
When L didn't respond, Jill looked over at him. He didn't gave her a glance.
"I guess no response means nowhere. I'm going to die in a hotel room!"
"I'll give you the proper burial." L muttered. Jill's ears twitched at the rare occurring sound.
"So you do talk?" Jill perked up.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you do! Why do you purposely ignore me?" The woman had her hand flailing, disrupting her balance on the couch. She hit the floor with a thud. Her face was eating carpet, and she was positive the cast's weight had broken her other foot. "Ouch..."
"Was that the other ankle, Jill?" L said, commenting on the obvious.
Jill groaned, repeatedly banging her head into the floor.
"Are you just going to lie there all day, abusing yourself?"
"Why do you enjoy my misery?" Jill mumbled into the carpet.
"I'll go get Watari." L shut his laptop as he hopped off his seat.
Once L left the room, Jill started mumbling profanities to herself. This is my fault...but it feels more like L's. He always gets me so worked up, so frustrated, so, so frustrated! "Ugh! I hate that man...!"
Once L finally got Watari, to move Jill to the bedroom. Jill protested, in an immature manner, that there was nothing to do in the bedroom. L replied something along the lines of "Too clumsy to relax."
"I will scream if you leave me in here like this!" She called just before L could reach the door.
"I don't have time for this, Jill. I hate to have to keep babysitting you, I have work." L said simply.
Jill crossed her arms and pouted, "Bite me."
L shrugged off her comment and left the room.
"You could have at least left the TV on!" Jill yelled. She sighed, slouching as much as she could. She wanted to march right into that living room, cast and all, and shove L's face into a pillow. She could never understand why L treated her like she was his pet.
Out of all the jobs in the world she had to have this one. Why? Because it paid more. For that simple reason she was stuck with the world's heartless human and a murderer who haunted her dreams.
"Think I might just be stupid.." Jill mumbled to herself. She realised she might have made the biggest mistake of her life. The thought made her a bit home sick. She missed her mother, and the rare mention of her made Jill clutch her stomach. If it hadn't been for this job her mother might be alive...but then again Jill wouldn't be. Tears formed in her eyes. "L!" Jill called, her voice shook.
Within a few minutes L peeked in the door. "Oh, Miss Jill, I thought you had another nightmare by the sound of your voice."
"I didn't..." Jill muttered.
"Then please don't interrupt-"
"I miss my mom!" Jill shouted. "What am I suppose to do? I didn't even go to her funeral or visit her grave or even see if she was buried! I bet she hates me for leaving her there in that house by herself!" Jill poured out unaware of the tears pouring down her face.
L stayed quiet.
"She died by herself, she was alone! I-I-I'm-"
"Jill." L said. "Listen to me." He walked over to the edge of the bed. "Nothing you could have done would have changed the fact that your mother is dead! You weren't there that day for a reason."
Jill stared L in the eye, staring at him deeply enough to-for the first time-read him. "You let him kill my mother!" Jill cried. She attempted to lung at the man but she was stopped short by her cast. She landed on her knees, just a few inches away from L. She hung her head, clenching the sheets.
"No, I just saved you." L whispered.