Warning: Talk of past Rape
Yume
" Whore get the fuck up ," I imagined a man shout everytime my seven year old brother yells that breakfast is ready through my bedroom door.
I climb out of the bed in a hurry without a thought to the blankets that have come to cage my body during the night.
I'm a tripping mess in a matter of seconds without much time to scream before my face slammed against the cheap stained carpet.
" I'm sorry," I loudly apologized to an evil man that had not really been there since a fateful Tuesday about five weeks ago.
" Yume are you okay," My little brother asks as he tries to open a door that is both locked and barricaded to the finest degree.
" Tell mom I will be down in a minute, Ren ," I say after a long moment of simply watching the door handle move and silently willing myself to believe that I had the power to determine who would enter my bedroom or not.
" Fine," I hear Ren bite out before he stomped down the stairs already done with the game I had been playing ruthlessly since that fateful Tuesday.
There is a burning sensation coming to linger upon my face as I escape from my blanket constructed prison.
I slowly wandered over to my vanity , picking up the scattered pieces of my wrinkly school uniform off the ground as I went along.
Now normal black eye bags come to mock me as I dare to stare into the truthful mirror for yet another day.
" Mirror mirror on the wall who is the unluckiest girl of all," I whispered as I lightly touched the new throbbing blisters forming on my face.
" I'm far luckier than most there is still breath in my lungs and life in my eyes ," I dare to say with a small smile.
Slowly with a recently practiced hand I go about creating a fragile mask to hide behind with only a few simple powders.
I only have a small plastic comb to battle the two day old tangled jungle that my hair has become.
In the end my cheap plastic weapon loses the war against my moody purple hair.
In the midst of defeat I ripped chunks of my hair out until the stupid comb was rescued from its tangled cage.
Laughter filled my messy bedroom with a loud intensity so screams and sobs would not.
" I'm far luckier than all of the living and dead victims combined because at the very least I appreciate the humor of my suffering," I said, feeling as if all the universe was shaking their heads and calling my little act in the mirror pure bullshit.
It was pure bullshit but it was better than completely dealing with a fucked up bittersweet reality.
A bittersweet reality that had been revealed by two red stripes on a pee covered stick in some rundown store restroom.
The aromas of bacon and eggs thankfully only registers to my nose when I'm just about to climb out of the window.
Today I'm only plagued with a brief minute of overwhelming nausea before it faded away into the backdrop of my mind .
I dropped my school bag out of the window without a thought to what might break during its graceless fall.
I took my time climbing down the side of my house even if my first class had already started 20 minutes ago.
School was nothing more than a useless distraction at this point anyways.
My eyes darted around the untidy front yard and down the street a short ways already expecting the devil man to appear so he could put a stop to my little escape.
The sound of the front door creaking open filled my ears as I hoisted the straps of the backpack onto my shoulders.
" It's not healthy to skip breakfast you know ," My adoptive mother says with a touch of concern in her tone.
" I need to get to school . I'm already late ," I said softly ignoring my instinct to scream and glare at the spineless woman.
" Yume , don't go to school looking like some unkempt fool. It's not a good image to have ," she said with a sharp commanding tone as I went about unlocking the front gate leading out onto the sidewalk.
Looking absently down at my wrinkled uniform and blowing a wad of tangled purple locks out of my eyes causes me to grin bitterly over at this spineless woman.
" Having a good image is bullshit to you . If it was so important to have one you would have at least tried to keep that man from… hurting me ," I said with a small anxiety cursed laugh.
" Go to school and have a great day sweetie. Never forget though about what happened last time you opened your mouth and told the truth… Your truth was ignored and forgotten. No one will give a damn about helping you ," the spineless woman growled before disappearing back inside her little rundown house of horrors .
The sound of the creaking front door being slammed shut echoed throughout my mind as I wandered down the uniquely desolate sidewalk.
I had run down this street once shouting for help after someone had raped me for the first time three years ago.
A kind old lady had eventually come to my aid .
" It's going to be okay," the old woman had promised me with a smile before the police arrived with their cold questions and unbelieving minds.
In the end I was never okay again and that old woman was the last person to truly try to help me .
It was during the second period of the day when I finally arrived at school.
The courtyard was quiet and void of people, thankfully as I made my way slowly through it.
The hideous song of a raven perched upon a tree branch stole my focus away from my mission of getting to English class.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the raven was staring, almost seeming to glare at me with his beady ebony gaze.
The dreadful creature took flight as his dreadful song came to its conclusion and my eyes trailed after his soaring form for a short time.
The raven flew over a lonesome black notebook lying amongst the small grass clearing.
He circled it like a vulture would a rotting corpse while he began to sing his hideous song once again .
Come closer to it… I dare you, the ravens ebony glare seemed to dare me when it came to rest silently on the back of a bench.
I bit the bottom of my lip and almost walked away from this peculiar sight .
Curiosity rose up inside of my spirit , stealing away my will to flee from this ominous mystery.
What did I really have to lose by getting a closer look at a notebook?
It's not as if I'm making a deal with a Demon or the Devil?
When I absentmindedly dropped my book bag on the bench the raven went bolting towards the heavens in a rather panicked fashion .
" Coward ," I muttered underneath my breath as I watched his black form disappear quickly in the distance.
When he was completely gone I turned my focus back onto the notebook .
The words Death Note were written with a unique slightly bazaar style across the front cover of the black journal.
With a raised eyebrow I picked this … Death Note up from the ground without much thought and flipped it open to the first page.
" The human whose name is written in this note shall die," were the dreadful words I found myself reading and saying out loud to an audience I thought was only made up of silence.
" It's like one of those chain letters, a stupid sick joke," A male's voice said from behind me rather suddenly.
A scream was weakly held captive in my throat as my teeth bit harshly down upon my bottom lip.
Fight was the only clear thought floating through my mind as an ancient type of terror seized control over it.
A harsh slapping noise and a man cursing were the only things to register in my mind for a long while before the realization of what I had done hit me.
" I'm so sorry ," I stuttered as a small red mark began to take form upon Yagami Light's cheek.
" It's fine. Don't worry about it, I deserve it after scaring you," Light said with an understanding smile , his nearly crimson eyes seemed to be stubbornly fixated upon the Death Note resting in my shaking hands.
" But it's still not everyday I must say that one gets slapped in the face with a … Death Note of all things."
Authors note: This is the end of part one of this series.