The Wind Is Catching Up

By Nightgod_Kira

I didn't know what it was... this strange feeling. I was wondering if I was just imagining it, as usual. That way you think about something so much that it starts to feel real.

I came here about one hour ago, because I prefer having some time by myself before meeting with someone. It's not that I don't enjoy their company, but you just don't get to relax and dream the way you do when you are alone (unless they are a special friend or significant other). After having gone through some stores I had settled down on a bench in the nearby park, which to be honest, I imagined to be a bit more relaxing. After about three minutes I had started to walk around the park, going slowly back and forth on the little gravel paths.

I didn't think it was unusual at first — I often am pretty nervous before meeting with people — but this uneasy feeling just didn't want to go away. I didn't feel in danger, but simply like something around me was off.

There wasn't really much to look at and the park actually was more a small green area with a few trees. The only interesting things around were some ruins of an old church and the court building on the opposite site of the street surrounding the park.

I had been here a few times already and this place always made me feel rather sad for some unknown reason. The more I was weirded out by that persistent feeling of distress.

20 minutes.

I decided to read the little information signs on the church ruins to distract myself, hoping that by the time I was through my friend would arrive. Well… after having read each sign at least twice, which was awfully boring to say the least, I decided that this wouldn't do. I checked my phone just to see my friend having texted me that they will be at least 5 minutes late. That meant it was at least still 17 minutes from now.

A cold breeze hit me, causing me to tug my scarf a bit tighter around my neck. It was almost November and the leaves were all turned a shade of yellow, orange or red by now; most of them already on the ground. At least it wasn't raining. That would have made this already uncomfortable situation even worse.

13 minutes.

I started to walk back past the ruins to the bench I had sat on earlier when another breeze struck me from the front. The cold wind was creeping under my coat, blowing it up behind me and messing up my hair. I focused my thoughts on the bench, trying to ignore the cold, as suddenly a noise caught my attention. I jumped a bit from the closeness of the dropping-sound right behind me. I suddenly felt like my mind was blank. As I hesitantly turned my head around my eyes catch sight of the ominous object and I slowly turn around.

A black notebook.

As if meant just for me, it lies now in front of me in the gravel. Feeling my eyes were almost glued to the dubious notebook I tore my gaze away to check my surroundings. No soul around; just me and the black book.

I tried to figure out where it could possibly have come from, but there was nothing that seemed realistic. I reluctantly stepped closer. 'Is it really what I think it is?… It can't be, right?' I checked behind me again. Only a few passengers walking past the park on the opposite side; no one else around.

My heart started beating in a strange rhythm; I couldn't quite place if it was fast or not. I took my hands from my pockets, still not daring to move any further. 'Should I..? Maybe it's a trick?' I looked around once more. 'No. I don't believe it's fake… It has to be real. Please be real! '

Now my heart was racing. I bent down, reaching for the black notebook.

'No going back now.'

The instant my fingertips touched the note a familiar shiver ran through me. ' Deja vu~' Cold, shocking, numbing my senses. The world around me seemed to stand still as I started to lift it from the ground. Bringing it to my chest, my eyes slowly moved upwards with my back; looking for Him.

Before the notebook touched my chest I turned it around, my eyes now back on the strange object. And there it was: In white ink " Death Note" was written on the black cover.

I stood up straight as a worrying thought of looking suspicious crossed my mind. But there was still no one around. I didn't know how much time had passed and for a moment I was scared to find my friend at the crossroad we agreed to meet at. 'Calm down, calm down.' My hand wandered over the cover. Again I scanned my surroundings in search of the owner, but I couldn't seem to find him. I had almost expected to have him laughing at my face when I was picking up the note.

Startled by the buzzing of my phone I was torn from my thoughts. Checking the message panic overcame me. 'Shit! Fast, I have to hide it!' With my eyes on the crossroad I tried to stuff the Death Note into my bag, hoping to find my friend before they would catch sight of me. I spotted them looking at their phone, probably texting me for my whereabouts. Closing up my bag I walked towards them, taking a deep breath to shrug off the nervousness. 'Not now. I can still check it later.' Our eyes met and I put on a smile, already fearing my thoughts wouldn't be with them today.

To be continued….