It's not her problem.
Oggetto
| think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut |
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Busy days at work fly by faster.
She takes a sharp turn right, into a small lane. A shortcut, the kind that makes it easier to reach the main roads without bumping your suitcase into rushing people.
She thinks about supper; omelettes stuffed with chicken over fried rice or leftover stew, warm and hearty, soft potatoes and melting beef, maybe a bit of both since she didn't have lunch.
And then, it waves at her, her hallucination.
It's been happening more frequently, seeing the monster. It always comes at night, when the sun has set, stealing her apples and occupying the space next to her when she watches movies.
But it's her first time seeing it in broad daylight, skeleton wings deployed, almost perched on top of someone else's shoulder.
The boy, she's seen him a few times. He's a pretty face, very pretty, dressed in a school uniform she doesn't quite recognize and honestly never paid attention to. He's that kind, bored as he reads while he walks, bag thrown over his shoulder lazily and yet carefully.
She keeps her eyes in front of her, not bothering to wave back. It's one thing to speak to her hallucinations in the privacy of her apartment, it's another to greet it in the middle of the streets.
If it says something to her, she doesn't hear it. She also doesn't turn around to notice the way the boy has paused in his steps to stare after her.
She thinks about leftover stew, warm enough to make her forget the chill of December that settles deep inside her bones. Tomorrow, she'll definitely pick out a scarf.
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"Call me Ryuk." Her hallucination tells her, on the fourth, no, fifth day.
It also tells her other things, things about Shinigamis – that's what he is – about realms where the food is like dust and apples aren't tasty at all. It talks about boredom, gambling and decay.
It also tells her about Death Notes.
"Death Note?" She asks, maybe a bit bored. Every channel she lends on keeps discussing that serial killer, the new one that murders criminals with heart attacks.
"The human whose name is written in it will die." It recites easily, like an unspoken tradition. "Heart attacks if the cause of death isn't specified." It adds at her raised eyebrow.
Heart attacks, Death Notes, Kira means killer, a boy with a very pretty face, he's that type, the kind with a demon perched on his shoulder.
"Would you like a demonstration?" Her murderous Death God asks, grin wide and wicked.
She thinks about criminals dropping like flies. She thinks that nothing in this world is a coincidence.
She shakes her head (and, for just a second, she considers running for the phone, considers calling the police and explaining that her hallucination somehow told her who Kira is, but she does not).
It's not her problem.
"Any apples left?" She asks, instead of calling the police or investigating on her own or even screaming out bloody murder and running to the nearest police station.
She is rewarded with a smile that belongs in nightmares.
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