Gonna be my first multi-chapter story. (victory dance time) I'm hoping I'll carry through with this till the end. If I don't make it to at least 10 chapters by the end of two weeks, someone PLEASE slap me.
Rated due to language, and violence.
Disclaimer: If Death Note really belonged to me, would I be doing this on here?
Prelude
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Kick. Shit. It hit something…
Rose looked up. Oh. It's just the house… her home, perhaps. If you could call it that. 7 years old, but she didn't consider it a home. Her parents didn't give a damn about her, and the place was run down. One story white house, paint peeling and front porch falling to pieces. Just like nearly every other house in this neighborhood. It would disgust even the lowest middle class people. However, Rose was accustomed to it. She had been here since she was born.
Slam.
Screams.
Huh… Rose thought quietly, seems like they're fighting again. She looked up at her mother's face as she ran on the front porch. Glassy eyed, and reeking of alcohol. Rose could smell it from three feet away. Then she looked to her mother's hand. Oh, what's this? Rose's mouth turned up into a smirk, almost a grimace. A bloody knife. Not her mother's blood, of course. Just her stoner father's, dripping down, hitting the rotting wood with light drips. Her mother's once white shirt was now darkened with her father's blood, and with dirt and ashes. Rose raised her eyebrows. She hadn't ever seen that happen before. He mother has pulled a knife on her father before, a few times, but has never cut him.
Slams.
Glass shatters from the front door, her wild eyed father standing in it all. Blood dripped steadily down his arm, staining the glass and the wood. His glassy eyes shot around, looking a Rose for a short second, then staying on her mother.
He raises his right arm, gun in hand, finger on the trigger.
Rose turns and runs, no watching as her drug dealer father and prostitute mother slowly and surely murder each other.
She keeps running.
I am well aware that it is short. Most preludes are, in my cases. However, there shall be another chapter up tomorrow, showing exactly how this leads to death note. Don't ask about the details. My parents fight a lot. (Not that bad. We don't own a gun, silly people. They're still alive, too.)