Chapter Two: A present from a Shinigami
Miori ran and ran. Her breathing became very difficult and her vision went a little hazy, she stopped for a moment in a park a couple of blocks from her house. Little did Miori know though that she was being watched the entire time by a Shinigami. Walking quickly she found a small, secluded area with a big tree. Sitting under the tree and panted trying to catch her breathe, this was the reason she was cooped up all the time. Miori's lungs were damaged greatly from many infections; she couldn't run unless she wanted to suffer. Closing her eyes Miori felt herself lose consciousness. As she laid there the Shinigami that had been watching her saw that her lifespan was depleting quickly.
"What is this? Her illness shouldn't kill her…." It muttered. Suddenly, Sai, Miori's stepmother walked over to where she was. She grinned manically and pulled a small pistol from her purse, aiming it at Miori's head she was about to pull the trigger when a sudden pain ripped through her chest. Sai's hands began to shake and she dropped the gun. Shortly afterwards Sai fell to the ground, dead. A man dressed in uniform, possibly a chauffeur ran to her side, seeing that she was dead her quickly called 911. The Shinigami that saved her turned into dust and was blown away by the wind leaving only his Death Note behind. Miori woke up to sirens and saw her mother's corpse.
"What the…" She looked around in dismay when the man pointed at her and said to the police officer.
"She killed her." The officer began walking toward Miori. In a fit of panic Miori jumped to her feet and began to run again, even though she would be in pain she'd rather not go to jail for something she didn't do. Running and running she found an alley, turning quickly Miori slipped away from the officers and off into the evening. As she walked Miori wondered where she would go next, after all with Sai's death and the blame being placed on her she couldn't exactly waltz into her home again without the risk of being sent to prison. Sighing, Miori dug threw her bag. Luckily she had left her wallet in there which contained about two hundred fifty dollars. She smiled and looked ahead; there was a small café ahead. Miori was feeling a little hungry so she went inside and bought a sandwich, thanking the person she walked out happily munching on the sandwich when suddenly something fell at her feet. Miori jumped back a little and looked down, a small black notebook lie at her feet.
