(A/N Hey there. How is it going?

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. That'd be awesome though, and I know this is late. Forgot to put it in the first chapter.)

"What is your name?" he asked out of the blue.

"Echo." I said simply, turning away on my heel once again.

I got a few steps away, but he stopped me.

"Wait." He said following me.

"What." I said slowly taking little steps away from this guy.

"You did not ask my name." I restrained myself from rolling my eyes.

"Okay." I said walking off again. I knew it was rude, but I didn't care for this guy…or at least, tried not to show I did just the slightest.

"Come on…" he trailed off, I wondered why he did.

He speed walked in front of my, making me bump into him.

I was getting a little mad at how much this guy wanted to introduce himself.

"Okay, what happens to be your name?" I said mockingly.

He snickered and said in a velvety voice "Backup, but you can call me B…that was not so bad, right?" his face softened.

"I guess not." I said stepping around him.

"See you around…Oh, wait." He said catching up to me, now walking beside me.

"Hm?" I said looking straight forward hoping he would go away and leave me alone.

"Why have I not seen you around here?" I internally smirked.

"I don't know, maybe you're not that observant." I tried to keep my frustration from showing.

He snickered and said "That says a lot coming from you." He said smiling.

I stopped "What is that supposed to mean?" he looked away as if trying to hide something.

"Oh, nothing…" and he stopped. I kept walking, wanting to look back, but I just thought it'd be better if I didn't. I was heading for my room now, almost there.

Thump

Thump

Thump

I turned around this time, to see B banging his forehead against the wall.

Geez…why is he doing that? Errg.

I walked back towards him, and grabbed his hair by the back of his head right in time before he hit his head again. I had my emotionless face on…but I felt that I could be easily read around him…

I let go of his hair and he stood up, looking at me now.

"Want to hang out?" he said. I was defiantly taken aback by this question. Why would he ask ME that…?

I guess I took a while to respond because his head tilted…and I was staring. Well…he is a bit cute…why is he being to welcoming?…wait…what did I just think before that..?

"No." I said dryly. I saw a split second of a frown tug at his thin lips. He looked away at the ground.

"Oh, alright then." He turned on his heel and walked away, back bent and hands in his pockets, looking at the floor.

I wasn't too pleased with what you did…

Why would he ask that? No one has ever asked that. Why was he so sad after my reply? Did I hurt his feelings? Why am I getting so worked up over this? More-over, why am I thinking about him so much?

I asked myself these questions as I slowly walked to my room…I wasn't even hungry anymore. I opened my bedroom door and set the bag of treats on my bed.

I sat down on your chair, looking outside my window. It was dark now, I could see the moon. Full and shining bright, most I've ever seen…

Mom…I remember when you said full moons' mean a new beginning…a fresh start…so, what's going to happen?

I curled up in the chair and leaned my head back to look up at the ceiling. I felt my eyelids get heavy, I didn't want to fall asleep, too many things not thoroughly thought about…but I fell asleep.

I woke up in a bed, I knew it was mine…I got up and walked down stairs for breakfast. I heard fierce talking Huh, mom and dad never get into fights…

I saw a man holding a gun to my father's head.

BANG.

I choked on my breath. I covered my mouth trying not to scream or break down in tears.

The man moved the deadly gun to my mother. "PLEASE, DON'T!" she yelled. The man smirked and pulled the trigger. My mother screamed a blood curdling scream, blood splattered on the kitchen walls, she fell down, limp…dead.

I even saw the breakfast on the table, still warm and slightly steaming.

I let out a shriek, not containable anymore. The man looked over his shoulder then pointed the gun my way. My eyes widened and I ran. I heard a bang and apparently the man missed and shot the wall.

I didn't know where to go, I was running on pure adrenaline.

"COME HERE LITTLE GIRL!" the man hollered with the gun. The tears in my eyes blinding me almost. I decided to run out the door and go to a mini hideout I had made for yourself a while back. I opened and closed the vent door as fast as I could, while hearing the man's heavy steps get closer and closer.

The hideout I had was in a little vent that was broken. It had just enough room to fit me nicely, I even had a couple of water bottles and a few canned goods…not that I planned for this to happen, just in case I needed to hide for an amount of time. I got in and closed the vent off right as he turned the corner.

I held my unsteady breath, trying not to choke out sobs. His heavy feet went right past as he checked everywhere. He looked through the bushes and up the tree thoroughly.

After a few long minutes, he left. He left in a big truck that was black. I heard the truck drive away, I broke down. I curled up knees to my face, not knowing what to do. I couldn't breathe, the sobs were just too much. I cried for hours, in that little vent, I eyes felt like they would even ran out of tears, and my mouth was very dry.

Just when I was about to break down into another fit of sobbing and depression, the sound of a car pulling up came to my ears. I heard steps crunch under the grass in the yard. I was completely silent, listening to the person. They knocked on the door, and waited. I almost cried again from the remembrance of my parents.

The person came around the house, heading to the back yard. The feet stopped right in front of my vent. A man peered into the vent and smiled.

"Hello." He said removing the vent door.

I crouched even more and moved further into the vent in fear. He held out a hand in the vent…I did not grab it, I spit at it. "Fear not, your parents told me to come for you if something happened to them." He said with a friendly smile, looking into the vent where I was.

He held out his hand once again and I took it. What worse can possibly happen to me? I don't have anything to lose. I thought climbing out of the vent with his assistance. He smiled again and led me to the limo, I gawked at it, "Uh…who are you?"

"Watari. From Wammy's House, I will take you in, and care for you."

I smiled grimly at the word 'Care'.

"Oh…" he helped my fragile body into the limo.

"Do not worry, You'll be fine, I am sorry for what happened. They were good people."

I nodded in agreement getting teary eyes again.

He got into the limo's drivers' seat and drove off.

I didn't know where I was going, but I was defiantly lost. I didn't have a home, you didn't have anyone who loved you, or anyone to love.

Watari stopped the limo at a mansion. It was labeled "Wammy's House".

"This is an orphanage." I visibly flinched at the word 'Orphanage'.

"O-o-okay." He grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

An old man stood to welcome me.

"Hello," he said, smiling.

"Hi." He gave me a hand shake, me barely shaking back.

"I am Rodger."

I nodded and looked around, a few kids playing with some objects and tagging each other.

I felt out of place, lost…

I woke up, sweating, crying, freaked out. And depressed.

It was just a dream…a nightmare…a real one…GODDAMNIT!

I curled up and cried into my pillow, I didn't care anymore, these emotions have been held back too long.

Anger, sadness, depression, rage, disappointment, lost, raced through me, it was overwhelming.

About an hour of sobbing and crying everything I had out, I got myself together.

I got up and walked over to the window. It was almost morning, the sun peeking over the trees and mountains in the distance. I grabbed a book, and sat in my black chair. I wanted to forget my nightmare…the true nightmare of my life.

I read for hours, now the sun was completely up. I saw the kids below me having fun with other kids. I frowned upon at them…the only emotion I was missing is happiness.