To be honest, I've always been threatened by other people, saying that I will get the beating of a life-time. I've gotten so many threats, that I've lost count. Now I'm not the type that always looks for a fight. I try to stay out of that zone. But in my old school, wearing glasses, carrying books around everywhere you go and wearing a turtle-neck was the same as painting a target on your shirt. They always went for the weak and nerdy looking people, and they have no mercy on girls.

So its been a disappointment that nothing has changed in the orphanage. A threat was the worst that I have been given in my life, so I thought Mello would let me off, or forget about it. Well, now I know that he's not the type to forget things so easily. Maybe he always remembers or he has a calendar in his room and keeps a record of everything that goes on. How he remembers is beyond me.

Three weeks have gone by after Mello threatening me, so I thought it was over and forgot about that evening. I went back to the library like I always do every night and check out another thick book for me to read. This time, it was "The Thirteenth Tale". The words were small but it didn't change my reading pace; I could read 2 pages in a minute.

I went up to my room and read the first 6 pages of it. Usually I would read more than that, heck I would even finish the book in that same night, but something in that book caught my eye. When I got to the 7th page, I found a note folded up in a small square. I unfolded it and read the red writing quietly.

I'm not going back on my word.

Meet me outside at 7:30pm on the 22nd of this month!

If you don't come, then you'll be getting more than promised.

-Mello

So he hasn't forgotten! I wonder when he put that note in my book. Unless he knew that I would check out this book and slipped it in there a couple of weeks before. So he has been observing me, knowing that I would check out a thick book and slipped the note inside. Clever.

"Whatcha got there," Linda asked, sketching something on the other side of the room. She must have noticed me reading the note instead of reading my book.

"It's a note that I found in my book. Its from Mello." I replied, showing her the note. She walked up to read the note.

"Wow! I guess he hasn't forgotten. You must be one of those special ones."

"Special?"

"Yeah. If you were an ordinary person that he would pick on, he would either forget about you, or strike sooner. He must have an interest in you." she explained, handing the note back to me.

Oh great! Now I'm special! I guess he's going to give me the "special treatment", I teased in my mind, having an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"I think you better meet him there and at least get it over with. I don't even want to imagine what he'll be giving you if you don't show up. The 22nd is this Friday which is 2 days from now." Linda said, resuming to sketch whatever she was drawing.

To me, the worst that I think he would do is probably give me one of those swirlies or something, whatever that is but I've heard that its not fun. Not fun at all.

So for the next two days, my stomach felt worse as the day got closer. I knew I would regret talking to him like that. I probably wouldn't be the first. I glanced at Mello during one of my classes and noticed that he was smirking at my direction. He probably sensed the fear inside of me, even though I was sure that I didn't show it. I just adjusted my glasses and tried to focus on my work.

The whole day on Friday, Mello was smiling. Not a happy smile but an evil smile. He must have been planning on what he would do to me. Matt was usually by his side, rolling his eyes occasionally at the smirking Mello. I skipped dinner that night and didn't go to the library either.

'I can't believe Mello is making me change my schedule. I always get a book from the library and I never skip dinner. Why am I making this night such a big deal?' I covered my head with my hands and tried to get in a comfortable position on my bed. 'I've never had a bully make me this nervous like this. He sure is something special to me.'

The door to my room opened, causing me to bolt upright, but only seeing the figure of Linda. She stared at me for a second, and walked over to her bed to set her homework down. "Wow, Ree," she said, using my alias, "I've never seen you like this before. And your not reading a book, either!"

I fell back on the bed, covering my head again. "Nobody has ever gotten me this worked up before. Mello just seems to be more promising than any other person who's picked on me." I took my glasses off and set them on my nightstand.

"Its not like your going to die. Mello has never gotten as far as killing someone." she opened her text book and flipped through the pages to the right one.

"I guess so." I glanced at the clock, noticing how the time is going slow. However, it said 7:25. I let out a tired sigh and got up from my bed. "I'll be outside now." I told Linda, heading for the door and not realizing that I forgot my glasses. Linda looked up at the clock and yelled out, "Wish you luck!"

I trudged down the stairs, a little tired than I thought I would be. Its only 7:30. I shouldn't be tired. But I didn't have that much sleep last night. Probably from the stress.

There were only a few kids outside, either playing sports or with their toys. I didn't pay attention to them only focusing on where Mello was. The orphanage has a big yard, with a lot of space, so I walked a few yards, unaware of what was sneaking behind me. I looked around me looking for a blonde boy. "Damn, if only I brought my glasses," I cursed at myself.

It was getting dark, which added to the uneasiness I was feeling from the beginning. The clouds were starting to turn reddish and the sun was ready to set on the horizon. It would have been a gorgeous night if Mello weren't going to pound me, but then again, I barely go outside. I'm always inside reading a book or doing homework and extra credit.

Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands grabbed my shoulders and twirled me around to face my assailant. Mello's hand was already in the air, ready to punch me. Surprised at the sudden grasp, I winced, keeping my eyes shut and expecting a punch in the face. But seconds passed and I didn't feel anything except for Mello's tight grip on my shoulder, which was starting to loosen. I opened my eyes, and noticed him staring at my eyes. His fist was shaking and I was sure that he was trying to find the will to punch me. I just stared at him, until he grunted and pushed me to the ground.

Matt, who I didn't notice until after I hit the ground, smirked at Mello, with his portable game in his hand (unless it was a camera). "Mello, I didn't know you had a soft spot for-"

"Shut the hell up, Matt! She's… she's not worth my time!" he said, storming back inside with Matt trailing behind him. I just spaced out for a minute, not registering what happened. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting it at all.

It wasn't until a kid came up to me that my mind went back to reality. "Are you alright?" the small kid asked with the ball in his hand. I just nodded and stood up, brushing the grass off my knees. I walked inside, climbing up the stairs and back into my room. When I opened it, I saw Linda looking at me, as if she were expecting me to be bruised and swollen.

"What happened?" she asked, setting her homework down.

"I… I don't know. Mello didn't attack. He just… look at me and pushed me to the ground." I replied dully.

Linda raised an eyebrow at me, not quite getting it either. I went over to my nightstand and put my glasses back on, adjusting to my depth perception. "Ooh," she said, "Your eyes look different when your not wearing your glasses. Was Mello looking in your eyes?" I nodded, as she continued. "Then maybe…. Maybe it was your eyes that stopped him. They look a bit bigger and they match your hair." she said, pointing at my eyes. I walked over to the mirror on my vanity and took off my glasses. They did look a bit bigger.

"I'm so used to wearing my glasses, plus I can't read without them." I thought in my mind, my hand on my chin. "I wonder what this means."

A/N: Uuuuuwaaaaah! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm soo horrible to sticking to completing stories! I start writing one until I lose interest and abandon it. Ugh, what a bad habit!

I'm sorry, kiddies but I'm afraid I can't continue this story. It did seem like a good story back then but I've been busy with school which made me lose interest in Death Note and made me move on to other fads... HHNNNGH! I FEEL HORRIBLE! Plus I'm almost a year late with this since its been in my documents for that long.

Sorry, but this story is discontinued. It was only meant to be drabbles with my OC.