L/Ryuuzaki's P.O.V.
The first thing I saw was the blood. I saw a whole pool of blood on the floor, and in the middle of it was the prime suspect for the Kira case. He was curled in a ball with a knife in his hand, holding his left wrist to his chest. He was on his side and covered in blood, as if he had been rolling around in it. I realised what had happened almost immediately, and I began running back to the office where he was currently located.
Light's P.O.V.
As soon as I had heard the bathroom door close, I lost it. I saw the cart which had Ryuuzaki's food on it, and I rummaged for a knife. I was only planning on making a few incisions, but I ended up doing a lot more damage. I had gotten a rush of adrenaline just before the knife had reached my arm, and I made a split second decision; I wanted to die. That was the feeling that had overcome me, that I just wanted to end it all. I didn't know what, if anything, was beyond death, and I didn't know if it would be better than this or worse. But it was worth a try, so I went for it. I knew L would be the one to find me, and I felt a little bad about that, because I honestly didn't hate him. I then sllid the sharp insturment down my wrist, from the crook of my elbow to the base of my hand. By this time I was on the floor. The only thing I could think of was how much I wanted to die before L got there, so I wouldn't have any chance of living, and so I wouldn't see his face when he saw me. I was in enough agony already.
By the time I heard footsteps, I was already fading out of conciousness.
L/Ryuuzaki's P.O.V.
When I got to him, he was still alive. At first, I started to dial 911. Then I realized that we do indeed have a medical facility a few rooms over. I picked up the bleeding and unconcious teen and ran him down the hall. The medical profesionals were extremely frightened, but seemed to handle themselves better after a few seconds. They immediately took Light into a back room where I was not allowed to follow. I ran to go change and inform the cleaning staff of the mess. If I had tried to commit suicide, I would want no reminders left around. As soon as I had changed, I ran back down to the infirmary, where I was informed Light was doing well, but still not out of the woods yet. I decided to call the buildings room service to tell them to remove all weapons, sharp items, and non-critical medicines from the premisis. I wanted to set Light up for sucsess if he made it, and secretly, I knew I was pretty disturbed at the moment. I definetly didn't want to end up in the same situation as Light. I had some tough decisions to make before Light woke up.
I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened, unless Light told me to do so. I would tell them that Light was sick, that we would be in the ifirmary for awhile, and that no one,including family, was aloud to visit for security reasons. Really, we would stay on one of the other floors, upstairs somewhere. I would have to be very careful as to not set him off, since he was so fragile at the moment. I would have to tell Watari, though, but not in great detail. I was glad he was in england at the moment, this way I wouldn't have to explain this so soon.
Suddenly I felt a pang in my stomach. This meant I certainly couldn't leave him alone fro any period of time, including bathroom breaks. It meant no cutting time. I put that thought out of my mind. It was my cutting that landed him here, wasn't it? It was my stupidness because I didn't monitor him, and it was my stupid cutting that made me leave in the first place. It was my fault, all my fault.
It was my fault, just like it was my fault my parents died. Just like it was my fault Kira was still on the loose. Everything was my fault.
I wanted to follow Light's example so badly in that moment, but I knew that he would need someone to be there with him when he got out of the infirmary. So instead, I cried. I cried so hard that I felt nauseated. I ran to the bathroom and I cut, but this time, it was different. I sat on the floor, rolled up my pants, and sliced around thirty cuts, all over my shins, each fairly shallow. Each time the blade made a clean cut, just about an inch long. I couldn't really believe that I was doing it, but I was. I was in a kind of mindless trance, where physical pain didn't exist. I was still crying the whole way through. I knew I should bandage my legs, but I sat there for a good twenty minutes, staring at the ever-growing blood puddle before I finally decided to move. I got out the first aid kit, washed my legs, and bandaged them with gauze and medical tape. When I walked out of the bathroom, I got a strange look from a nurse. I realized that I had a giant bloodstain on my butt, and probably looked like I was a girl getting a suprise visit from mother nature. The only problem was that I wasn't a girl. So I ran and changed my clothes for the second time that day.
A/N: I know, the end part was... weird. Lol. But the begining of the end part (where L starts crying and cutting, not about the stain) was based off of a real experience I had. LOL yea. But then I realized if he was sitting in a puddle of blood... wouldn't there be a stain like right there...? And I had to put that in when I thought of it LOL yea. So, sorry if that was weird. But, some of the parts of the story are based off of my actual experiences... I know. I'm weird and depressed ^^ lol but that what makes me write ^^. And also, I achieved a goal. No dialouge! In most of my writing, there's too much dialouge! So... yea ^^. And I limited the P.O.V. switches, which was hard but rewarding. So... :D. BTW, this is my first Author's Note. Lol. Just wanted to say thanks for the reviews, alerts, and favorites, they make me inspired to keep writing! Thanks!!!
-Misty
