A/N: So here's chapter 4! Little L has gone through a lot in his short life, and there's still so much more to come Please leave a review!
P.S: I do not own the lyrics. They are from the song: Shattered by Trading Yesterday. I do not own the quote either.
Chapter 4: Faith.
Two weeks had passed since that eventful night. After two spoons of vegetables, four cakes and a lot of sugar cubes; ("I'll give you this strawberry if you keep it a secret okay?") I was dismissed from the hospital. Where was I going to go? Who was I going to live with?
I was sitting in the back of this kind man's car. He offered me a Bourbon biscuit, I accepted… 6 of them. Not even my sweet supplements could fill the void. I had no purpose to serve; I was a waste of space, a waste of a life. We sat in silence, listening to the radio. I didn't know any of the songs but some of them were decent; I wondered where he was taking me.
…"And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand, why my heart is so broken…"
Why? Why did those sixteen words, those nineteen syllables hurt me so much? "They're just lyrics L, they're just lyrics" I muttered to myself; a single tear spilling from my eyes. I didn't feel like L Lawliet, I had just lost my second parent. Of course my heart would be broken.
We pulled up outside an old house. The house was rather large, with flowers either side of the door. A middle-aged woman approached the gate; wide smile spread across her face.
"Hello, L. I will be taking care of you for a while. My name's Faith." I stared into her emerald eyes; honestly can be told within the eyes. She seemed genuine, a warm-hearted woman. I couldn't help but notice that her eyes matched my father's though. I didn't dwell on that for too long, there was a distant sweet smell in the air. Could it possibly be cake? I dashed out of the car, leaving them both stunned as I sped into the woman's house, peering around, looking for the kitchen.
"That's the most active he's been since his father ran away" the kind man (whose name I never learnt) stated. They both laughed, and then went to see where I had headed off to.
Another great deduction if I must say so myself. There was indeed cake in the oven, cooking nicely. It smelt so good; I wanted to eat it all, even if it was still undercooked. Faith appeared behind me, her soft chuckle travelling across the kitchen.
"Do you want some cake, dear? I made another one earlier, I heard that you liked sugar", her laugh filling the room once again. I nodded and proceeded to sit at the table, realising that I was too short. Faith looked around to see me struggling to get on a chair; she picked me up and placed me on the head chair, with several books underneath me. "Here you go; you tell me if you want more". I liked Faith. I liked her cake just as much. With jam and cream in the middle, and the top of the cake sprinkled with icing sugar; it was like heaven on a plate.
Three slices of cake and a glass of orange juice (that was far too bitter for my liking) later; the kind man left, leaving me and Faith to get to know each other a bit better.
"So, what are you in to L? Do you like Pokémon, Football?"
"Neither. I prefer 'Dexter's Lab' and tennis."
"Oh. Are you good at tennis?"
"I'm working on that. With a lower-than-average height net I am very good. What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"Bake. I love baking cakes and biscuits. It's very fortunate that my foster son likes sugar. You will get plenty of it here!" Why hadn't my father been like this? This woman actually cared for me; maybe I was worth something after all.
A/N: This chapter is really badly written. I'm sorry! I've got a pile of work to do, but I really wanted to update for you guys. Chapter 5 will be a LOT better I promise! Either way drop me a review, pleaseeeeee! I'm glad the story is starting to cheer up a little bit though!