Death Note - J (Discontinued)

□Chapter 24□ - Home Sweet Home...well, not really

    And it's locked. Of course! No way I can find the key. When all else fails, kick the door down and thank the bits of field training you retained. I turned towards the living room to see if Ayame-san had any reaction, there was nothing. I gulped and looked in the room.

    Boxes. About three boxes. It's a really small storage room. Whatever I was hiding, I guess it was all for nothing now.

    By the time I took a few steps in, there was already a feeling familiarity, and I walked to a...specific-feeling spot. Muscle memory perhaps? "Which box should I open first?" I asked myself.

   But when I turned my head to the right, there was something that took me by surprise. Melatonin pills... I thought I was done with those, haha...

    When my habits of staying up too much began, those were my last resort...I think. No, that had to be longer ago. I move them aside and decide to open the box they were sitting on. It had no label, no tape, and was about the size of a jewelry box. Except it didn't have jewelry,  it had a journal. Well this should make things easier...

    Entry 1:

This should help me with writing, so I'll just do this whenever it gets lonley.

It's the same everyday, it's like we do nothing but wake up, go through the day, then sleep and the cycle repeats again. It's boring, really. What can I do?

    I skipped several pages.

    Entry 12:

Nothing to say, an uneventful day.

    A huge chunck of the pages had the same exact thing writen in it. After skipping several other legitimate entries, I found one that had some interesting words in it.

    Entry 27:

So I've kept you for a little over a year now, what should I name you? Should I give you a name like Anne Frank? That's weird though, so maybe not. If only you could respond.

    I remember this... back at that stupid house...  Blurry images of kids where starting to surface in the back of my mind. I was always watching others, never involved. I felt like I didn't belong, just some object in the backround.

    Entry 48:

No one to speak to, only you. That's all.

    I was never in fully engaged conversations, I never attempted to befriend anyone, I never wanted to get attched to someone. Why? I wonder why...

    Why...? It finally clicked. I had witnessed someone betray a friend, and the reaction from the person was full of anger and sadness, just being there pulled at my heartstrings to the point where I wanted to cry. I was so afraid of that happening to me that...

    I kneeled down and sat on my feet, placing my arms on a box and rested my beginning to ache head there and stared at the pale wall.

    'What's your name?'

    'Tell me yours first. L isn't a name, just a letter.'

    Could that be one of the first conversations we had?

       'I can't do that.'

    I stood back up and flipped towards the end of the thick journal, eventually hitting the last entry that took up quite a few pages.

    I can start a new life with a different mind. I won't really forget all of this, but I can tell myself to push these memories so far away that it will be like I never experienced them. Will I remember this? I do remember trying a few times, but how would I know if I was successful? Hm, crazy isn't it? No, I'm the one who's crazy, talking to you like you've been the person to council me whenever I had problems. You were quite the working therapist,  huh? A session almost everyday...and I still talk to you like you're a real person.

    I've only been talking to myself.

    I stopped reading after that and slammed the book shut. That, what I just read, was what I believed I did. But really... with the help of Ryuuzaki... I got rid of some memories I didn't want to know, like that dream reminded me.

    But they kept coming back. Why? Who knows? But it was always in sleep...eventually there would be something I considered a nightmare and would forget about as soon as I woke up, but I would be so terrified from just the blurry images still in my mind that I decided to sleep less.

    But why was I able to trust others? Why can I speak so normally?

   'So, why are you talking to me?'

    'You seem like a lone wolf. But also someone that wants to talk to others.'

    ~☆~

Dat last line though was brought to you by personal experience and inspiration after watching Hercules :3

Another short one with a crazy busy day tommorow, I may have to reply to comments and stuff a lot later. G'night!!

    *unedited*

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    ***Gosh flipping darn it the notes got annoying again. Anyways, unless you remember the original chapter, you won't know what that shitty last line I made up was. Bye~***

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