You have to be ready to replace him if something happens.
You're the only one who can take over if he dies.
You have to be ready to finish all his cases, to live up to his reputation, to BE him.
All these thoughts are too much for this mind to bare…all this pressure is simply too much, he thought to himself as he stood up on the chair, the rope held tightly in his hands.
"I can't be who they need me to be" he said with a shaky voice, "I can't live with this pressure anymore of being the alternative, the replacement of the worlds' greatest detective..."
He took one last look around his room at Wammy's House, the only home he's ever known, as he put the rope around his neck. He looked at the small wooden desk against the back wall that he spent his days studying, preparing for the time when he may have to take his predecessors role. He turned and looked at the simple bed he slept on, for an orphanage the beds, like most everything in the house, looked much nicer than what you would find in other orphanages, possibly do to the owner, Quillsh Wammy having a small fortune due to being such an ingenious inventor.
"L," the young man spoke to himself in the empty room, "I can't handle it anymore…the stress and pressure of replacing you if anything happens…I can't handle it…I can't handle being your successor…being your alternative…being A."
With that, the man known only as A to all except Wammy and L kicked the chair over, and as his consciousness faded him, he couldn't help but think 'I'm sorry' to everyone he was leaving.
To Wammy, the man who had found him abandoned and unwanted and took him in off the street when he was only a child, to all of the other children at the orphanage that he had spent so much time with, and to his closest friend known to all but him as his alias…B who would now have to face the burden of replacing L…of being his backup.
He was sorry for leaving all of them in this kind of manner.
And to L…the man himself who A was meant to replace, he was sorry. He felt as though he was abandoning him…but he did not feel as sorry as he did for the others…despite the respect he had for L's skill, he resented L, for all the pressure he was put under because of having to be his replacement.
With that, unable to hold out any longer, his consciousness finally escaping him, his eyes closing; it was finally going to be over for him.
At least that is what he had thought…
"A!" A voice called out to him, "A! What are you doing? Watari! Anybody! Help!"
The voice became too distant for him to make out anymore…
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I'm sorry for how short this chapter is. Try and think of this as sort of a prologue, visualizing the suicide of A that was briefly mentioned in the BB murder case. The other chapters will be much longer I promise you, I just wanted to get the suicide scene written and posted and see what you guys think.
Any praise or criticizing comments are appreciated.