Hello ppl… since my computer is still down and my new ch are on it… I decided to write something different.. A Death Note Fiction…

Ok for you readers.. I would like you to know this has nothing to do with L and Light… love them both but I wanted to do something new…

So this is a fiction using the same wonderful Death Note but none of the characters…

Instead I decide to write it with original characters…

So meet me as a child with my very own death note and in a weird storyline with a bunch of made up people….

I would like to remind all readers… that I don't care if you like it… I'm god in this story… don't like it make your own little world to rule…

Ok I don't own Death Note…. Nema does and he says that if you get on his bad side he will add your name to the mix. Poor you : (

….meow….

There I was sitting once more bored in a class room. A teacher dragging on the lesson way past the point where any of the student cared to listen. Here I sit in my own little section of the world. Alone in a crowd. A crowd of children. Each at their seat. Listening. Doodling. Passing Notes. Children being children. But not me. Because I am alone.

I don't fit in in this room. Too quiet. Too sad. Too filled with a silently screaming pain no one can hear. I have never belonged.

I can't be a child like these children around me can. I can't smile. I can't play and laugh with an innocent air. I know too much. I've seen the world that this children have been hidden from. Well these children have had parents who keep them locked away from the real monsters. Mine are the monsters.

No I don't belong in such a scene. However here I sit in the back of the room. Here I stay for hours on hours of my life acting like I was just another child in the crowd. For it is my life to be this way. To act like someone I am not well I'm in public's eye. To pretend to be happy when I'm feeling like one small breeze could break my bones in half. To hide the bruises. To hide the scars. And then at the end of the day it is my part in the world to go home and face the monsters again.

I have never been able to figure out which was worse. Pretending all day that I'm just another happy brat or the hell those monsters put me through. Yes the punches hurt. The burn scars will never fade. I will forever have the white slashes across my back from the whip the monsters like to use so much. But in truth at least that is me. That is me hiding in the closet as screams are heard through out the house. That is me being slammed into the wall by the monster as she yells at me. That is me being beat in the kitchen over a broken cup. That is me. This child in this classroom. It isn't me. It isn't me. It isn't my decision. I do this to stop unnecessary beatings. I hide myself under this mask because I am just one small person. No one would believe me. No the monsters are too powerful for me. I don't have the power to defeat the monsters. I am weak and I know it. So I hide.

Here I sit alone in the crowd. Hiding to survive. Here I wait for the power to slay the monsters. To break free from the cage I have to live in.

Here I sit. Alone. Here I sit and look out a dirt smudged window at the flowers and sunshine. Here I sit as my life finally begins. As the power I have always craved for finally appears. Here I sit in a crowded classroom as I see my future. As I look down and see a notebook discarded on the window sill. With the Title on the cover in Big letters across the cover. DEATH NOTE.