A/N: Konichiwa! This is my first A fic, and it's kind of sad. Also, warning to you all, NOT THE BEST IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH OF BLOOD. Just letting you know :D oh well, I'll let you all read! Please review!
I don't own Death Note.
A thing of the past.
Pressure, break, the feeling of being underwater, washed away and numb to the world. It was the most normal feeling for A. L's first successor. A child prodigy, a genius, the stress of everything, of schoolwork, of life, of taking over after L. No one was there for him, no one wanted anything to do with him. He was too smart, and the other students resented him for being the "favorite" of someone he'd never even met!
No student in Whammy's House knew L, and no one ever would. How could he be better than the others? Why did they hate him for it? Those were the thoughts that rang through Alexander's mind like a bell as a tiny, glittering object rested in his hand, and it was lifted to his wrist, the first cut slicing through pale flesh, stinging, but, like everything else, fading away to nothing. It sounds just like a bell… he thought idly to himself. The life beyond this hell is calling me…
He had been immune to sensing emotion before, neither pain nor pleasure felt like anything to him anymore, but, just then, he had felt something! Alexander slashed the same spot, and the one under it on the cool skin of his wrist and he felt something. It might have only been for a few seconds, a sharp, harsh pain, but it was something.
Blood, a deep, shining garnet, fell in drops to the floor, each landing with it's own splat on the tiles, showing the end of their short-lived lives. Even they had ended their fleeting lives for something; to mark the end of another's. Three more icy slashes. Fwish, fwish, fwish. Splish, splish, splish. The liquefied ruby trickled, then dripped, then seeped, running like a waterfall down to the ground. Faster and faster, more and more. Blood oozing out of three deep gashes from a glinting razor on a mutilated appendage.The sound of a small piece of metal clanking to the floor. The thud of Alexander's body sinking and hitting the ground beneath him, his knees buckling and crashing into unforgiving tiles. Black, dark, shadows, nothingness swallowed him like a starved beast, and his line of vision blurred, swerved, and fell, landing on the immense expanse of a puddle of blood that he lay in. The sound of a bell, a sweet chiming, got louder and beckoned him closer and closer to his death. I can… feel it… and… it…hurts…But not as much as numbness. So he embraced the suffering to feel.
A/N: Hope you all liked it! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OR YOU WILL BE BRUTALLY MURDERED BY MARY-SUES AND MY PLOT BUNNIES!!! MWA HA HA ahem. Thank you.