I want to be clear, I have no fricking idea why I am writing this story. Lately I have been having such an obsession with Death note, but more importantly an obsession with L. I know the series ended years ago and I don't remember much about it (That's why I am re-watching it and I am currently at episode 8), but I am so determined to write a Fanfic about an L and Oc since most L romance stories is about him and Light.
I have nothing against yaoi, actually I am a fan of it, but I wanted to write about a romance with L with a girl. Now, yes it is an Oc falling into death note Un. I never wrote a story like this before, so I wanted to give it a shot.
I am warning you; some character might be severely OOC, I apologize for that. I will try to avoid it at best and I am not a fan of Light, but I do not like bashing, so I will try my best to not insult him as much as possible in this story. It will also be slow, anw if I keep this up I'll ruin it for you guys. hahaha
I don't own Death note.
Chapter warning: Violence, ish...anw, warning...
My tears wouldn't stop falling; my heart was breaking into tiny pieces as I stared at the grave before me. Memories of her laughter and warm smile flashed through my mind as I could feel my strength leave me body. I crumbled towards the ground as I finally let out a horrible gut retching scream.
Even though it has been a week, I still couldn't believe she was gone. My mother, my friend, my only family member that loved me was no longer in this world. A week ago she was hit by a speeding car; the driver was drunk and survived the ordeal. I hated that man, why did he live and not my innocent mother?
I hated life, and I didn't want to live anymore. What was worse was that I was a minor and according to law I now live with my very asshole of a father.
You see, when I was at the tender age of four, my mother and father divorced. My dad used to beat my mom every day, but she was strong and not once ever let his taunting get to her. My dad was a cheater and an alcoholic, but my mom still believed he had some good in him until one day she caught him with another woman. It was the last straw, she knew that he was cheating on her, but actually seeing just tore her heart apart.
She left my dad and won custody over me, but it was not like my father actually cared about me, so he really didn't put up a fight. After my mom left him, he did sober up and got married.
According to the rumors he stopped cheating and now has a happy family with his new and younger woman, they got two kids; a daughter and a son. Though I have my doubts the son is his since they look nothing alike. Though it was best for me to keep my thoughts to myself because whenever I visit they would always try their best to make it short, in other words they didn't like me and had no issues with showing me that they didn't.
I took no offence to it since I didn't like them either.
Back to the present.
Here I was still screaming my soul out as I felt two cold hands grab my shoulders. I stopped screaming and looked up. It was my step-mother. She was looking at me with a sad face, but I could see her eyes glinting with annoyance. Silently pleading for me to stop, she wanted to go home. I sniffed and stood back up, she tried to help me, but I shrugged her hands away. I saw her throw me a mean look before she hid it behind a fake sadness. She should just cut the bullshit, but I was in no mood to argue.
I followed her to the car and climbed into the back seat. The ride was silent, no one spoke. There was no need to speak, they didn't like me and now they were stuck with me.
Knowing my mother she would have preferred if I stayed with someone else, but there was no one else, so I was unfortunately stuck with them.
After a tense thirty minutes we finally reached their home, we all got out of the car and I quickly made my way upstairs towards me new room. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. Everything was still in their boxes, I felt no need to unpack since I will turn eighteen in a month and my friend decided that I could crash at her place for a while until I get a job and my own home. I smiled at the thought and sat on my small bed. I didn't change my clothes as I held my knees up to my chest and fell asleep.
It was morning and the sun was barely peeking in the sky, it was still fairly dark outside. Yawning I picked up my clothes for the day and went to the bathroom. I showered as quickly as I could and put on my clothes. As I was about to leave I glanced at myself in the mirror and cringed. Even after a shower I still looked horrible. My brown hair was held loosely in a messy bun atop of my head a few golden strands hung around my head. My honey colored eyes was tired and lifeless as the bad under them made my face look even more tired. My skin was pale as usual and my freckles were even more obvious under the artificial light of the bathroom. I frowned and touched my chapped lips. I sighed and quickly turned off the light as I stepped out of the bathroom.
God, I knew today was going to be horrible. I could feel my stomach churning and my heart was beating like crazy. I could taste the fear, but why was I feeling fear? There was no need, yet my body was screaming at me to run. I shake my head and push the feeling back towards my mind. It was not time for my paranoid side to take over, my mother was buried yesterday and I am in no mood to be emotionally unstable. Hell, does that even make sense? Nope, didn't think so.
I walked towards my room pick up my bag and anything else I needed and headed downstairs. The second I reached the empty kitchen I knew something was out of the norm. As quietly as possible I tiptoed to the living room; the lights were switched off and I could only see the rough shapes of the couches, table, shelf and tv.
My eyes narrowed, the little demons-as I dubbed my little half siblings- usually were awake by now and screaming their lungs out that they didn't wanted to go to school. I gulped and slowly flipped the switch, the room was empty and nothing seemed to be misplaced and suddenly I felt a hot surging pain blood from my head as I passed out. The last thing I saw was my father and step-mother standing above me. She was holding a pan in her shaking hands.
Fuck me sideways, I couldn't believe that I was just knocked out with a fricking frying pan. I knew my father was an asshole, but I didn't know he would actually stoop this low.
It has been a while since I woke up and my head was still pounding from my assault. Who knew she could hit that hard. I was in a shack, an old shack near the sea. I can hear the giant waves crashing against the coast, the smell of salt was heavy in the air and the white sand under me itched my sensitive skin of my legs.
My hands were tied in front of me with rope and my legs were also bounded together, and I still had my bag. I was lying on my side, my face against the rusty wall of the shack, there was a small window right above me and I could see the cloudless sky, the sun shining bright; slightly blinding me with its rays.
I couldn't hear anyone, so I concluded that I was far away from civilization and no one would know where I was. I prayed to the heavens for some sort of savior, but I was left with no sort of sign or reply that they heard me.
I was scared, who knows what my father would do. Will he kill me? How will he get rid of the body? I was not scared of dying; I was scared of how I was going to die. I always wanted to die of natural causes at an old age, not by my own father's fat hands. I can feel tears started to form, but I bit them back. No, I shall not cry because I will not die today. I will not let this demonic man have any sort of affect on me. Fuck him and his slutty wife.
With new determination and slowly sat up, my legs were bounded together very tightly and the rope was beginning to dig into my skin. I hopped up, but quickly fell back down on my face. I spat out sand as I sat back up.
How was I supposed to get out of here? I looked around the shack when I saw a machete on a small wooden table at the far right corner. Succes I wormed my way towards the table and looked up at the machete; the brown rusty metal giving me slight doubt that it would actually work, but I still had to try it out, it was positioned perfectly and it had a heavy can of paint on top of it. Hopefully it will stop the machete from moving as I try to saw away the rope.
Sweat forming on her forehead and back I started to carefully saw away the rope, Soon enough the rope pooled down on my tied legs. I sighed out in relief as I picked up the machete and started to saw the ropes on my leg. In about two minutes I was, but I couldn't celebrate it yet.
I have no idea for how long I have been in this shack, nor when my father will come back. I was short girl with the height of 1,58 cms, so I had to step on my toes to look outside.
I saw only saw white sand and no car or person nearby. I opened the shack door and looked again and still saw nothing. I heaved up my bag onto my back and thanked the heavens that I didn't need to bring a lot of books to school this day. I bit my bottom lip and counted to three.
And I bolted; I ran up the sand dunce and towards the beach bellow, it was easier to run without getting worried that sand would get into my shoes. I ran as fast as I could and suddenly out of nowhere I heard a honk. Not believing my ears I glanced behind my shoulder and swore I felt my heart stop.
It was my father in his big old red pickup truck. He was smiling at me as his eyes seemed crazed and out of this world. Fuck, just my luck! How could I not see a red truck against the white sand? My day is just worse by the second. I dropped my bad and kept running, but my tired legs were no match to the truck as I felt my back connect to a hot surface.
I went flying towards the sky as the world around my spun around like a kaleidoscope, I landed in the water; I struggled for a few seconds as I could feel the salty waters enter my lungs before I felt a hand grab my hair and pull me up.
I coughed and kicked against him as he repeatedly kept punching my in the head, I was crying as he picked up my bag and push me into the truck. I tried to escape but his nails dug into my thigh. I whimpered.
"Stay still, or so help me God I will bash your head in with a rock" His voice stung my heart. I closed my eyes as the truck bumped up and down as he drove.
I opened my eyes and was no longer met with white sand; it was replaced with brown earth and occasional patches of green plants.
Soon we reached his destination; we were at a cliff that overlooked the sea. We were also hidden by any prying eyes. I knew where we were, we were at a notorious suicide spot. Countless of people threw themselves from this very cliff; all of them tired of life and hoping suicide was an escape.
My dad was clever; throw me off the cliff and make people believe that I committed suicide out of grief of losing my mother. I looked up at him and he smirked, he knows I knew his plan.
"Always been the smart little bitch" he said, but I said nothing in return as he pulled me by hair towards the cliff.
"No!" I cried out as I kicked and punched against him, he punched me in the head and I could see black spots in my vision.
"Why!?" I know he never cared, but he didn't have to do this. Not once has this man looked at me the way a father would look at their child, my mother raised me alone, I was taught to always be strong no matter what. Even though he never took care of me, he was still my father and I always had this small light inside of me that loved him, that believed that he truly did also love me back, but yet here I was being dragged to my death by my own father.
He didn't say anything as he dragged me right towards the cliff, if he threw me I would drown in the rough waters and my body would get repeatedly thrown against the harsh rocks that lined the coast.
I looked up at the heavens and smiled, I guess I had no other choice except to accept my destiny. I was to die against my father's hands, being thrown off a cliff where numerous people before me took their own life.
I'll probably be seen as one of them, a depressed teenager who just lost her mother and didn't want to live anymore.
I looked down at the crashing waves and closed my eyes, I didn't want to die and if this was sort of crazy ass dream she wanted to wake up already.
I felt myself being pushed and the wind lash against my skin; suddenly I was swimming in water, the torrents playing with my body like some sort of rag doll. Water entered my lungs as I struggled and tried to swim towards the surface, but before I could reach and take a giant gulp of air, I passed out.
My head was buzzing and my limbs felt like heavy blocks, I could hear noises in the distant, I tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. I was tired and scared, did I survive? Did I get washed up on the beach or something? But why was it so cold? Was it nighttime? If so how come didn't he see me lying here the whole day?
I was lying on my stomach and slowly rolled over towards my back, I opened my eyes and saw start twinkling in the sky. I smiled as I could feel the strap of my bag against my arm. Damn, did I really keep my hold on it all this time?
A small breeze passed by and I shivered, I was soaked to the bone. I sat up and gasped. I was not near the beach. I was in the middle of some clearing. Right in front of me I could see giant trees that I did not recognize, I slowly turned around and I raised my eyebrows. There was a city with huge buildings that I have never seen before.
Where the fuck was I? There was no way I was anywhere near home, how in the world did I go from being in the ocean to some clearing next to a city.
Maybe this was some sort of test before I was truly is sentenced to either heaven or hell? Well, this surely some weird test. I tried to get up from the ground, but got a dizzy spell every time I stand on my shaky legs, maybe I should rest and then when I have my strength I can try and figure something out? Yeah, that seemed like the best idea.
Alrighty guys, That was my first chap
Don't worry the story will not be in her P.O.V
I never intended it to be, but I just writing like that and I sometimes switch to the third person, but I tried to fix it as much as I can. Anyway, excuse me for any spelling/Grammar mistake.
Thank you =)
Please review or I simply will not update.
Also since I can't remember anything and started out again can someone tell me which time period the series starts at? Pretty please and thanks :D