It was late. I had styed after school too long and completely lost track of time. I
walked down the dark streets, hoping deeply to find something of interest. Girls
were lined up in front of some book shop for a guy who had been in town signing
stuff...other than that, the streets were empty. I sighed deeply as I thougt about
the day that had just gone by. I was a moderatly kind individual, or so I thought.
I'd never make fun of anyone. I'd never hurt anyone unless they attacked first.
Perhaps it was my nature of always being kind that ticked people off. I sighed
again, staring at my shadow. It streched out about 9 feet next to me, telling me the
sun was about to set. I gazed up and kept thinking, trying my best to maintain my
course down the concrete path. People made fun of me, intimidated me, laughed at
me. That was the worst, the laughter. I always tried to ignore it before, but it
always grows steadilly harder in my brain. Everything always happens to me, I
thought, but I can't let that get me down, right? Positivity was esential in making it
in this hell-hole of a world. I always thought about that. This world...it's so filled
with people who have no respect for others. No one even cares about anyone who
doesn't have money or power or looks or connections to some unknown force. It's
stupid. There must be some rule somewhere in the world that makes everyone
where I live an a*****e. I began walking through the woods that were behind my
house. It was a shortcut I took on a regular basis. A path had been stmped out
over the years as many of my former friends and I used to play together in these
very woods so long ago. I walked slowly, avoiding the plant life that had
accumulated over the sides of the path in the many years that we had never came
back here. I guess I just never changed like all the other kids. I still liked the
woods and would walk through them for memories every chance I got. As I neared
the exit of the woods, something...weird happened to me. Something, I felt was
waiting for me; calling out to me. I turned around and stared back into the woods.
Wind blew in my face as if the forest itself was breathing and alive. Slowly, I
trooted back into the denser part of the woods and found it. The thing that would
bring about my insanity, my murder, my arrest and eventually my death. At first, I
though that someone might have dropped it while running the path, only to
remember that I alone walked this path seldomly. I picked it up slowly, brushing a
fine layer of dirt off it's leather cover. In bold white letters, the front of the tiny
black notebook read "Death Note". My heart began beating faster and faster. This
couldent be true, right?, I thought to myself. "Death Note..." I read aloud to the
nothingness that was the forest, "I mean...I've read the manga and
everything...No, No way, this can't be real. It must be a prank...or just a fake.
Yeah, it must be a fake." Never the less, my grip of the notebook did not cease. My
body did not want to let the thing go. It coulden't be...real? What would he do...test
it. I thought quietly to meself while staring at the front cover of the black notebook.
Slowly, I opened to the first page and realized that this wasn't the same book as
before. Only one rule was specified on the back of the cover, "The human whose
name is written in this notebook shall die." This wasn't a copy. The copies had
more rules in them. Quickly, I flipped though the book hoping to find another clue,
another rule. Nothing. I felt the sweat dripping off my face as I contemplated my
decisions. I stood there in the gathering darkness, attempting to decide if my
decision was a good one. After many miniutes I made up my mind. Slowly, as if I
were drugged, my grip loosened on the black book as it slid out of my hands and
landed, pages open, in the dirt. "One name..." I said to myself. "Just one. A test.
Only a test." Quickly, I removed a pen from my backpack and kneeled down,
staring at the book and it's perfectly white pages. My mind went blank as I tried to
think of someone who wasn't already dead from the manga. Slowly, my memories
fleeted back, and the picture of one of my tormentors rushed into my mind. A girl.
A cheerleader. A preppy ******** b***h. My memory suddenly restored, "Ryan, know
the awnser to #3?" said the teacher. My brains racked and finally came up with an
awnser, "Was the element Silver?" I asked him back, unsure of my awnser. "No,
sorry, it was aluminum. Not a problem, just study more. Moving on...." he droned
on as my head hung toward my book. I hated being wrong and what made it worse
was the girl who sat next to me. as I moved my head back up to stare at the
board, two crucial words issued from her mouth. " Stupid f**." My blood boiled, but
remembering my place, I simply put my head down in disgust. Samantha Russo. It
would be painful and gritty. I would have to make it that way. I remembered the
other rules that concerned the time of death, the death's by illnesses and
especially, the time it takes between the writing of the name and the writing of the
cause of death. Quickly, I etched the name of the girl onto the white paper. The
black of the ink seemed to mesh with the paper as if something were being forever
stained into the memory of a lost soul. After her name, I put the cause of her
death. "After arriving home earlier that day, her mother buys her a new kitten. The
kitten runs out of the front door at approximatly 7:30 PM and trots curiously down
the driveway. She chases after it and after it crosses the street, she attempts to
get it only to be hit by an oncoming semi-truck traveling at 45 miles an hour in a
30 mile and hour zone." My pen stopped. My brain had suddenly become clear. My
anger from that day had subsided and forever gone away. Carefully, I picked up
the black book, cautiously closing it and slipping it into my bookbag. I stood up and
began walking back home, my mind clear and blank. I had remembered
everything. Her name, the time of death, her face in my head...nothing could go
wrong...unless the book was fake. As I approached my back porch, I set my
bookbag down and walked in throught the screen door. The time was 7:35. Father
was watching the news and reading an old newspaper as I sat down on the couch
next to him. I relaxed. My eyes felt droopy as a lay down, alying my head in the
soft couch pillows and falling asleep. But this bliss was not to last. I had been
awoken by a loud crash coming from the kitchen, only a few feet from where I
dozed off. I walked into the kitchen to find shards of broken glass shattered
everywhere. Mother was sweeping it up and tears welled in her eyes as she was
doing so. "Mom...what's-" "The news, hun. Oh my god, that poor girl..." My heart
beat faster as I turned to look at the news flashing on the screen. "Once again, for
those of you just turning in, a terrible scene happenend here today as the life of a
young high school girl came to an abrupt halt this evening. Around 7:30 tonight,
this girl wandered off into the path of an oncoming semi-truck. The girl was
oblivious the the truck's approach and was killed on the scene. The driver was 41-
year-old..." I turned away and began walking out of the kitchen onto the back
porch to grab my bookbag. Mother had already settled back down in front of the TV
and began watching another station, rubbing her eyes over the girl's death. Slowly,
I walked upstairs, past the parent's rooms, past my sister's room and into my ver
own. I closed the door and put a pillowover my face to contain my laughter. Death
Note would happen again. Would I make the same mistakes? Would I eventually
fight off my enemies and claim victory over this world of foul people? I laughed
and laughed at the death of that stupid girl. No one who scorned me would ever
live off the remainder of their lives. My judgement would be harsher. My
judgement will never miss a single target. I will find everything I can and make
those who have made this world a living hell for all those who may seem inferior
burn in the fires of hell for all eternity.
My judgement is righteous.
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