Light was in his bed. It was nighttime. The darkness settled his mind. The air was cool and everything was silent, with an accepting of a few cars passing by making minor noises. This was possibly the only time when his mind could settle down for once and not focus on the death note, Misa, Ryuk, law enforcement, his plans. His paranoia had stopped. It felt... good. A little too good. He closed his eyes,, his mind drifting to the thought of them. L.. L lawliet. His eyes flashed in his mind. Those eyes full of nothingness holding the universes secrets. Those eyes... Light bitterly swept away those thoughts quickly, shaking his head in annoyance. How could he possibly have these thoughts of a person who was deceased? He felt stupid, quickly gathering himself and turned to his other side on his bed. Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in his mind. Light. Lights heart skipped a beat. He opened his eyes and jerked his body up in a matter of seconds. he breathed heavily. "W-who was that?! He yelled at the open air. No reply. He sunk down in his bed. Its just your imagination Light, settle down. He told himself. He tried to go to sleep again. Again, voices filled his head. Light. Kira. Do you like the rain? That voice belonged to L Lawliet. I wish to play tennis with you, just one more time. Light opened his eyes, and shook his head vigorously. "Stop, I know you aren't real!" He yelled this time with more pain in his voice. You cannot kill the dead twice, Light. "STOPSTOPSTOP" Light screeched, desperate for this haunting voice to stop. "I know you're Dead, you aren't real, I have nothing to offer you!!" He said, his voice cracking. Who said I wanted anything? I certainly don't want the world like you. I would like to watch the rain with you. Iight had had enough, he could not take the voice of L in his mind. He started screaming in pain and fear, agony and guilt. He stumbled onto his bedroom floor, sinking into a vunerable position while trembling and shedding two drops of salty tears. His mother and sister ran into his room, reasonably worried and concerned for his well being. The voice had stopped.
