STOLEN

Death Note

To those who've always wanted the villain be careful for what you wish for.

Soraya

Running. Running. Running. That's all I've been doing for the past two years. It's an endless cycle like time has stopped and I'm circling through a loop, trying to dodge the grasp of a man who brutally murdered my sister and watched the life drain from her eyes. I'll kill him, slit his throat open and watch the blood dry vengeance is on the way.

I've never been the type of person to trust easily losing my mother at a very young age did nothing to help that. When the only family you've ever had ones you've held so dear to your heart are ripped away from you it feels like a knife wound that continues to get worse over time salt filling it to the brim. Gut-wrenching sorrow and loneliness have become the only friends I find solace in like it engulfs me making me whole again.

The night terror that I've been having every night since my sister's passing welcomes me once more I wish it wouldn't, he's in my home standing over my sister's limp body looking up at me with a sinister expression masking his face. I can still hear those unforgivable words that had come out of his disgusting mouth. 'I couldn't take you so I took her instead' The nauseating smell of blood did nothing to settle the drop in my stomach as I stared at my sister's bloodied and beaten body her throat sliced open. The last thing I see before my body forces me to wake up is the dead-crazed look in his eyes and the wicked smile playing on his lips.

I wake up my body drenched in sweat as I try to stabilize my uneven breaths, tears form in my eyes as I replay that dreadful scene that has been stuck in my mind like a broken record player. 'Fuck it was the same dream again'. I glance over checking the time on the wooden clock '5:30 am' letting me know it's time to leave. I can't take the chance of him finding me. No matter how far I run he's always right behind me waiting to make his move. There were a few close calls in the past some scarier than others but thankfully I've managed to slip right between the cracks.I stand up stretching before heading to the bathroom and turning on the light. It was then I saw the words plastered on the bathroom mirror in red ink my anxiety skyrocketing. Looking closer I realized from the stomach-twisting stench that it wasn't red ink and it was blood.

'You have three days my love, after that, I'm coming for you so be ready.' the chicken scratch writes barely readable. All of the color drains from my face and I stand still in shock for what seems to be forever. Realization finally hitting me like a hard slap in the face knocking my feet into gear. I run to grab what little things I've brought with me I have to get out of here he's already found me for all I know he could be waiting for me outside right now.

I sneak out of the motel's back door, watching my surroundings as I do. So far the coast is clear so I head toward the bus station. I double-check to ensure I have everything and readjust the Glock 17 holstered in my waistband.

One thing I've grown accustomed to over the years is always carrying a gun with me. At this point, it's the only thing that serves as a sense of relief for me. I'll be dammed if I let that psychopath get to me there's no telling what he would do if he did. Lucile most likely would end my pathetic life just as he did to my sister. If she were here right now she'd scold me for talking about myself like that. She was the most honest and caring older sister anyone could have. Her beauty was not just a shell of her physical features but it stemmed from the inside of her heart. These past few years have been a real eye-opener for me I've learned to always be on my toes and prepared watching my back constantly. This is one of the main reasons I took self-defense classes a few years back. It gives me a sense of clarity knowing that I can protect myself.