I am Justice || L x OC

Twenty-Seven; Lawliet

Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we respond to the things that happen to us.

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Chapter 27

Mai's POV;

I am Justice

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"Why are you like this Mai?" I muttered as I stared at the dark ceiling of my bedroom. The room was very dimly illuminated by the small sliver of moonlight that shone in through the large bay window on the wall parallel to my bed. My back sunk into the soft mattress as my eyes traveled around the ceiling. My right hand patted around the covers searching for my cell phone until finally it revealed itself. 1:07 a.m.; The soft glow of my phone hurt my eyes as I glanced at it. With a hefty sigh, I dropped the phone, letting it bounce on the mattress. "I just want to sleep like a normal person!" As I sat up, I pulled a pillow out from behind me and pressed it against my face as tears began to fall from my eyes in frustration. 

So many things were going on inside my head. "I never used to be like this. I used to be normal. My brother used to be here. I used to have friends. I used to sleep through the night and wake up the next morning loving life. I was doing what I loved." I sobbed into the pillow. "I never wanted to see people get hurt. I never wanted to see people.. get.. hurt.." I blubbered in between sobs. "When's the last time I slept normal?" After a few good minutes of sobbing, my nerves slowly settled and all that I felt was a lingering feeling of despair. Strands of hair stuck to my tear-dampened face. My cheeks felt warm to the touch as I gently pried the rogue hairs away from my face. Deciding it was best to go outside and get some fresh air, I slid down from the bed with a sniffle and switched on the light, which I immediately regretted.

The mirror revealed how horrendous  I looked; cheeks were bright red, swollen, and blotchy, eyes were bloodshot from crying, and my hair was sticking up all over the place. Groaning, I quickly ran a comb through my thin hair and put a red beanie on in attempts to cover up some of the monstrosity. I kept on my plain black v-neck and my white pajama bottoms that were decorated with hundreds of rainbow sprinkles.

As I exited my apartment, I tiptoed through the hallway, passing everyone's rooms as quickly and as quietly as I could manage. Aside from my apartment, the only door that had light creeping from underneath of it was Ryuzaki's. Go figure. I think we're both pretty bad off on the whole sleeping  thing. To my surprise and delight, I managed to sneak through the hallway and Ryuzaki's lair completely undetected. Now, I had to find a way up to the roof of this damn skyscraper. It's something I can't explain, but I've always been drawn to hanging out on roofs or treehouses. If it was high off of the ground, I was in love with it. Most people hang out in libraries or parks, but being on a roof top late at night was an aesthetic, truly breathtaking experience.

The hallways of the bureau seemed longer and darker than usual, and not in a very peaceful manner. It was eerie and creepy. I felt like I was the dumb character who decided to split the group up in a horror movie. I jumped at the slightest of noises and eventually started sprinting towards the main entrance of the building. By time I hit the lobby, I was out of breath. Luckily, one of the security guards were sitting at the front desk which eased my paranoia immediately.

"Heya Mai." He greeted as I doubled over, trying to catch my breath.

"Hey... Jeffrey." I replied, trying in desperation to catch my breath.

"You alright kid?" Jeffrey chuckled.

Jeffrey was an older guy, probably in his sixties. He was very plump and had a Santa Clause-like beard. He was very cheerful and always made me feel safe, partially due to the fact that he had a gun. I remember seeing him every now and then before I quit the bureau the first time around.