The Hardest Puzzle || Death Note

8-All We Are

Chapter Eight * All We Are -
You ran and ran through the halls of the hospital. The only thing you stopped for was the clothes in your hospital room.
Someone had cleaned out your room at your home and brought you everything you asked for, so you were easily able to grab jeans, a shirt, and some money.
You reached the bottom floor of the hospital and ducked into the bathroom. There you changed and wrapped some toilet paper around your bloody shoulder, wincing and whimpering slightly.
Suddenly you felt nauseous, and you vomited into the toilet bowl. You stayed in that position for a bit, panting.
Maybe it was the blood, you thought. Or the running. Or the pain.
You shoved your hospital gown in a trash can, and washed your hands in the sink. You also rinsed out your mouth as a second thought.
You hurried out into the lobby and out the gigantic double doors of the hospital.
As you left, furtively glancing left and right like an undercover agent, you completely forgot that Near could easily see you from his perch above.
.........
You caught a taxi and hesitated only briefly before giving the cabbie the name of the street you lived on.
Now you stood in front of your house.
There was caution tape everywhere, and a few random officers patrolled the scene.
You looked up, and could see the broken window that you had desperately shouted out of only five days ago.
With a lurching sensation you saw your dried blood on the glass.
While you had been having problems for the duration of the day, the blood sent you over the edge.
You blindly ran for the park nearby your house, your eyes blurred with tears and nearly causing you to get hit by a car.
You ran thoughtlessly and without destination, ending up on an old, worn park bench towards the middle of the park.
You sat down heavily and uncomfortably rubbed at your eyes, aware of the stares you were getting.
When you had finally gotten all the tears to go away, you looked at your shoulder.
No blood seeped through your sleeve. Yet. That was good, right?
But only one good thing among all others bad.
You were hurt. You barely had any money. You were cold, because it was late fall, and there was a crisp breeze. You had run away, and people would be looking everywhere for you. You had no family other than a couple of criminals. There was nowhere for you to go. And lastly, you were alone.
"So what now?" you whispered to yourself.
But you could come up with no answer.
Your shoulder throbbed, the pain medication the doctors had given you wearing off.
You wanted to go find someone to help you or take you in, but you had a sinking feeling that no one would be willing. And you kind of had a bullet wound, too. That would raise loads of questions wherever you went.
You stared longingly at a family of three.
The mother was carrying picnicking supplies and smiling down at the little child. The father was playing with his daughter, laughing happily. They all had an aura of complete and pure happiness.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you wished you remembered the days when you'd been that young. Certainly your parents weren't that bad then, right?
Or were they already cold-hearted murderers then?
You decided you wanted to forget all those memories, and shoved them away into a mental bank box, locking it. You didn't want to have anything more to do with them.
Long after the small family was gone you were still staring at the spot they'd been in before disappearing from sight.
.........
Eyes closed, you felt the bench sink a little as someone sat next to you.
You nervously wanted to get away, but you were tired. Oh, so tired.
Let me sleep here eternally, you wanted to snap at the person, because I want to not feel or think or see or hear again.
"Hey," you heard a familiar male voice say to you.
Your eyes snapped open, taking in the red sunset and the person silhouetted by it.
It was Near.
Dammit, you thought desperately, wanting him permanently gone.
"Can't you just leave me in peace, not pieces?" you asked him irritably. Where had this bad mood come from all of a sudden? You had certainly been feeling depressed, but when had it turned from that to being angry?
"You left yourself in pieces," Near calmly said. "I'm the one trying to put the puzzle that's calls herself ______ back together."
He gestured to your right shoulder. "That doesn't look so good."
You stood up angrily. "It's fine!" you snapped. You started to walk away. "I'm fine. Just...please leave me alone!"
But he refused to, instead getting up and following you.
"Sit, and we can talk." He motioned back to the bench.
"You mean, I'll talk and you can decide how mentally unstable I am." you huffed. All the same, though, you went back and sat down to the right of him on the bench.
"All right, what do you want to talk about?" you muttered, looking down at your clenched fists in your lap.
Suddenly you felt a pinch in your side, and you looked to the left of you, alarmed. There you saw Hal, holding up a syringe that had recently been emptied of whatever it held.
"We don't want you hurting yourself further," she stared simply.
Slowly you felt your bodily functions slowing down; you knew that soon you would lose consciousness.
You looked wildly at Near, your betrayed look meeting his apathetic one.
"Why-" you struggled to get out. "H-how-"
But then your strangled gasping stopped. You couldn't move, either; with that you dropped into a forced, dreamless slumber.