Reader One-Shots {Anime}

Death Note: L Lawliet

☆WRITTEN IN JUNE, 2018☆

NO THIS ISNT FAIR
Goddamn WattPad deleting my Goddamn story
AGHGHH
Okay, well, I was going to re-vamp it anyway. THIS is why we do back ups.
Anyway, so suffice it to say, the plot of this was going to be slightly different before, but here's the rundown.

I was watching the first OVA, "Relight One" and saw Lind L. Tailor's Guinea pig thing go down, and I was like well...shit...with my own personal history with depression I'd sign up to do that...so, in this update, a suicidal reader signs up to work on the Kira case, and ends up sticking around longer than she wanted, because well, read on and see.

It ends happily, and it's short in comparison to my other stuff!

If you want to know more about said "personal history", i.e. my experience with feeling the way the reader does in the story, check out To the Most Beautiful Girl in the World on my other page: PRIVUS. It goes into some detail about it.

This is in the reader's P.O.V., just FYI! I thought I'd mix it up. Seemed fun.

Aight den, lets go!

(Lines indicate time skips, as always.)

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I sigh, looking at myself in the mirror, getting dressed. I hate it. Every time I do this, I'm faced with all my failures.

I should be in graduate school.
I should be more physically fit.
I should be doing something with my life other than wasting time.
I hate this.
I hate myself.

I look at my wall. My eyes scan over all the things in which I've found joy in the past. The religious artefacts, crucifixes, images of my life, pictures of friends and family, make me feel something, a good sign at least, and I know I can't take this into my own hands. It would be a sin.

The clock on my wall indicates I have a few hours before work. I've been sick recently, on top of everything else. I've put in a notice, decided to quit because of it. This is awful. I'm losing my faith, slowly, and I need more help than I've got. I lay down on my bed, stroking my dog, who seems to want to answer my prayers, but can't, and flip on my TV, a gift from my father after we moved to Tokyo, reminding me of my namesake- the inheritance my life provides comes with relative luxury, and I should be grateful instead of miserable. People tell me it's not my fault, it's something I can treat, but it doesn't help. I still feel useless, ugly and stupid, no matter what they say, and I know they mean it. They love me. I can't hurt them by hurting myself more than I already am. That would be unfair, and though I don't really think it's selfish to want an escape, it'd be self-serving to do it- I can't take my own life. I can't kill myself. I have to find another way to end it all.

I flip through the channels until a surprising news story reveals something I wasn't expecting. The Kira investigation has been discussed here, as much as anywhere else, but now, L, a detective my cousin worked alongside back in The States, has gone and exposed the man he's been targeting being from right here in Japan, beside me the whole time. He could be anyone. I could know him.

Maybe there's a reason I came here after all.

I switch the set off as quickly as I turned it on and race down to call someone I know can help me.

In my Father's study, I dial a foreign number. After several rings, a young man's voice fills my ear. It lifts my spirits, if only slightly, to know he's elated to hear from me.