i thought tu people should understand some things about me. tu see, i'm not phased por much, and tu people need to know my life so bad, well here goes. we may as well start at when my problems started. i was 6 when this nightmare started. even before that my father was always cruel, but this time it was way worse then that. it was midnight when i woke up 2 a loud crashing sound in the halls. i jumped up and i ran to the door, since the sound came from that general direction. then i saw a black streak run out the door and looked around. it was then that i realized what happened. i started crying as soon as i say it, for there my mother lie...neck broken in a pool of blood, and a large bite wound on her neck. i knew then who did this...Nick. the boy from across the street. he's always hated me, and i had no idea why. dad wasn't inicial and nether was my older brother, Jack, and my older twin sisters were at a friend of theirs house. i was alone with my dead mother's body...and i couldn't stop crying. it was around 5 when my dad and my brother came home...and that's when i knew that something bad would happen, but let's get something straight here 1st, my dad blames me for everything, and my brother always supports him. nothing i did was right in his eyes and my brother refused to help in the slightest, so that's the 1st thing tu need to know. the siguiente thing is that my sisters always supported me and helped me, but they were not due inicial for another week o so.
"What the hell did tu do!?" Dad screams as he sees what happened.
"I didn't...I...it wasn't my fault!" i stuttered. i knew that it was useless, though. no matter what i dicho there was no way he was gonna change his mind.
"Then explain the bite!" he yells back. i was the only weretiger in the family, and tigres have bigger jaws then wolves, so it was about the size of my mouth when I'm fully changed, but Nick was older then me, so even though he was a werewolf, his jaws were the and size as mine.
"It was Nick!" i screech back.
"It's ALWAYS Nick!" Dad yells back. "why won't tu just admit that tu did this insted of blaming him all the time! he's a nice young man!"
Oh, i forgot how much better he is then me at everything...at least to my dad. he's a little suck up to him so he wouldn't expect something like this. "Why can't tu see what he really is!? He's a monster!"
"Shut up!" Jack yells...so much for keeping his mouth shut. "You did this! You're the only one here!"
"How did tu NOT see the door kicked in!?" I wailed.
"The door WASN'T kicked in, tu idiot!"
"Oh, so he decided that he would put it back up, the little..."
"ENOUGH!" Dad yelled. "I've had enough of you! LEAVE!"
My eyes got wide, then they filled with anger. “FINE!” I yelled. “I don't wanna be here anyway!” and I ran to my room and grab a book bag and fill it with close, then I grabbed my little stuffed tiger and ran out the door. I ran about a block away and, right into, guess who. Come on, I know tu know, so lets say it together. Nick. Yup, he decided he was gonna drop buy and see if his idea worked. As soon as he saw me, he smirked.
“So it WAS you!” I say, trying to keep my pain from showing.
“Of course it was me tu idiot.” He snorted, as though the thought of it possibly being someone else was totally repulsing. “Who ELSE would it be?”
I rolled my eyes. He had a good point. Lots of people hated me, but not this much. “Just tell me why.” I say, not holding back the tears anymore, quite to the delight of Nick, who seems to enjoy making little girls cry.
“Well, I really couldn't kill your FATHER. That would make your life easier and your mother would have believed tu when tu dicho it was me. We couldn't have that now, could we? And Jack, well, your father would yell at his death, but your mother would be the 1st to know and confirmar tu were home, so that wouldn't work. In the end, this was the only way to get tu kicked out of the house, and so that's what I did.” He then smirked victoriously. “And it worked like a charm.” He adds, walking away.
“You're a monster!” I yell after him. “A cold-hearted monster!” I sob, running into the forest. I knew that the animales would help. I mean, cus they were always there. Well, they did más then help, they took care of me as if I was one of then. Of course, I was one of then after a wile. That's not the end of my problems though. No, it's far from the end. After I turned 10 I decided to go into town. What I didn't know is that the little town I went to was a hunting town. If u haven't figured out my problems with hunters because of my life, well then you're not all that bright. Anyway, so I went into this town with a small lobo cub that I was taking care of cus, guess what, the mother was killed por a hunter. (are tu getting the connection now? Me+Hunters=many problems) So we walk into the town and all I see are pelts. Animal pelts...and I get bug-eyed. And guess who's pelt I spotted 1st? That's right, the mother wolf's. Well then, suddenly, a bunch of mean lookin' guys run out and yell things like “watch out!” “Wolf!” “Get the guns!” “it's gonna kill her!” And lots of other stuff that makes me upset and angry, and they brought out a whole bunch of guns. (the pup was almost an adult) Well, needless to say, we tried to get out as fast as we could, but somehow we still got shot. Erm...a bullet got me in the shoulder and nearly killed the wolf. Well, that's when I really started to hate people, but then I found my older sisters again. (well, actually, they found me after I got shot) They helped me...then they got killed por this one guy that was stalking them. (I was 15) That didn't help anything on my part, but they hated our father as much as I did, so I didn't let him have anything to do with their being buried. I wound up burring them in a small cave. This is important info for latter, so pay attention. This cave had a smaller cave in the back that no one can find that easily, that's why I choose to bury them in it. The man who killed them, I found out his name shortly after. Rylie was his name, and that was how it was spelled. Anyway, about a week after that, I run into my faithful friend, Sir Kill-yo-mom...XD sorry, I had to make a joke...bad memories of the past can sometime be soothed por the smallest of things. Anyway, so Nick shows up and can't believe I'm still alive. Apparently he doesn't know that I would have done anything to live, but anyhow, back to the point, I had to kill him. The problem is that I didn't like the idea of using my weretiger power to kill anyone, so after I did, I couldn't stop crying. Weird, hu? How getting rid of your biggest fear can do that to someone? I ran into the forest, still crying, and I nearly tripped on a black notebook. Well, we know I'm the curios type, so, of course, I pick it up. To my surprise a tall thing was standing in front of me. Now, I know he wasn't there before I picked it up, but yet, there he was. And...umm...his eyes were red...just slightly darker red then his hair. And he had...wings?
“I'm Ryue.” he said. “I'm a shinigami.”
Ok, so, needless to say, I'm pretty lost. So, umm...i don't know how to replie exept with “why are tu here?” and then he points to the notebook.
“That is a death note.” he says.
That's it? That's all the answer I'm going to get? So, well, I decide to probe into his mind. It didn't take to long to find out how he felt about me. He's not that good at controlling his thoughts. About a año latter I find out that Kira killed Rylie. (I was kinda closed off to the world in the forest. No internet o T.V) At this point I decided to get a lap parte superior, arriba and find out más about Kira. No sooner do I do that then I get to meet him, and, well... ….after he died J-Jay found me. That catches tu up on my life. (as much as I'm willing to share and as much as tu need to know)