Scarlett's Story (A Death Note Fan Fiction)

Scarlett was raised at Wammy's, and after many years, L has come into contact with her again! She leaves her friends to help with the Kira case, but is that it? Or are they all going to see each other again?


4. Remember

The dull pain in my head made me groan. My voice seemed to come from somewhere far away and my eyelids felt a lot heavier than they should have done. I lifted a hand to my forehead and felt a bandage. I blinked open my eyes in confusion.

I was in my room back at headquarters.

Once I had summoned the strength to pull myself out of bed, I started to make my way down the stairs. I didn’t know what day it was, or whether it was still night or not. All I knew was that either I had been dreaming for half of it, or the impossible had just happened.

It was the first time I had dreamt of them all in months. Maybe it was the danger I was beginning to face more and more frequently that brought back my memories of them and how we thought that we would risk anything for each other.

But look where we were now. I certainly wasn’t risking my life for them; I had barely even thought of them since I came here. Had they forgotten about me too?

I had to stop and sit on the stairs for a moment. Had they forgotten about me? Hot tears pricked my eyes and I couldn’t hold them back. I had never said goodbye to Matt, or even told him where I was going. I hated myself for it. I guess that I just couldn’t handle saying goodbye to him. I didn’t want him to see me cry; which would definitely have happened if I even saw a glimpse of his face before I left. I had never even considered that what was better for me was a whole lot worse for him. How could I be so cruel?

I quickly wiped my eyes and continued down to the muffled voices below.

I tried to slip unnoticed into the crowd of investigators. Obviously, that didn’t quite work out how I had hoped.

I was asked questions about what I remembered or how I was feeling but I ignored every single one of them. I needed to get something straight.

“L? I need to talk to you for a minute.” I said quietly.

He turned around in his chair to face me. I tried to tell him with my eyes that I didn’t want to do this in front of the others. Luckily he understood me.

“Well that’s quite alright,” he agreed, “follow me.”

I gladly walked behind him as he made sure that we were in a room with no surveillance. He knew that I liked my privacy.

“What exactly happened?” I asked, a little louder than I had spoken before.

“Well, the police cars surrounded Higuchi and his car hit the wall, knocking you unconscious. He died while we tried to apprehend him while you were carried to the helicopter to be taken for medical treatment.”

“Oh. Okay.” I sighed with relief that my friends were still safe. Hopefully.

I started to tear up again that I never said goodbye to Matt. I had liked him back at Wammy’s. I had liked him a lot. He probably just saw me as a good friend; but to me, he was so much more.

“Are you okay?” L tilted his head slightly to the side.

“I’m fine.” I replied, rubbing at my eyes furiously, “I think I’ll wait until I’ve properly recovered before I continue with the case.”

“Yes,” He nodded as he began to lead me back to my room, “I feel that is best.”

I needed to find a way to contact them. I couldn’t very well fly back to England and none of us had our own phones either. I don’t remember us ever exchanging emails and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember the phone number for Wammy’s itself. Had I written it down somewhere? I must have at some point.

I dug through my draw of belongings, thoroughly investigating each one before placing it on my bed. If I were to write down a number, or something important, somewhere where I would remember it, what would I write it on? It would be something I would never throw away or would be likely to lose, but it probably wouldn’t be something big. Then I figured out the only place I would write the number.

I grabbed the picture of Mello, Matt, Near and I off the bedside table and flipped it over hastily. Prising off the back as carefully as I could, I slipped the photograph out of the frame.

Just as expected, the number was written in my slanting handwriting across the back. I punched the numbers into my phone but, as I was about to press the call button, I hesitated. What if the number had changed? I would only get my hopes up. If I did get through, who would I ask to speak to? I always found it hard for Near to understand me and I don’t know what I would say to Matt. Mello, on the other hand, I could talk to easily. But what if he told Matt that I had called? Would Matt hate me even more? Again, I wouldn’t know what to say to Matt. Mello it was.

I took a deep breath and pressed the call button. Slowly, I lifted the phone up to my ear and listened to the steady ringing. Then someone picked up.

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