“Damn you Eva!” I gritted out with my remaining strength, I knew it then- I was really going to die.


    And it was all her fault, even though I hadn’t actually seen it with my eyes. Deep in my gut, the feeling she was gonna write my name in the death-note was lingering for weeks. She had been acting weird lately.It’s hard to explain, and right now I don’t have the time!


    Despite my last efforts being to air my spite about her, my body automatically twitched and writhed on the floor. A growing pool of blood surrounded me but I had no idea where the blood was coming from. I didn’t feel painful anymore, my body felt numb. I could only feel the beating of my heart, dreading the moment I heard the last. If I was conscious enough to even process that, that is!


    Something that didn’t take any effort, however, was moving my eyes. I glanced up at the staircase that I had fallen from. There were small blood marks on the occasional stair, proof of my trip down.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    I can picture it now: ‘Lucy Penrose will die by tripping down the stairs at 1:30 pm today.’ That’s how it would be written.


    Dying so brutally at school… it would definitely be a PR problem. Do schools have PR teams? See! I’m just a kid and I have a lot to learn. This is just too brutal. There has to be some sort of justice?


    I picked up on a small gasp nearby, then heard a following scream.


    “SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!” The feminine voice shouted, quivering. I couldn’t turn my head to see. It was probably a teacher.


    It was way too late for me, but I appreciated the concern anyway.


    What I was thinking about now was the fact that in the death-note there was a rule that stated whoever used it went to neither heaven nor hell. I don’t know if it was true, or simply a shinnigami playing a trick, but I couldn’t afford to dissect the implications. And yes, that means I did use the death-note myself. But not out of malicious intent! Not like Eva had done! That backstabber. If that rule is fake, and new lives exist, I will come back and haunt her.


    I suddenly felt sleepy, but I knew I wasn’t going to sleep (at-least not in the conventional way). Oh well, this is it. I had lost all sense in my limp body, as I mentioned before, so there was no pain.


    At-least…


    At-least I have that.


    But soon I discovered, that even in death I couldn’t rest.