InnocenceInnocence.It brings to crooked smiles, grubby fingers, brightly colored playgrounds and Cheerios. Some think of little ones picking flowers, while others remember a sleeping baby, immune to the worries and dangers of the world.But when these dangers invaded Sandy Hook Elementary School, that concept of innocence, of purity, was popped like soap bubbles.Images that should never appear in any person's mind tainted the heads of children who can't even pronounce 'massacre'. Their yellow and blue playgrounds have been contaminated with red, and dozens of families will close their curtains to block out the sounds of a world that their chi
The ExperimentalI grew up thinking I was normal.But I remember when I was four, dad told me that I could never enter his study.Twelve years later, I wanted to discover what was in the study. Getting in was easy; I knew that the code was my birthday.On top of a pile of papers was a nondescript grey binder. It wasn't anything remarkable, just a boring old notebook.Opening it, I wasn't expecting papers saying that I was an experiment. An experiment gone wrong.
Tick TockTick tockThe clock is loud in my earsA warm, red stream flows from my bodyTick tockIt hurts so badWhere is she? Where is Misa?Tick tockTakada, Mikami, anyone…Help me…Tick tockL…you've wonAre you happy?Tick tockL…are you watching?I think we're more alike than we thinkTick tockCan you forgive me?We could've been friendsTick tockIf I hadn't touched the notebookWould things have been different?Tick tockMaybe…Maybe I never was God…Light Yagami released his final breath and went still.
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