I think I might have a heart attack (Deathnote FanFic)

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~SPOILER ALERT!~
Go and watch the anime first dumbass, the whole thing not just the first couple of episodes Baka.

~Disclaimer~
Also in cause you didn't notice my name's not Takeshi Obata nor is it Tsugumi Ohba (it's Em, haha thought you'd get my full name?) therefore I do not own Deathnote. I do however own my OC's and my own storyline. Seriously why do I even need to say this it's obvious enough.

~Threats~
Also if you repost or republish ect, this shit without letting me know and giving me full credit (I expect you to hand out links to my account ok mate?) I won't even bother hunting you down, just give me your name so I can stalk you on Facebook and find a photo.

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EDITED MATE

Beneath the warmth of my covers I flicked through Tumblr aimlessly, posts scrolled by in a blur, nothing seemed to be particularly interesting or even catch my short attention span for more than a glance.

Sighing in defeat I glanced up at the clock hanging from my bedroom wall, squinting to make out the numbers. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips; it was barely 1am. Not feeling as though an early night would do me any good I opened Google and prepared myself for another all-nighter.

How many times have I watched Deathnote now? Six? Seven? I've lost count. This anime is just too good, from the characters to the story line, Obata and Ohba have really outdone themselves this time. I typed Deathnote Ep 1 eng sub into Google and clicked on the first episode. My fingers danced along the side of the screen as the video loaded up and so began yet another marathon.

~Later on~

The world went into slow motion as the Deathnote made its decent towards the earth, the suns rays reflecting off the silver letters as it touched the ground for the first time in centuries. Watching from his classroom window was Light, intrigued by the sudden appearance of the strange notebook he made his way over to it at the end of class.

"Deathnote? As in a book of death?"
He asked, staring at the notebook.
"The human whose name in this notebook shall....die?"

I watched him close the notebook place it back on the ground. Predicting his every movement.

I continued with the anime, it was almost sad how by now I'd literally memorised every word spoken. I've been an otaku for a while now. When anyone asks me why I like anime so much I usually just shrug, tell them I dunno. However, the truth is I do know, quite well in fact. The reason, as cheesy as it may sound, is that anime kind of transports me to another world, one where anything is possible. One where there is such thing as ninjas, people who control the elements, wars between ghouls and humans, where people live in fear of Titans or spend their lives striving to defeat them. A world where anything is possible. I world I want to go, where I wish I could be. Reality, on the other hand, is fairly boring. Everything here is confined by the laws of science and physics. On top of that there are all those people who won't stop telling you that 'it's impossible' and 'no ones hair could be like that, that hairdo defines the laws of gravity' and 'there's no way she could still be alive' and 'no one can jump that high, it's physically impossible' and 'how are they still fighting, shouldn't they be in pain?' . It's like they want us to just exempt our boring lives and let go of any hope or dream we have that one day things might change-

The sudden shudder of my windows cause me to nearly leap from my bed in fright. I peered closer, wondering if perhaps a bird had flown into my window. There it was again, fear started to grow in my stomach as the shudder crept across my bedroom until everything seemed to be shaking uncontrollably.

What the-

A howling wind cut through my consciousness like a knife and it only got louder, my mangas one by one fell from their place on my bookshelf and my posters began flying around my room as if they had a mind of their own. A strong wind seemed to be circling me room, so strong in fact that I knew even if I tried I would not make it to my bedroom door in one piece.

What's going on?!

I struggled to get out of bed and barely managed to crawl to the window. I gripped the window sill to stop my body from being dragged away by the invisible force. Outside it appeared to be an ordinary, peaceful night, on the contrary, the current state of my room seemed to be WW3 in action. The posters from my walls began to circle me, coming closer and closer until I could barely see past them.

This is seriously getting too weird,

I quickly crawled under my bed. I lay there breathing heavily. I could still feel the strong wind against my face and the flapping of my posters. Suddenly a bright light came out of nowhere, shinning straight in my eyes. I lifted my hand in front of my face to block out the blindly light.

Don't go towards the....oh, um that's awkward...

It was my iPad, it must have fallen underneath my bed when I got up.

Deathnote was still playing. I reached to it to turn it off. Just as I was about to pause it the world around me went blurry. The floor beneath my faded away and I began to fall, where I don't know. All I knew was that I was falling and that it was seriously freaking me out.

I tried grab hold of something, anything. My hand touched an object falling next to me, I grabbed it, holding on for dear life. Unfortunately it was just my bag, I'd been at the sleepover yesterday and hadn't unpacked it yet. Apart from my bag I there was nothing else that I could see, only a bur of colours. How long I had been falling I don't know, it could have been days or even weeks. For some reason it felt like this place wasn't bound by time. I don't really know how else to explain it.

I landed on something hard.

Ground?

Had I like fallen from the sky or something?

I looked around me, trying to gather my bearings.

Wait, this place looks really, how should I put this, strange?