Six months had gone by since that fateful day in which Light had claimed Misa as his own. And Misa couldn't take it anymore. Whereas in the beginning, she would've done anything to survive, she no longer cared. She'd rather die than endure another day of this torture.

At first, she'd made plans to move as far away as possible. Maybe if she could outrun Light, she'd be safe. However, with this plan, Misa would be living in fear the rest of her life...but it was better than nothing.

Slowly, she packed her bags, quickly hiding them behind her bed as Light stalked into her room.

"What were you doing?" he asked, his tone harsh as he backed her against the wall.

"N-nothing," Misa stuttered, trying to relax her body as much as she could.

But nothing could stop the pain as he forced himself into her over and over for what seemed like eternity. Finally, it was over and he stepped back and smirked at her as he started to leave. "Stay here. Don't go anywhere," he said as he walked out the door.

Misa cried for over an hour, and then finally decided what she was going to do. Screw moving away. She couldn't take the chance of this ever happening again. She was just done.

She opened her laptop, composing a letter to the task force:

Hello,

Please forward this message to L. This is my full confession.

I, Misa Amane, admit to being the Second Kira. And Light Yagami is the First Kira. I will be sending you my proof in a package sent to task force headquarters. Do not, by any means, allow Light to open or handle any packages sent.

In the package, there will be a notebook called a Death Note. You will see thousands of names written in the book. This is how Light and I have killed - writing a person's full name while picturing their face. You may test if it works simply by writing someone's name while thinking of their face.

I think you'll find out that Light Yagami is not the perfect man everyone thinks he is. I hope this is enough to convict him.

Signed,

Misa Amane

Misa took a deep breath before pressing send. She closed her laptop and slowly opened a drawer, pulling out a knife. This is the end, she thought. How sad it had to end this way. But there was nothing else left to do.

She bit her lip as she raised the knife to her neck. Closing her eyes, she pressed the knife deeper, drawing blood. Then she slashed her knife in a horizontal line, slitting her throat.

Goodbye. I'm sorry it had to end this way.