Note: I do not own Death Note, just my own characters, some plot and some events that do not happen within the Death Note series.

"Come here child... let mama see you in that pretty dress..." a wavering voice said in an unstable manner.

Standing in the doorway was a girl with shoulder length platinum blonde hair held up in pigtails, with black ribbons poking out behind her head. She was five years old and was visiting her mother in one of the mental hospitals in England. The girl shook her head feverously at the woman sitting in the white walled room with nothing more than a bed, which was bolted to the floor along with a bolted down desk and chair. The window had bars hanging vertical and horizontal across it, making the room feel cramped, restricted and lifeless.

The woman on the bed frowned, her once delicate face turning to that like a banshee as her fingers tightened around the white covers that inhabited the bed she was on. The woman's face was wretched with hate as her once pitiful eyes turned dark and menacing. The small girl froze in her spot while her father, who stood behind her, beckoning her with pleading eyes as he walked inside of the room, trying to show the child that it was safe.

"Princess, please come inside and see your mother. It has been a few months since you came here last." He said with a gentle, but nervous smile for he knew just how unstable the woman he had loved was.

"No! I don't want to be here!" the girl cried out, her small hands were curled into fists at her side, "I don't want to say anything to that woman."

The look on both the woman's and the man's face mirrored each other in horror and anger. The girl's body tensed unmoving as the father burst out in anger, yelling at the child, like he did on a regular basis calling her a spoiled, ungrateful brat. And soon the mother joined in, calling the child a little monster, an albino little freak and so on. Sadly, this reaction happened every time the girl was forced to see the woman, but this time, no one expected what would happen next. The woman let out a chilling screech and somehow produced a weapon; a sharpened short stick, which had been cleverly hidden within the mess of sheets on the bed.

"You turned her against me!" the woman yelled as she threw herself at her husband, pinning him to the ground while he laid there too stunned to move, "You poisoned her mind! How dare you taint her mind and turn her from me!"

The screeching once more, the woman as she stabbed the father could be heard throughout the halls as the woman didn't care how loud she was being. As the father fell to the ground, clutching his chest as he screamed out for help and for his child to run. But rooted to the ground the girl stared at the woman and her father, her deep purple eyes losing any childish emotion and innocence that they may had contained. When the nurses finally did appear, the girl was still standing rooted while the woman cried over the body of her dead husband as she continued to stab him and proclaim blasphemy against him. Looking over to her daughter, the woman let out another scream, stating that her daughter was no longer her daughter and that she was to blame for everything that had happened to her.

The nurses and doctors bound the woman into a chair as she fought against them, screaming on the top of her lungs. As the doctor took out a syringe with amber coloured liquid in it as the nurses, both female and male, held the struggling, screaming woman down, the doctor carefully walked over to her, a somewhat dead and desolate look on his face. But when he looked over at the girl, who was still frozen where she was at the door, she noted that his eyes held pity in them, as well as remorse for what he was about to do, but hidden behind those was an emotion she was familiar with, hate. This doctor hated his job, he hated looking after those who couldn't look after themselves and he hated listening to the screaming, wishing they would all shut up and die.

"I'm sorry little one, but there is no cure for her. She is too far gone and I'm afraid that she will never be able to be the woman she once was." The doctor said as he grabbed the arm of the woman to prick her with the needle.

'No... You're wrong...' the girl thought as she watched the needle enter the woman's arm, 'You don't understand why she's like this... you didn't even try to figure out why she's like this... and yet... she has to die...'

Once the needle's contents were emptied, the woman's thrashing started to slow until no movement could be noticed. The nurses picked up the woman's body and placed her on the bed while fastening her restraints on the limp body. The doctor walked over to the little girl's form and gently turned her around, regretting that he had let her see everything that had transpired as he led her down the corridor to the main lobby .

"Do you have anywhere to go little one?" he asked kindly, wondering why the child wasn't in hysterics from seeing the death of her family before wondering if there would be a way to get her into his hospital for any mental illness'.

"Yes..." was the quiet reply from the girl; though she knew it was a lie. She had nowhere to go; all she ever knew had been her father and for a small amount of time, her mother.

The doctor nodded his head and as soon as they were in the front lobby, he watched as the little girl walked out of the asylum doors. He let out a sigh and looked down at the papers in front of him, reading over the information about the girl and her family.

"That girl..." He mused as the doors closed with a slight click. "It will be a miracle if she survives this ordeal without sustaining any trauma." Soon he let out a sigh, shaking his head a bit as he went to his next annoying patient.

The small girl, walked down the sidewalk, passing people who paid no attention to her. With her hair now hanging around her shoulders loose from their bonds and the black skirt swinging around her knees, along with the white sweater that was pulled around her feeble, small frame; she was virtually invisible to the people around her. London was a large city, so it was easy for a small girl to get lost within the crowds. She paused in her steps as music entered to ears and she turned with a frown on her face.

Ever since she could remember, she had always been sensitive to sound and could easily tell when someone was out of tune. Quickly following the music, she didn't stop until she reached a large park where the music soon stopped. Looking around, the small girl frowned as she saw no one in sight in which the music could have come from. Placing her hands on her hips, her purple eyes flashing knowingly as she searched for some sort of source of music. It was when she turned around though; facing the direction that she had come from, that a loud explosion sounded while a building went up in flames.

The people around her screamed and gasped as they stared at the dark clouds which rose up from the building that blew. Her eyes widen as the people around her ran for cover as another building went up in smoke and flame. She didn't even realize she was going to be trampled by people fleeing the scene, until someone pulled her from harm's way as others ran away from the scene.

"You should be more careful little one. Where are your parents?" A kind, soothing, older voice asked her, causing her to stare up at the person who rescued her from harm in surprise.

He was an older gentleman, with just greying hair and wore a black suit with an umbrella in his hands. He had a kind smile on his face as he took her by her hand and led her out of the dangerous area where people were still running away, and the fire fighters, police and ambulances started to arrive. She was silent as she wondered if she could trust this man, he seemed nice enough to her and by the look in his eyes, and he was sincere in his worry. They reached a bench away from the chaos, which started calming down and he gently placed her onto the bench before joining her.

Taking a piece of her hair, she started twirling it around with the fingers of her left hand, tapping her brown shoes together as she thought about how to answer him. She was known for being brutally honest, for she never liked to lie, but there were times where she would tell half lies, and allowing others to assume she was telling the entire truth. Looking at the older man next to her, she pressed her lips together a bit before speaking.

"Papa is dead... mama killed him out of anger. I didn't want to see mama for she was in the asylum for being unstable. Mama was knocked out from the doctor and nurses who held her down." The girl said evenly as she swung her legs as if she was talking about the weather, "But the doctor killed mama, saying that she was beyond saving which was a lie..." she stated her lips pursing together into a thin line, "Mama could have gotten better if they cared about why she was like that, but they didn't. They just wanted mama out of the way... after all it's easier to feign the death of a crazy person than a sane one."

She stared out at the people, listening as the sirens and people whispering. The older man looked down at her curiously. He hadn't met a child quite like her before and wasn't quite sure how to approach the subject. From what he could tell, she had quite a bit of intelligence behind her young appearance and he was eager to see just how much talent she did possess. Soon music started to play again in the air and the older man smiled a bit, only to look down and see the girl frowning again. Curiosity nagged at him while wondered why she was frowning like so.

"What is it?" he couldn't help but ask, watching as the child scrunch up her face in distaste.

"The person is flat... it's annoying to hear it like that." She said, looking up at the older man, who just chuckled.

"Yes, it does get annoying doesn't when an instrument isn't tuned correctly." He agreed with a nodded head as she nodded hers as well.

It soon came to him, an idea as he thought back to his school. He had a feeling, a very good one in that, that if he brought this young girl to study at his school that he could help her do something with her life, instead of having her go through life on the streets alone. Deciding to go with his instincts, like he normally did, the older man turned towards the small girl, who had been watching him before turning quickly so she appeared to be looking straight ahead.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked her as he watched her eyes lower a bit and purse her lips as she debated herself.

"No..." she said quietly after a few moments of silence, "I don't..."

The older man nodded his head with a smile and stood up, offering the young girl his hand. His warm eyes sparkled to her in kindness that she hadn't seen, not even with her own parents. She still didn't know what to think of this older man who, no doubt, was offering her to come with him.

"My name is Quillish Wammy and I would like to take you with me. I own a special school for children just like you." He said kindly, giving the small girl a choice.

The girl looked at him carefully as she considered his offer. So far, at least from what she had been able to tell, he wasn't doing anything that would make him suspicious. Taking her time to consider the offer, she let herself smile a bit as she placed her small hand into his large one.

"My name... is..."