I wish it would work

Today, as usual, I went to Lot1 Shopping Mall for some food and to relieve the tension that built up during the morning class(or any event after school). My first choice there would be CCK library. It is always exciting for me, to just look at the huge collections of books; I guess it is somewhat similar condition like when a five years old kid enters Toys R' Us for the first time. There are a lot to explore and so many times you will go "Aah" or "Ooh". Another good point is the cool and quiet condition; it is so relaxing. From there I would go for my dinner with book in one hand, or if I am not hungry or not in the mood to eat, walk around until I realise it is already late to get back to hostel. One nice place to spend the time is Comic Connection on lv4. The shop is not very big, but fully packed with interesting stuff. And I found one object that really caught my attention. It was a simple notebook, black in colour, and with two words written on the cover, DEATH NOTE. I know it cannot be a real one, but it looks quite assuring, especially with the instructions and the actual scribles of the actor as shown in the first movie. Holding the book on my hand, I couldnt help but expressing my wish soundlessly. I wished the book could somehow be real. If it could, I would immidiately write down the name of two people that had been like a drill inside my brain giving me head splitting headache, like adrenalin in my blood - thumping my heart, fueling my rage, and like a huge stone in my stomach, giving me that sinking feeling. I know perfectly that if it was for real, it would regret it just seconds after they say sayonara to the world. But, I have never been good in controlling my temper, and at that time I just want them to suffer. It was a painful decision. One of them is a person I look up to, who I defended in some trivial debates, who finally betrayed all my faith and hardwork(not really actually, but quite close). The other one, I always thought the person was good. It is still the same now. I know it was not the person's fault. The person had no right to decide, but if the person did not even bother to come on the first place, the result would be different. It might not be better, but at least I could try.
It is too late now. What's done cannot be undone. I decided not to buy the book as it turned out to be so foolish on the second thought. But actually I did give a try. I wrote their names with my fingernail on the book. My writing was barely visible, but I know it was there. So, if you die, I want you to know that I feel sorry about it. I regret it.

But you had messed up with the wrong person.