I do not own Vocaloid, Hatsune Miku or Rolling Girl. I merely own this humble fanfic. I must admit, I'm fairly nervous as this is my first story I've published on here. But never mind, emo fic is emo. I guess I'm just in one of those moods where I just wanted to write. Also this seems shorter to what I wrote it. Meh. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Alone. That's all she had ever been. Never loved by anyone, even her family. But really, who could blame them? She had been different from the start, trying to fit in, then trying to stand out, alternating between the two.

She had changed hairstyles daily, but nobody noticed. Until the day she dyed it. Changed it to bright teal. Then they laughed, mocked her and called her names.

But she had stood out right? No matter how much it had hurt, she had been acknowledged.

Ever since high school she had rolled. Going though many relationships that all ended badly, she had gone to the hill for comfort. Even though she had told her former loves that it was no problem. As she hit the hard rocks and bumps, the pain of her heart break dulled, still there but reduced. And whenever she reached the bottom she would climb back up, rolling repeatedly until she was exhausted. Then she would lie alone at the bottom, sobbing and broken. And this was repeated every day, and every day the bullying got worse.

In the end no boy would go near her, she was avoided as the school "freak" and an "outcast". She was spat at and kicked, laughed at and punched. And still she rolled with the bandages and plasters increasing by the day.

The teachers would ignore what was happening, refusing to accept that there was bullying occurring in the school. It was a bad reputation that the school did not need. Her parents did not help either, uncaring about their daughter, regretting keeping the child. All she did was get in the way, taking money and time.

Then a transfer student arrived. A boy, popular with the girls. But he ignored them, and kept to himself.

But he noticed her.

He observed the bullying, unable to help but concerned. He found her one day at the bottom of the hill, once again shaking and weeping.

"Are you alright?" he asked, kneeling at her side.

"Not yet. I still can't see my destination" she replied, gasping for breath, blood running down her face.

Every day he would come to her at the bottom of the hill and every day he would repeat his question. Then he would talk to her, telling her anything and everything he could think of. He didn't wait for a reply; he just wanted to reassure her.

Sometimes he would get a different answer to his question.

"Just a little more, maybe something will be in sight soon" she said one day, as if hope had appeared.

But the next day it was back to normal. Perhaps worse. That night she cried worse than he had ever seen. And she told him something new again.

"I'll stop breathing now"

With that she clutched her own throat, holding it tightly. She ignored her body's desperate gasps for air and squeezed firmly, forcing the oxygen out of her mouth. Darkness enveloped her and she started to go unconscious. Her thoughts swirled, silently thanking the boy for being there with her, for supporting her. But she couldn't take any more.

The boy stared at her in shock. He grasped her arms, forcing them to her sides. She stared at him as she snapped back into reality and he spoke.

"Are you all right now? It's OK. You are steadily getting tired right?"

As she nodded weakly he pulled her into his arms, tears of his own streaming down his face. They held onto each other as if it were sustaining them, providing their life force. It began to rain, but still they did not break the embrace, the falling water merely contributing to the steady flow of tears from both. Maybe the gods were crying with them.

"Please don't stop breathing now" he whispered.

"Miku."