I wrote this AGES ago. just found it, though t I'd post it. Going through files is a good thing. I might post some of my other fics too... hmmm...
Anywayss... I hope you like screwed-up-ness. Reviews? I like candy and I gives you some if you review.
This is Miku's POV BTW.
xoxo
Nikki
I'm always there, watching them. I always have been. You want to talk about the night I died? Right well… There are some things that shouldn't be said. My death is one of them. No, I'm not too scared to tell you… I just don't want to scare you. I can give more details than you wish to know… every bone that snapped and every drop of blood that was spilt. You're scared? Good. Now… I may be gone, but I'm very much here, yes. You can see me... just about and you can feel me.
I miss Luka more than words can describe… But it's okay. I mean, one day, she'll die and I'll have her back, right? You think she'll die as an old woman? Ha, no. She'll die soon… too soon… I'm not the only singer that will die young, and I can tell you who the next 3 are.
Luka.
Rin.
Len.
No, I'm not screwed in the head. Dying really does screw up your head.
Just because you can see me doesn't mean I'm living. But although I'm dead you can hear the speech I'm giving.
Read it, it's written on the road I died on. Well, it was, scribbled in blood, but I guess a year is too long.
The rain washed it away, the last evidence that I ever lived. But I know she remembers, the one I loved.
Don't blame me for caring about my friend. And don't blame me for the moment my life had to end.
It was raining and dark and I could hardly see. And when I could see it was too last because the car was about to hit me.
I know what's going to happen.
Just wait.
It will be soon.
They will die soon.
They will meet their ends.