Hello guys and welcome to my first ever story, yey! It feels good to be here! Btw, please excuse my choice of language, going into Y11 is hard you know? I also know that there will be spelling mistakes at some point, there always is with anyone's work! There isn't much u can do about it! I hope that you enjoy the story, and if it's good, tell me to carry on!
The overview for this story is: The vocaloids are not computer programs…but are real! Plus they have all got their unique computerized voice boxes for their own reason. Miku, who has been a vocaloid for many years longer than anyone else, is not keen to share this secret. Follow her and her new pals through life, as they discover more about each other, and learn each other's dark secrets…..
Enjoy XD
Miku's pov:
Darkness. That is one of the few things I can remember. It was so cold, unforgiving and unwelcoming. It was scary. I was scared
I didn't know anything then. I never realised how one star-crossed event can alter someone's life. None more than mine.
A small flicker come into my view. To others, it would be dull. To me, it saved me, it saved me from the darkness of despair. It was grey, then white as my consciousness returned to me. It was weird at first, I didn't quite get it. It was so new! Something other than black to look at. Over time, I could see other things. The green of the hanging fabric from the ceiling, and the checked pattern, eventually. People, and my body in a silky fabric. I expected to be a baby. To look down and see ten little toes and short stumpy legs. I wasn't a baby though, I was in fact 10 years old.
10 years old….
I sigh to myself and collapse onto my bed. Damn physio was hard. I actually hate it.
Oh hey! Welcome to my life! My name is Hatsune Miku, but you can call me Miku! I live in the UK, but exceed amazingly in Japanese, a side subject. It's so great, the shopping is amazing here, my friends are great and life is going sorta…well.
Yeah, right. I don't even have a proper home. I live in a care home because I ….. Hold on, I never actually told you what happened. News flash, I am now 15. So it's been 5 years…
I grab my music sheets from the drawer, scribbling a tune down frantically before I forget it. It's a tune for my new song, Glass Wall. For once it's a song in English, instead of Japanese like the others. I've done a few combos of both languages though. I grab a pen and catch a glance at my computer. My YouTube account is going well. I post every other month and people actually like it. My last song, Tell Your World, is one of my most popular. That song came to me in my sleep, so I woke up, wrote it down and went back to bed. I managed 7 hours sleep that night. What a miracle.
Wait…. Did I even tell you what happened 5 years ago? I don't think I did….well here goes:
Ok so it turns out I was in a crash. Apparently it was big. I don't know though, I was practically dead at the time, literally. Rest of my family were killed apparently. And the driver of the tanker we crashed into. Darn. Must have been big. I should explain the physio as well, and why I need it and why my care workers need to fork out for it. I've only got 8-ish sessions left and then I'm done. Hip-hip-hooray for me! I should explain my injuries but it will takes an age. I could actually be here ages….never mind, here we go:
Bone injuries (there is now such a thing, live with it.):
Many broken and fractured. Like, nearly every bone (amazing how my use of language degrades in 5 years isn't it)…
I managed to break my back in two places (explains the physio)
Put a hole in my skull (don't know how that happened, did I get caught on a metal pole?)
Internal:
Collapsed lung
Minor brain damage (thank the lord)
And a big internal bleed. Big. That's the wrong word. I mean massive. Big enough for there to be a scar stretching right across my abdomen, from side to side. I also have a few physiological issues, but they are nearly under control. To start with I have PTSD, which is getting better, and I get flashbacks which are not pleasant. No one actually knows about them, it's my own secret. It's often the case I get no sleep at night. If I do, 3 hours. It's rare. Maybe like, 4 to 6 times a month.
God damn it.
(A/n returning to the real world….)
I turn my head to the sound of my door opening. I focus on who it is. I have to look down to do that. Great, it's one of the minis, as I call them, Harry. The little brown haired kid who wrecked my favourite skirt. I do not like him. He wonders in and takes one look at me, and blurts out,
"It's dinner time. Are you coming down or not?"
"Yes, of course I am" I start whilst hoisting myself up, "I'm allowed to be hungry, you know!"
"Doesn't mean you can be cheeky to me, unless you want me to ruin your favourite shoes as well! HA!" the thing belts out. I look at him in disappear. Darn him to hell and back.
I walk past him and into the dining room. My mates, Liam and Frank are there. That's ok. At least I have someone to talk to here…
1 hour later…
The bed creaks beneath me. I have just had the longest lecture possibly ever. No jokes. I'm starting school next week. I haven't been fit to until now. I crumple up the pink and green sheets on my bed. I'm going to a special school. One that focuses on arts. For example, singing, dancing, drama….you get the idea. I haven't been to school before. I think I forgot to mention that I lost all of my memories from my previous life. That means I don't remember one fact about my old friends, family memories, or anything. I'm nervous about this. I've been practically housebound until I recover, and I haven't really socialised.
I'm so nervous. Wish me luck.
….Well? What do you think? This is sort of a Prologue to the next bit. I would like someone to comment on my style, help me improve…yeah….Until days pass, C ya!