Alright. My first vocaloid fanfic. This is supposed to be a Soundless Voice/Proof of Life fic, but I dunno if it's going to stay that way.
And if you haven't seen Soundless or Proof, you should. I they're sweet songs, it's too bad people die... oh well. Enjoy It's Just My Luck!
Rin knew that luck didn't favor her.
She knew it had been that way since she was born, sick and weakly, clinging to the medicine and tubes she had been connected to for survival. Her mother used to tell her she was the miracle baby; she was the luckiest girl on the entire planet. But she knew it wasn't true. Her luck was rotten, and it would only get worse.
Her mother didn't have a strong immune system. She was constantly getting sick, and their father was always moody about it. He used to tell Rin it was her fault, and her mother got worse after she was born. He would scream it to her sometimes, and she couldn't do anything but cry. At those moments when she would start to believe him, her older brother Len would always rise to protect her. She loved him for that. And in her 10th year, her Mother passed away.
After her mother died, her father became more and more reclusive. He neglected the siblings, leaving them to their own devices for a while, but they didn't mind. After her grief, Rin became thankful for her father going away. He always yelled at Rin and Len when they did see him, and she didn't want to deal with that everyday anymore. One day, however, he just… snapped. He wouldn't look at them or scream at them, he just gave them bags with clothes, food, and some money and pushed them out the door.
"I can't look at you anymore," He told them. "Your mother…shouldn't have had you. Either of you."
Rin couldn't believe it. She was being orphaned by her own father. Len couldn't tolerate it. He took Rin away to an old house in the woods, kept her there while he went out and tried to get food and water for them. Even after their father came searching for them not even a month later, he wouldn't accept it. He was loud, filled with rage and hate for their father and love and protectiveness for Rin. She could see it in his face, and the tightness of his fists. He wouldn't allow him to just come and take them away, only to get fed up and send them to an orphanage. He wouldn't let her suffer through that.
He was 16, old enough for a small job and some money which he used to buy enough to take care of Rin in their state. He great pains to keep her comfortable and warm, and gave her all she needed. She was 12 then, and made sure to thank him and help him and not complain about her problems. When she mentioned school, even briefly, he left and came back with brochures and papers. A week later he came home with tears, apologizing that he couldn't enroll her anywhere. Rin didn't mind, really, and told him that. As long as they were both happy, she was alright the way they were.
In fact, when she first started showing symptoms of her illness, she tried to hide it. She didn't want to worry Len. But it just got worse. Her pounding head and heart and her failing hands were becoming more and more of a problem, and eventually she had to tell him. She cried, because of the pain that made her dizzy and the hurt expression he gave her. And after he took her to the hospital, she begged the doctors not to tell him how bad it was. She didn't want him to freak out.
Now, as she sat in her bed and looked outside, she was reminded of her bad luck. The world outside her hospital was cold, white snow falling from a pale sky. It was a cold world she would never get to feel again, at this rate. The disease eating away at her body could not be stopped. It was her just her luck, she said, that she would be the first one to get it. It was just her luck that she wouldn't survive the winter. It was just her luck that she would have to leave Len behind.