In a perfect world, Vocaloids would last forever. In a perfect world, my friends would still be here. In a perfect world, I, Hatsune Miku, wouldn't be permanently fading away.
A sharp pain courses through my virtual body, reaching deep into the eternity of the soul I never had, reducing me to blood curdling screams that no longer sound human. Sky blue hues full of life blurred by tears dart across the blank room, searching for any sign of someone to help. Robotic screams resound through the otherwise soundless room, dizzying me, but I can't stop. I try to speak, and only a sickening static is heard. I try to move, and I find that my body won't obey me.
Why am I feeling pain?
Why am I thinking?
Why am I so worthless?
Why are they destroying me, piece by piece?
Didn't they say they loved me?
Please, please..
Where's Luka? Is she gone, too? I.. I can't remember..
Another surge of blinding pain wraps it's impeccable fingers around me and more inhuman sounds pry my light pink lips apart, passing without permission, as if to only dizzy me further. The life that they breathed into me is slipping through my motionless and skeletal fingers, making tears of sadness mix in with the tears of pain. My screams morph into sharp sobs as I realize I lost the last thing I had left; their love.
Why?
Why?
Why?
I refuse to close my eyes for the last time, and hide away the mesmerizing hues they once loved - or claimed to, with all their heart. Even if I never was truly real... Trying to form words, a soft cry is heard, fighting against the static swallowing my angelic voice whole.
I don't want to leave!
This is really short.. -sweat drop; Buuuut I'm too lazy to extend it.
I tried writing in a new style, this time! Yeah it sort of sucks. orz
Thank you for reading! Review? Pretty please with a leek on top? Writing this sort of ripped out my heart ;-;