Disclaimer: I don't own Zatsune Miku or the song that this story came from.
Miku walked along the path, holding her doll. Her doll was her only companion throughout her entire life, as she had received it from her father when she was four years old. The doll was beautiful- it had long black hair and large red eyes and it was wearing a pink and white kimono with sakura flower patterns on it. The only odd thing about the doll was that it wasn't smiling like the dolls you would usually see. It had a frown, a look that seemed as if it was about to cry. Miku carried the doll carefully, making her way to the flower field that had many cherry blossom trees.
"Ah… it must be beautiful…" she whispered, imagining the cherry blossoms showering downwards like rain. At this moment, the doll seemed to cry, and Miku hugged it closer to herself.
"Little doll, little doll, why do you cry?" she questioned softly. The doll held no response. "Is it because you recalled your mother's words?" The doll continued its crying. "Little doll… Don't cry now, I'm right here," Miku said to the doll.
The doll seemed be telling a story, a story that left Miku on her knees crying.
"Long ago, I had a home, along with my dear father and mother. One day, Father got drunk. He lifted an axe and walked towards my mother. Father, father, he cut so many times. Crimson blood dyed the walls red. Mother's head rolled underneath the bed, yet her lifeless eyes still gazed at me. Father asked me to help him, help him bury Mother under the tree outside. When we were done, Father lifted his axe again- he cut away my skin, turning me into a doll."
Miku was scared. What was this doll talking about? She was horrified to see that her arms and legs were transparent, she was disappearing. The doll gave a painful laugh. "Big sister… do you think you're a real human right now?" it asked. Miku faded away, leaving the doll in the middle of the path.
This came from a song that I heard when I was like, 3.
the lyrics said:
The little girl carries a small doll
Taking it to the garden to look at the flowers
The doll cries, calling out for its mother
The birds in the trees laugh out loud.