A/N: Hello. I've been... not writing recently. (read: since January)

This is based off the song "MAYDAY" by Eshi ja nai KEI. Link in profile. There's no translation at all so I went off of Google Translate. I apologize if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid or the song in question.

MAYDAY

I'll cry out for your help.

I've had enough.

I've had enough of this floating.

This small boat.

The waiting.

I'm stuck.

I don't know how long I've been drifting. I don't know how I got into this situation. I don't remember much. All I know is that I am tired.

The naïve part of me wants to believe that salvation is just around the corner. (Despite there being no corners to be found around here.) I stare at the horizon, hoping. Maybe a rescue ship will come along. I'm sure of it. I- I can nearly hear it.

And yet.

I think the sun is screwing with my mental state. There's nowhere I can go to escape it. There are no hiding places, here in the open ocean. I'm left vulnerable as the sun scorches me. You know what the open ocean also lacks? Fresh water. It's not like I was planning to end up in this situation, anyway. I'm parched. It hurts. Everything hurts. My throat is being squeezed and choked, and I just want to cry out. I can't.

Mayday.

You know, that seems like a good thing to call out for help. (If I could.) A cry that echoes and doesn't return. Who would it reach? Maybe no one. After all, I have no radio.

I'm tired of just drifting endlessly. I just want this to be over. Until then, I'll look for you.

You know, I'm not like everyone else. Even from the beginning, everyone is the same. Not me. I'm sharp enough to know that. Mind like steel. I'm also strong enough to last longer than I probably should have out here. I should be able to withstand the wind and rain for at least a while longer. My entire life, I've been such a strong girl. Emotionally and physically. I know I can tough it out if I try. What I don't know, though, is if I can tolerate this crushing feeling of loneliness.

Another freezing night comes. I'm king of getting used to it by now. So I sit back and try to enjoy the beautiful map of the stars in the vast night sky. I realized that doing so was just to provide me peace of mind - if I could read the stars I wouldn't be stuck in this mess - and questioned their authenticity. Surely they're there. I want to believe that as cruel at the sun is, the stars won't ever lie to me.

Mayday!

I muster up the strength to cry out for help this time, trying to shake the vivid illusions that have appeared right before my eyes. They… look so deceivingly real. Surely I'm perceiving things correctly, these uncertain, unreliable delusions? But how can I believe anything I'm seeing in this state? As they start to vanish, I realize that I want to believe in them.

I just need something to believe in right now.

I've completely lost any sense of time. When does the day begin? When does the end of the day finally arrive?

I don't know.

I don't even want to find out.

Right now... I just want to call out to you.

MAYDAY!

I summon all of my willpower to cry out for help, one last time, tired and weary. Hoping for the end. At this point, I just can't continue to wonder how it'll end. I'll be satisfied with anything.

Suddenly, your hands reach out toward me.

Am I delirious? Am I dreaming? No... This... This is how it ends.

After all of this drifting. I'm... at the end of the seemingly endless drifting. It feels weird to acknowledge such a thing.

And after all of this seemingly endless drifting, I finally found you.

I was always looking.