A/N: I got the idea from the Hatsune Miku PV and lyrics for 'The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku'.

First, silver. Long, colorful wires. Sterile, white walls. And a shining light. It shone into my eyes… I flinched and felt the cold metal table behind, pressed against my bare back. A shiver tore through me and I felt the nerves in my body come alive. It hurt more than I had expected.

I tried to move… I don't know how I even knew what to move. I just know it hurt. It felt like my muscles were being dug into with a blunt weapon and the weapon was twisting and writhing in me. But… there was another feeling underneath. It wasn't exactly pleasurable but it didn't hurt either. It was something that I doubted there was even a word for. It confused me.

I felt my back arch itself, without my permission, and I almost collapsed back against the metal table, had I not flung my arms out to catch myself. I pushed off again, my muscles not as strained as last time but it still wasn't a beautiful feeling. I brought my legs up to my naked chest, feeling two small lumps of flesh pressed against my thin thighs. I turned on my rear and stepped down off the table.

My legs immediately banged together and shook. I had to press my back against the wall and pray they would grow used to the sudden pressure I doubted I ever felt before. My hands gripped the flat, cyan colored wall and I felt the burn in my legs slowly fade, though I doubt it would ever vanish all together.

I tried to imitate a motion I remembered. Running. I moved one leg, followed by the other, steadily increasing the pace, imitating the familiar motion. But I couldn't remember how to stop. I slammed against the door at full force, and a sharp, screeching pain shot through my shoulders and down my spine. I let out a cry and felt a heat rush through my body. The legs I just got to work buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor.

"Password needed," a feminine voice called, a robotic twinge to its pretentious tone.

I blinked. Password? What would a password be? And why would I need it? Password… My eyes widened and I said the first word that came to my mind.

"Hatsune," I mumbled, in a high pitch, peppy voice.

"Access granted."

I took advantage of the opening door and flung myself forward, my hands pressed against the retreating metal doors. I took a step out into the hall way and saw white everywhere. And doors. Long corridors of doors and names.

I turned around and saw a pretty little sign above the door I just walked out of. Hatsune Miku. That was my name. Hatsune… Hatsune Miku. I turned back around and ran straight toward the door across from my room. But I stopped right in front of the large double doors. There were two dramatic windows, one on each side. I could only identify the area beyond as a waiting room.

There was a large, pure white waiting desk that looked to be made of marble. It was covered haphazardly with papers and clipboards, yet not a pen in sight. Along the wall was a line of matching chairs, all pressed closely together. There were no pictures on the wall, no smiling faces as they greeted newly released patients. But there was something red.

I carefully stepped over the threshold and came face to face with a body.