Welcome to the first chapter of this story. Since I'm still fighting writer's block and decided to write something I wouldn't normally do. Hopefully by writing something I'm not used to will kick my brain back into action. I noticed there aren't many OliverxRin stories and since it's my favorite shipping so why not? This is going to be a test so don't expect too much.
Disclaimer~ I don't own Vocaloid! The only things I own is the plot and maybe a few ocs.
Oliver sighs in relief as the blade in his hand pierce his pale skin. He watches the red oozes drip down his hand into the bathroom sink. His pet bird, James, look at his owner concern in his eyes. This been going on for many years and no one notices nor did they care. His one and only wish is to died in order to get away from his misery. Ever since he moved from England, his life turned into a living hell. Bullying, harassing, criticism, or anything you could think off he gotten. It's unknown, how much he could tolerate before snapping. Oh, how much he wants to return to his home country, England, but he knows well enough he can't. After cleaning up the mess and wrapping his hand with a special bandage that gives an appearance of fake skins. He tip toes to his bed, not wanting to give attention to the people sleeping in the building , once he reaches his bed. He collapses on his bed as his eyelid slowly grows heavy, clearly worn out from earlier the day. Before he could fall into a deep slumber, his phone alerts him about several new massages. Frowning, he groggy picks up his phone and looks though it expecting hateful messages, but one in particular catches his attention. This one isn't like the others he receive before and odd thing is the email address 'KagamineVoc'
"Kagamine? Isn't that the last name for that Japanese singing program? I believe it's Rin's and Len's last name" He clicks on it upon curiously and the message wasn't he predict.
'Suicide isn't the answer'
This slightly shocks Oliver because he never told anyone about this depression and yet again to find that anyone cares. He decides to email the user back to see if he or she reply back.
'Who are you?'
A few seconds after massaging it, the same person reply back.
'A Friend'
He rise an eyebrow in confusion before he shrugs it off as a prank. Without anymore interruptions, he lays back down falling asleep.
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