Teto's pov
Prologue
I'm not a vocaloid. I'm a utauloid, a joke, a nothing. Some days when the vocaloids talk to me I think it is a reality, but then I trudge into the room labeled utauloid. And it is a fantasy to never come true. My name? Teto. Teto Kasane.
Sunlight flashed through the window as the blinds were opened. I opened my eyes but quickly shut them again. When I reopened them, I saw the culprit. Ruko Yokune. She flashed a smile as her ruby red and deep blue eyes sparkled in happiness. This side of her she only showed me and our friends since she needed to be tough. Ruko had black hair with a single blue strip on one of her left bangs which she kept in two short pigtails. The color of her left eye was a deep ocean blue and her right eye was a ruby red. Her headphones with the attached mini microphone were a deep pink color which stood out in her sea of black hair. The number on her left shoulder was 65.
"Well Ruko, unless you want to see all of this-" I posed "then you may want to leave." "Teto?" "Yeah?" "Before you undress, can I get popcorn?" We both laugh as I push her out and lock the door. The smile ran away from my face as I took off my shirt. There they are along both my arms. They are cuts. Some new, some old. Tears traced my cheeks as I looked in the mirror once again. I wiped my tears as I finished undressing and went to the shower but not before taking my razor. I step into the shower as the warm water cascades down my body.I took the razor and cut the only spot on my left arm that was not cut yet. I must have cut too far because all I remember is blackness engulfing me.