"Pssh, Rin Kagamine? That wannabe Vocaloid? I've seen a lot of useless Vocaloids, and she pretty much brings the whole list to its knees."
"I don't see why Master insists on keeping her. Whenever cuts begin, she isn't even considered. Why cut the good Vocaloids but keep the worst?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's still here because Master pities her. I would too, if she wasn't such an arrogant little twerp with a voice like a dying whale's."
"Hey, that's an insult to dying whales everywhere."
A chorus of mocking laughter echoed muffled through the closed door. Were they really having this conversation about me in the middle of the hallway, right outside my door? Every night they mock me like this, but at least had the decency to say it behind my back or in a different room. A tear fell onto my clasped hands to my disgust. Was I really as soft as to care what the others thought of me? I hugged my knees closer to my chest and attempted to block out the deliberate scorn outside of her door.
Suddenly, a wave of quiet snickers came closer to my door, followed by a suspicious pressure on it. Multiple whispers and giggles as the pressure faded, and finally a howl of laughter evading away into the kitchen. Cautious, I stood, brushing myself off and cracked my door. The hallway seemed as it was, empty and dark. I tiptoed out to investigate the mysterious change of mood that occurred not but a minute ago when I turned and gasped.
There, in vibrant orange marker and a disgusting large scrawl which could only be crafted in Miku's retarded handwriting read:
Worthless little pest, do us a favor and kill yourself off so we won't have to!
I stood, lifeless as a statue as the words imprinted themselves into my heart. I didn't want to hear the shutter of a camera and the taunting that erupted from the kitchen. I didn't want to hear them chanting with a mocking air, "The first worthless Vocaloid! Down with the Daughter of Evil!" I didn't want to hear anymore for tonight, as I had lost my appetite, my heart, and any sense of momentary safeness I would have felt after being told to die. Fifteen years of tantalization from what was supposed to be my family, my lifelong friends. I was done. I will never know what caused me to snap now, to accept that I was never meant to be one of them fifteen years late.
My lips pulled up in a smile and I faced them. I hadn't known what came over me, for a light chuckle escaped my lips.
"Maybe I'll try it. Would that make you happy?" my eyes fell onto each one of the blank faces. "I hope this has brought you whatever you were searching for. I'm deeply sorry that my presence in this house has done nothing but hinder you all from being able to live your lives happily. If my extraction from the Vocaloid household will make everyone happier then..." a tear escaped from my eye and I quickly wiped it off with my sleeve. With a crumbling voice, I stated my fate.
"I... I will do so. You will not have to dirty your hands with me any longer. I thank you for my fifteen years of very kind hospitality. And so... good night." Without another glance at the panicked faces, without another word to make them feel what I felt, without a question as to why they suddenly called and ran after me, I locked the door and wiped myself of them even as they pounded on the door, demanding entry.
Commencing automatic shutdown in T-5 seconds.
5.
I let out a sigh; this countdown was always too slow. Not the first time I have tried, but my brother would always call it off before it could get to one. He was always the only comfort I had in this world. Len Kagamine, one of the most popular and the most loved Vocaloid in the house. Somehow, he was always there whenever she wanted to end it. He would caress my hand and glare at me with caring but firm eyes until the clock read one. Then, in his soft, brotherly way he would say Abort shutdown. His arms would loop around me and we would sit, quiet tears coming from us both.
4.
We would sit there in our embrace until something happened, whether it was me having pins and needles or the call for dinner. Then he would take my face in his hands and stare at me in the most expecting way. I would try to hide a smile, but he wouldn't stop staring until I did. "Rin, don't do this to me. You can't imagine the pain I'd go through if you were to leave me like this. I'm sorry I can't be here to defend you but you've got to fight back. Don't let those butt-heads get to you, okay?" he'd smirk, and I couldn't help but laugh and sniffle.
3.
I scoot over to pick up a small picture that lay on my desk. It was a simple picture of me and Len, sitting at our usual two-person seat in an ice-cream shoppe. To me, it wasn't just a picture, of course. It was my sacred treasure, the only treasure I had of the both of us, happy. Also the only picture of me that was put into the family album. Len was always in the pictures, his casual face looking bored and his smile forced. But I was never in it, for whenever Picture Day came the others did whatever in their power they had to do to make sure I was never present. Whether that was pouring cold water on me right before, or burning my best clothes the night before. I was never in it.
2.
I held the picture tight to my chest, readying for the supposed pain that accompanied death. I took one last greedy look at the flashing time on my arm. This time, Len wouldn't interfere. He wouldn't be here to save me. This was my choice. No one would mourn for my death. They wanted me gone, didn't they? This will be peaceful for everyone. Everyone will be happier this way.
1.
I smiled my last as my senses cut off. My body sit something hard. My vision went dark. And I fell asleep.
