The days rolled right past me, each one the same as the next. Honestly, I could barely tell the difference. Was there even one? The only thing changing is that sometimes I slowly got lonelier than the day before, bullying got worse, and I hated my life more and more.

Sleepwalking through the day. Tossing and turning at night. What did it matter?

What was the difference?

One day, I walked to a hill and literally rolled down it. "Rolling girl!" someone called.

That was all they ever called me.

"Get off my hill," he said.

"No problem," I tried to smile.

After that, the days rolled by like my roll down the hill.

I want to stop my breathing now, I thought.

But I want to roll again before I do.

So I did. Every day, as they rolled by, I rolled down that hill, yelling "No problem!" when someone called, "Rolling girl!" and then left.

If only I could stop and talk to them. Actually tell them who their "Rolling girl" was. Tell them that I'm a girl named Miku, not "Rolling girl."

But the days kept rolling. I kept getting lonelier and lonelier.

I want to stop my breathing now.

So I did.

Just for a minute, I hold my breath.

Someone came running over to me.

The boy from the hill, who called me "Rolling girl."

I let out a sob as he glanced at my cut wrists, scars running up and down my arms. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.

I explained about the loneliness and bullying from school, rolling down the hill, even him. He looked like he was about to cry as I finished.

"I'm so sorry," he hugged me. "Let's get help."

I instantly pulled myself away from him. "I… I can't."

"Why?" he asked.

I don't know, honestly. I just couldn't.

I told that to the boy. He hugged me tighter. "It's okay; we'll find a way."

"Just don't ever try to kill yourself again." He made me promise.

I did.

I slowly got better. The scars faded, the days stopped rolling by in a blur of black and white. Instead, they turned into a splash of color parading past me; each one stopping to say Hi, Miku! Everything's better, right? Good to hear. I'm always here to talk if you need me!

I visited the boy at his hill every day, only he didn't yell at me to leave. Instead, we laughed and talked and cried and hugged.

And he never called me "Rolling girl" again.

a/n: Well, that was a sad fic to write. I hope I got the meaning of the song right; I've never really heard it before today, when I wrote the fic, and the English lyrics were kind of unclear.

If anyone has any suggestions of songs to write fics of, please tell me- I'm trying to write a new Vocaloid fic every week. :)