SPK03 is introducing a random story, this time around. It's called ZERO BOUNDARIES hope you like it. It will be peculiar just like my other stories. You will see what I mean. Pretty soon.
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( I don't own Vocaloid or their characters, music and etc. )
Story: Zero Boundaries
Chapter 1:
"The lesson"
Rin POV:
The sun sets and rises in this world, yet we know nothing of it. How we all came into existence and the reason for our lives. That is the way I happen to portray my life, as the worst pill to swallow daily. Hating life is normal for a teen my age, but wanting to know the answers to everything is different. I have been having strange dreams lately that may be linked to a memory in my previous life.
I am Rin Kagamine just your everyday girl living today in the age of technology. My main question in life is, why was I born...? Does my very life really make a difference in society. Or am I just another wandering soul, that walks about without meaning or purpose. Is it just me who thinks this way, waking up every morning questioning my being.
"Rin, Honey. You have school dear. Wake up."
I awaken from my deep slumber, with sweat lined upon my forehead, it happened again. The dream, where I question life and humanity, then end up waking up in cold sweat. This is great, another shower should wake me up from all this triumph.
Consequently, everyday I hope to dream a heavenly dream it always is a repeated nightmare of dying or floating in pure, utter darkness. I drug myself out of my warm bed still sustaining my body heat. Regret soon filled me when I began stepping away from my lovely bed. My room was freezing cold, as it naturally was that climate every morning.
Inside the bathroom was solitude, quiet, with no sound like a black and white silent film. I was waiting for the day that a psycho killer to just bust in and finally claim my miserable life. It really felt like my life had no meaning at all, although it was true.
The more I began thinking about this concept of living the more my hope on life dwindled, slowly. Every person in this world has a perfect life, except me apparently, living with my mom, a lonesome widower.
Yes, father has been gone an awful while, but it is nothing to cry about as children that bully me at school say. My hands turned the knob in the porcelain white shower that read HOT boldly.
I began disrobing myself to enter the daily morning cycle I called life. Once in the shower, I let my shoulders sag and hands fall to my sides. The morning shower water was freezing me, turning me the color of the shower walls.
All I could do was let the water spread shivers down my spine and deliver me goosebumps. Stupid water, stupid world, pathetic me... The conditioner I used was probably the most pleasant thing about this bathe. Even though I was immersed in cold water I recovered when it was over, toweling myself to conceal my warmth.
It really was horrible, the worst, this life of mine. I really have no life, just as the boys and girls at my school inform me daily. My mother was always quiet this time of morning, could barely hear if she is still alive downstairs. Outside my window a brilliant ray of sunshine beat upon the glass, just longing to enter.
Where is the beauty in something like that? I mean it is just an idiot sun that rises and sets. No importance or reason, I hate it. My uniform, with its sailor suit look to it. The brown and red bow, that is on the outfit with the short skirt that ends above the knee. I think a pedophile designed my school uniform...
When I finally finished dressing, I browsed at myself in the mirror to inspect myself. For someone who does not care about life, I care about my appearance before others. Can't really work with flaxen blonde hair that sits in front of your eyes.
The best I could do was decorate my hair with pins and to top it off, with a white Bow, that would sit straight on my head. I pressed my face with my palms, giving myself distasteful looks in the mirror. I stared at my crystal eyes checking for any sign of bags or dark circles. None, thank goodness, I'm too young to have any dark circles under my eyes cause I'm only fourteen.
Once I finished my inspection, I walked downstairs lifelessly as I did every morning. My mother wore her adoring smile as she did every other day. It was hard seeing her not smile, cause I looked to her for understanding and comfort.
When she was hurting during my fathers death it was me who had to pry her away from that depression. If I didn't do what was needed she would be gone, and I would be alone perishing without her. Pure happiness dwelled in her pretty smiling face that resembled that of mine.
The table was set with orange juice and pancakes, the breakfast of a darling child that she knew was as happy as her. It was a lie, I wasn't peachy at all, far from perfect, wishing death on myself and awaiting the day. Well, at least on the bright side she doesn't know the exact truth.
I highly doubt she will ever know the truth anyways, for it is none of her concern. Quietly I ate with my elbows resting on the table top. My mother said not a single word, just happened to wear the same vibrant smile she always wore. Why life has moments? I know not why it does, but it is truly mind boggling.
Her demeanor on everything is kind, even when things do not seem to go our way. When there is no money coming in, there are rough times of starvation, just milk and bread for dinner. It is none of my doing, the reason we are in the position we are in now.
None of my fault as she has told me every night. I would love to believe her, but it is impossible, if she didn't have to support me then she would not have to work so hard day by day.
Story of my life, so I like to think to myself, none of this has to do with me. Absolutely nothing... However despite harsh times and drastic turns for the worst, I always try to wear the equivalent smile as her.
Being generous is a natural thing that all people in this day and age should carry, but not everyone does. Even I, suffer with carrying that on my shoulders, no matter how much I'm bullied or put down, I stand tall and fend for my own. This is a dog-eat-dog world, but does it have to be that way...?
Why should I care? It means nothing to me, in fact I hate this world and all the people in it and what it has become. Poverty and stealing just to stay a float like every body else does.
After I finished my breakfast, I carried my dishes to the sink and bid my dear mother goodbye, just like another day. The morning air was as foggy and dense like every morning, it occurs to me how tired I am of living. My life really is ordinary in every way except the fact that I hate my horrid life.
Crossing the streets every single morning gives me ideas. Should I commit suicide and burn for an eternity in hell or just wait for the day. Till that day I think I will most likely play the waiting game. Today I thought of changing my mind on that decision by looking into the streets packed with cars and flowing with moving traffic.
This would be painful just for a second, I muttered to myself, clenching my fist. I stood on the very edge of cement that led into traffic. Finally I would be with my father, where ever he was. The light was about to turn green for the cars to go.
My eyes closed at the moment, ready for my death to occur. I moved my foot off the curb seeing the light green with one glance, for that to be the last image I see.
When I stepped completely off the curb, I felt a hand grab me aggressively by the elbow, catching me before I got side swiped by a moving vehicle. A gust of air by a passing car blew up in my face and was followed with a loud honk of a car horn. My eyes shot open with a quick choked gasp, to see the person who interfered with my suicide attempt.
It was some boy that had his eyes narrowed at me. All I could do was stare with a blank expression, tongue tied, unable to find words. He stood before me and looked down at me with his peacock feather eyes that were a perfect shade of blue.
"Girl are you all kinds of stupid, attempting something as idiotic as that?" He began, staring down into my eyes, now itching with the urge to cry.
"N-No, why would you stop me?!" I answered defensively, backing myself away from this stranger that I have never seen before in these parts.
"I don't know. You were about to throw yourself into moving traffic like a dumb-ass." He replied, brushing a piece of blonde hair from his eyes.
"Still, that's no reason to but-in!" I yelled as my knees caved in dropping me onto the cool pavement.
"You gave me reason! Don't be stupid!" He yelled more angrier than me, stepping closer now.
"I-It's not your problem... You still had no right to just stop me." I stated bluntly, just looking down at my hands, now shaking frantically.
"Whatever, just don't do it again. Got it?!" He hollered at me before leaving me, speechless on the ground. He disappeared in a sea of people on a bike headed in the opposite direction of me.
Feeling strange, I left that street and continued walking to school. When I finally got to the school that strange boy was all I could think off. Why would he do that, he does not even know me.
I know if I witnessed someone doing that, I would not prevent them from following through with their act. Maybe he had no reason to do that, but was one of those kind, foolish people that remind me of my mother. Stupid boy, who was he to call me stupid.
What a punk, just butting in, how rude of him, but got to admit I wanted to touch his girly mini-ponytail. Never seen a hairstyle like that on a guy before, but it kind of looked cute. Not that I will ever see this kid again or hear from him again.
CHAPTER END
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A/N
( That's what she thinks! )
Well if you review this, then I shall continue. If it doesn't get any reviews sadly you will never find out what I got in store. This is going to be fun. Just know I have not showed you anything about Len yet... You don't know why she has never seen him before or why he was headed towards the opposite direction of her. Soon you shall see.
This is Zero Boundaries and I'm SPK03
An amateur writer, I appreciate every person who reads this and reviews. So please do leave a review, tell me if you liked this or have any suggestions or if you're a BETA and saw some errors. Just give me a heads up.
Preview:
Chapter2?
Rin: "H-Hey. You're that kid!"
Len: "My name's not 'KID' it's Len, capital L,en. And not very nice to see you again either EMO girl."
Rin: "I'm not freakin EMO!"
Preview over:
But there is more to come, I'm going to create maybe 18 chapters or so...
Thank you for reading
SOURPATCHKID03
Later :D