Being desperate is the worst circumstance a human being to go through. You become aware of the desperation and do anything to get out of it. It is even worse when somebody's life is on the line and you hold responsible. You hold the life of the person in your hand and you know it is slipping slowly out of your grasp. Now you know you have to do anything, just to get a firm grip to that life you wish to hold.
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I hold my mother's hand, holding it gently as though it was made out of glass. So soft yet so fragile as if when the wind blows, it could all shatter. The machine sounds like if it was her breathing, slow and not human. All the cables connect to her as she tries to live through them; every minute of her breathing depends on those cables. The white of the room and all the shiny objects blinds me and give me a sense of despair that is unreachable. She sleeps with restless eyes and a rough breathing pattern, which makes her short brown hair move only slightly. I move my hand to fix her sheets, which were falling of her, when her open a bit.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
She smiles the best she could and looks at my eyes. She frowns and looks at me worriedly, like she always does.
"Miku, have you been crying again? You know I don't like to see you cry."
I wipe at the dried tears on my cheek and smile at her, making sure not to look sad.
"I'm sorry I can't help it, after what the doctor said…I break down….I keep repeating over and over what he said and….I can't…"
I find myself crying, with my hand on my mother's blanket. Crying with absolutely no breath, my mother puts her hand on my head and I don't dare look at her so she doesn't see me cry.
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My mother fell asleep again and I walk out of the room, thinking of what I am to do of this situation. They keep on saying that if we aren't able to pay the medical bills, she won't be able to stay for long. "With no insurance we can't guarantee that she will stay," they kept on telling me. My mother was the only one that worked in the house of just the both of us and money grew scarce each time she came to the hospital. Since my twin ran away from home, a year ago and that put my mom worse than she was before.
I searched everywhere for a job that would pay for my mom's stay in the hospital but I found none. I felt the doctors breathing down my neck about the bills that I even see them in my dreams, mocking me, every day, every minute, every second, every breathe. Feeling worthless and wanting to lay down and cry for hours and just die. That would be too cowardly but that is all I can do.
Then as I walk by, on my way home from the hospital, I hear hope in a form of words.
"Have heard the Kagamine House needs a butler?"
"Yeah and they are holding job applications."
"I wonder who would ever choose that job, that Kagamine boy is such a snob."
Two girls seem to be talking on the way to the bus stop and at that moment, I know that I have a chance and I know that I must act now. No matter and what the circumstance, I must go and I am ready. From taking care of my brother left on my shoulders, I knew what I must do.
From there I run home as fast as I can and enter our shabby little house. I walk to my room and take a good look in the mirror. I let go of my two ponytails and let my long hair flow, so much hair that took so long to grow. I look at the scissors and hold them in my hand.
"For my mom"
I cut my hair, bit by bit, chunk by chunk until I have a boyish style of hair that reached my neck with my bangs of to the side and stare at the mirror because now someone else was staring back at me.
I look in my brother's room and try to find any form of ID. Anything that would make me him in every single way possible and I rummage through stuff that hasn't been touched in year. Suddenly I see something under his cabinet. Dusty and faded is his ID with his picture and his smiling face. I miss the talks we would have and how he would make me feel better by making me laugh.
Clenching the ID in my hand, I prepare myself for the job interview. Gathering any clothes that will fit me and I wrap a bandage around my chest and make it look as flat as possible. Miku is now a part of my past and when I enter the Kagamine House I will be, Mikuo Hatsune.
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At the golden gate of the Kagamine House, I feel my heart beating out of my chest. I am more nervous than ever and all the books that I read on being a butler are slowly slipping out of my mind. I take a deep breath and push the button to enter.
"Who wishes to enter the Kagamine Household?"
"It is Miku…o! Mikuo Hatsune, I am here for the butler job interview."
I almost blow it but I sigh in relief when I see the gates open. Swallowing all my nervous feelings I walk through the beautiful greenery of the house. Such a luxurious house it made you want to blink twice to make sure it is real. I would be dreaming of such a house when I was little, pretending that I was a princess in her castle. Never did I know I would be entering a palace like this as a servant, not a princess.
Ringing the door bell, after the first ring, right away the door swings open, shocking me to the point of almost fainting. Out comes a girl with short green lime hair and matching green eyes. Wearing a short black maid dress and a dusty apron and a duster in her hand, she delicately smiles at me.
"Hello, my name is Gumi," she says while dusting her hands off, "I am here to show you to the interview."
"My name is Mikuo, and it is very mice to meet you."
I bow my head and follow her through the huge halls that seemed to shine every single nook and cranny. Not trying to look too impressed with the décor, I close my mouth and keep the oohs and aahs from coming out. Then we come to a huge white door as though it was painted in melted pearls. I wipe the sweat of my brow and take deep breaths. Gumi then touches my shoulder.
"It will go fine, trust me."
Her smile reassures me but then suddenly the door opens. A tall man comes out with long purple hair tied in a ponytail and a sharp business suit.
"I am Gakupo and I will be interviewing you."
His straight face then turns into a smile that is gentle and kindhearted as I enter the huge business room and now all I have to do is sit in the chair. I close my eyes because now I must do what is best to get this job.
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The interview is over and my heart was in my throat, constantly reminding me that I might not make it. Gakupo and his wife Luka are discussing it over in the room while I'm outside biting my nails. I could hear voices but not what they are saying and the anxiety is making me pull my hair out. Just for a moment I look to my right and I catch someone walking by. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes that were lined with a little bit of green, like the sea floor. He walks by slowly with indifference and stares at me. Not in a friendly way but not being mean either, his eyes actually look a tiny bit sad. He has fair skin and a very handsome face. He seems to be walking outside and I quickly heard the door open and close. Just that glimpse gave me goose bumps and my heart started to race slowly and goes increasing by the second.
I shake my head and decide to snap out of it. It isn't time to start thinking about other stuff that isn't what is in front of me, the unsure future of a job.
Well I hope you guys like it! I worked hard on this chapter and don't worry there is more coming :D
