I don't own Vocaloid! I know I'm supposed to be doing something else but I really need to write or I might die. Anyways, enjoy!
Hatsune Miku smiled.
If there was one thing she was excellent at, it was hiding behind her mask. It was one magnificent mask, strong and unbreakable.
She was proud of it. She was proud that she had never cried in front of anyone. Not even once in her lifetime.
Miku was happy with what she has.
She was popular. Many friends surround her. Most of them call her their best friend. She was happy with that.
Her presence alone brings joy to everyone. Her cheery attitude brings smile to every face.
So why did she feel left out and alone?
No. Miku was never happy.
They never loved her. They never did like her.
The person they see is someone but her. The person they love was not even Miku.
Yet somehow, as she wore this mask, it was slowly becoming her. She was slowly becoming what she pretends to be.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine."
When in truth, she just wanted them to notice her pain. Why was she hiding anyway?
These lies were slowly suffocating her. She wanted out; she wanted to be free again.
Miku wanted acceptance. But would they love her for who she is?
Of course not.
Because behind the lovable girl they adore so much was a psychopath.
Why did she build this mask again?
Oh that's right. It was to manipulate people. Miku never intended to become the kind girl she was now. She hated it.
That was the truth. Miku hated people. She hated them so much she wanted to rip their throats apart.
Why did she hate them?
Humans are twisted. Never will she trust them again. Never will she love a human being.
Miku would admit though. She was also twisted. She was insane. Miku could never understand the thing called her mind.
She likes helping people, yet she hungers to see them suffer. Miku hates feeling happiness yet she also wanted it.
So what was she talking about again?
That's it, her breaking façade.
The mask was her outlet. It hides her confusion. It keeps her from strangling anyone within her range.
Oh but it was slowly breaking. Just a little push and she would snap.
What's left of her sanity was so small.
Hatsune Miku had always wondered.
How would it feel to see the light in their eyes die? How satisfying it would be to see them feel her pain?
Such thoughts frightened her. Such thought excites her.
And this is exactly why she wanted to keep this mask on. Keep becoming the nice girl she pretends to be.
Okay! I know it's not that good but please review? Haha. I'm sorry for not-yet-reposting my other stories. I still need to rewrite them and I was busy last November because of NaNoWriMo. But I'll try so please don't get mad at me!
