Warning: Death & Angst in the beginning. And slight sexual mentions. I don't think this has been used before, but whatever.
Mentions of my friends, but I changed their names. Bwahahaha. You can no longer stalk them.
Yes, every name of the people I know in real life are changed.
And the girl in the story is me, so don't get confused.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vocaloids in any way, shape, or form.
"No, please, God, I'm begging you, please, leave me alone! I swear I won't snitch!" She cried, terror dominating her emotions.
Fear, Anger, Regret, Terror, Fear, Terror, Fear, Terror.
The men smirked, looking down at her. She was the little rose they had decided to steal, turning her into the broken doll lying in the gutter. She had been walking home completely innocent, doing no harm. She had been a bit late, she must admit, but it was just because she bought a bouquet of flowers to put on her father's grave on her way home. She had been just like other rape victims: at the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. The men had seen her in her long snow white turtleneck with brown leggings, and decided to defile her, seeing as no other women had been walking around.
She sobbed once again, blood gurgling up. She could've sworn she was crying bloody tears, but her vision was getting too blurry to be sure. The men turned around, starting to walk off. She let out a cry of fear and anger. They were just going to leave her here to die? It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair to anyone! Her mother would lose a daughter, making her spiral into a deep depression, yet again, after she had finally been getting better. It would tear her family apart even more, seeing as she rarely spent time with any of them besides her mother. It wasn't fair to her friends, who had just lost their other friend, Missy, not even 3 months ago. How would they cope with her death?
...Would they even care?
The girl let out yet another sob and scream, seeing her vision start to fade to black as she slowly bled to death, the pain of her broken body speeding up the process.
"I'm sorry..." she cried, "I'm so sorry!"
Her head finally lolled to the side, her heart stopping cold, and her lungs slowly easing out their last breath.
The doll had finally broken completely.
The school held a memorial in her honor, friends crying, others bowing their head in respect and trying to comfort the mourning.
Her mother had been called in to identify the child, who turned out to be her youngest daughter. She screamed and fell to her knees, questioning God for taking away her baby.
The funeral was held 3 days after the day of the murder. The girl was buried in a ruby red dress, clutching the flowers she had bought for her father in her hands. They never were able to pry her lifeless grip off of those roses. They had curled her hair, sprinkling glitter in it and placing 4 small butterfly clips in her hair. She was buried barefooted, her sister insisting that it was her favorite way of walking around. That the girl had despised shoes with a heated passion. She was buried next to her father on January 25th. People threw lilies, baby's breath, roses, and irises on her coffin as it was lowered into her grave.
Only one of her friends refused to accept her death. No matter how much pleading and logic he heard, he never believed a single word.
He never believed she actually, truly died.
(Small Warning: It changes point of views here! It goes into first person!)
I gasped, shaking.
What the hell just happened?
I thought I had died!
I blinked, opening my heavy eyelids, only for my first sight to be tear filled hazel eyes.
"You're back." He smiled, tears pouring down his face.
"Where am I?" I questioned, my tongue feeling heavy.
Wait, my voice sounded funny.
I cleared my throat, trying to speak again. "Where am I?"
No, it still sounded funny. What the hell happened?
"What's wrong with my voice?" I asked, tilting my head only for my vision to be obstructed by a waterfall of blonde hair.
Okay, my hair was not blonde.
I started panicking, completely and utterly confused.
"Calm down, calm down!" He cried, holding me still, "I'll explain everything."
"Go on, explain then!"
"Fine, fine. Okay, you had died a few months ago. But I refused to let you stay completely dead. Only your body was dead. Your spirit wasn't. So I built your spirit a new body, then I uploaded all your memories into it. I added all the emotions available into it, too. I changed your look though, so not to scare the shit out of people that knew you. I changed your name, too. Your new name is Rin. Like that girl you liked, the famous one? Yeah, you look exactly like her now!" He replied, holding out a mirror. I grabbed the mirror, studying my features.
Soft, short blonde hair, baby blue big eyes, scarlet lips standing out against my pale skin.
"You created me? I'm a robot?" I questioned, tilting my head.
"Yes, you're body is that of a robot's." He stated, gesturing to my "new body."
"And you uploaded my old memories?"
"Yes, I did."
"Then why don't I remember you?"
There was a silence.
"...You don't?"
I just shook my head in response, watching my hair shake back and forth.
"Well it must because I look different." He commented, "I'm David."
"And I'm Rin?" I inquired, tilting my head.
"Yes! Good!" David replied, smiling at me proudly.
"Can I see how I look?"
A confused look, "But you just did."
"That was just my face." I replied, "I didn't see my entire self."
"Oh. Well, yes, you may. The full length mirror is in your room." He said, taking my wrist and pulling me down a hallway to a room with a small orange sign reading "Rin's room! Stay out!" David opened the door for me, revealing an orange and yellow cheerful room. The bed had yellow bed sheets with small oranges on them with an orange comforter and a yellow canopy with small oranges on them above it. There was a brown desk sitting in the corner by the window with yellow lace curtains. On top of the desk there was an orange laptop, sitting open. The flat screen television was quiet, just waiting for the order to turn on. A tall lamp stood in the opposite corner, by an orange and brown bookshelf and an orange beanbag. Just as David had said, there was a tall mirror leaning against the wall, tucked away in a corner by the bookshelf.
"I love it!" I gasped, grinning.
"I knew you would." David beamed, his face turning serious suddenly. "Rin, we need to talk. I need to warn you about something."
"What is it?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Well, to fit with your new look, I uploaded some of the other Rin's likes and dislikes, her voice, her looks, pretty much everything about her. So, the company that created her, decided since I basically made a life sized her, that you'd act like her. I've already made all the other Vocaloids, we just need to wake them up."
For some reason, that made me uneasy. "To do what, exactly?"
"To perform as the Vocaloids." David said, acting like it was the simplest thing in the world. So, I was "brought back to life," just perform as a character from Vocaloid?
…
I actually kinda liked that deal.
"Wait...all the Vocaloids?" I questioned, alarm bells going off in my head.
"Yes, all the Vocaloids." He replied, tilting his head, "Why?"
I didn't give him an explanation. Instead, I squealed in excitement. "Where are they?"
"They're in the same place where you first woke up. Why?"
I didn't reply to him. I just screamed, turned, and ran back down the hallway. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing the holding area for all of us. Right next to mine was the one I was looking forward to meeting the most. I cautiously stepped onto the little platform, pressing a button and hearing a whoosh, then seeing all the wires, and tubes, and little electronic things slacken, then fall off completely. The Vocaloid nearly dropped to the ground, but then suddenly jolted up, opening his eyes.
"Welcome to life, Len."
Yeah, so I daydreamed this!
Yes, I truly do daydream things like this.
So, I figured, hey, why not make it into a story?
So, yeah, this happened.
Hope you like it so far!
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~Amaya Kagamine
