A/N: Hi, and welcome to my first ever Vocaloid fic! I was really inspired by this song for some reason. I found this particular translation (included at the beginning of this chapter) on YouTube. If you haven't heard the song, I highly recommend you go listen to it. It's very good. This first chapter will be rather short, but expect longer chapters in the future. With that said, enjoy!
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WORLD'S END DANCEHALL
Toeing the boundary of pain and punchline
Sliding down such a long banister
Every good thing's gone, but, hey, darling mine
Your hands are just like pure alabaster
A completely terrible stumbling dance
Yes, will you dance with me on the altar?
Our eyes are dazzled, but, hey, take a chance
What would it be like, right here, together?
High-pitched voices are filling up the whole room
Swirling in these terrible ways at length
Of course, they say the only thing left's doom
Come on, let's spit at that with all our strength!
Meaning tied together with these short little words
And your face doesn't match, makes them all feel unsure
Looking for that, too; looking for that, too
But I don't know what to do
Embarrassed as well as outraged, you said
Eyes are still downcast and smiling, I said
Those kinds of things are less fun than being dead!
With a hop-step, shall we dance, my darling?
In the corner of the whole world, a one-two
One little crash and I feel like I'm sparkling
This lovely sense of melting into you
We'd just disappear with a poof and a hurrah
So let's leave it all behind tomorrow
As we spin around, I say "aha!"
Because the turning world down below—
Only bystanders can really thrive here
Racing to board the very last train
Every single good thing's gone, but, hey, dear
If you bite my hand, will we be the same?
I'm always somewhat unusual; it's like fate's
Prank on me; I've been trying to believe
A dance with completely uneven gaits
Come on, let's ignore it like we're naïve!
The meaning of the repetitive boring acts
The reason that we march forward and don't relax
Looking for that, too; looking for that, too
But I don't know what to do
In sad times, dancing's worth a try
Sometimes you want to laugh and cry
Those things are so boring, I would rather die!
Shall we sing of pop's senses, my darling?
The whole world before my eyes turned around
My heart made a sound like a sick little starling
Oh, not yet, I just can't forget you, ah!
Oh, the scenery from this angle is lovely
What will happen to all these beautiful views?
Since not a single thing will change, definitely
Will you keep seeking something you can use?
With a hop-step, shall we dance, my darling?
In the corner of the whole world, a one-two
One little crash and I feel like I'm sparkling
This lovely sense of melting into you
"Poof" and "hurrah" and I'd just disappear so let's
Leave it all behind in the next moment
Sayonara, with such happiness
To the ending world, I will say, ah—
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CHAPTER ONE
The Beginning of the End
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4:38AM.
I stared at the green lettering of the clock. I'd had that horrible dream again.
Turning over to face the wall, I shrank into myself, curling up like a dead leaf. I wanted to forget; why—why couldn't I forget? Images flashed through my mind as I lay there, and I winced. Remembering hurt. Everything hurt.
It all began when I was ten years old and my father started drinking. I had a hard time remembering a lot before that point, because nothing stuck out so much as all the pain he'd caused. He beat my mother, he beat me, he lied, he yelled. He did everything he could to hurt us. After a while, I'd started to think I could live through it, that it didn't matter anymore. I'd started to think that I was strong.
And then it happened.
Five months ago, a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday. It was horrible. Horrible that I lived with him, that I had to see him every day, that he didn't care what he'd done to me. I couldn't stand it. When I went to bed every night, I could still hear the sound of his voice mocking me, and I could still feel it: his hands all over me, his lips on mine—
STOP! I commanded myself, tears threatening to spill. I gave a dry sob, bringing my hand up to my mouth to stifle the sound.
Hiccuping, I forced myself to think of my mom—of her beautiful blue eyes, her soft pink hair. I took deep breaths and started to calm down. At least I still had her, I told myself. At least I still had my mother. I had someone to rely on, someone to talk to. I had someone, at least, who loved me. As far as I was concerned, she was all that was keeping me alive, the only reason to keep going. Without her, I wouldn't have still been here.
I sighed, closing my eyes. I needed sleep.
Someone knocked on the door softly. "Luka?"
I turned over.
"Are you awake?" my mom asked in a whisper.
"Yeah," I said, sitting up.
She sat on the side of my bed, smiling sweetly. "How are you, honey?"
My mom often came in at night to see me. It was usually the only time we really had to ourselves. She'd been coming in a lot more lately, knowing I was having a hard time.
"I'm okay," I said. I didn't want her to worry.
"Did you like dinner last night?"
"Yeah, thanks." I smiled. She'd made pasta last night, my favorite.
My mom shifted herself a bit, and her eyes fixed on a hole in the wall. I remembered narrowly dodging the punch that caused it.
"Luka," said my mom, "you know I love you, right?"
I looked back to her. "Of course, I do."
Then I noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing her pajamas. She was fully dressed.
My brow furrowed. "Mom, what's going on?"
"Honey, I'm…" She pursed her lips, looking down for a moment at her hands, folded neatly in her lap. "I'm leaving."
A chill washed over me. "What?"
"I'm sorry I can't take you with me, but there won't be enough room for two of us."
"But…but where are you going?"
"Don't worry about that," she answered.
"But—but I…you…" I stammered.
"I'll be back for you, Luka," she said, "I promise." She ran her hand down the side of my face.
At this point I stopped trying to question or reason. It only made sense for her to leave. It only made sense for the last thing worth having in my life to be taken from me like everything else. It made sense for me to get what I deserved, which was, in accordance to what had happened to me so far, not much. So as much as I wanted to yell and scream that she couldn't go, she couldn't leave me here with this bastard I called my father, she just couldn't, I didn't. I stayed quiet.
She got up and made for the door. "I love you, Luka."
I bit my lip. "I love you, Mom."
At 5:46 AM, the last good thing I had walked out of my life.
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A/N: Well, that's it for the first chapter? What did you think? Please R&R! ^_^ Thank you for reading!