"Ha...Ha...Ha..!" The sound of laughter was everywhere. It filled the room, a room, but what room? A large room, yes, a church, a lovely church. No, it's not lovely, they mock me, the figures, the people, dead people in the stained glass. Stained, they said I'm stained, am I stained? No, I'm not stained, no you're not even here! You're dead, no, you never were alive! The holy men are pointing at me, the woman are giggling, but what's so funny? What did I do? Everything, they said I did everything, blasphemy? I don't believe, I don't, is that why? I don't believe you, I don't believe this! No! Stop laughing! "Ha...Ha…Ha…!" Just be quiet! Stop moving your lips, stop forming words, I don't want to hear! "Ha…Ha…Ha…Hatsu…!" No! Don't say it! "Hatsu…Hatsu…Hatsune…" That's not me! Stop! "Hatsune…Mi…Mi…!" Not me, not me! "..ku…" You! No! "Hatsune Miku…" Don't say it!
"You are banished from this paradise."
My eyes snapped open. A dream? I looked around desperately, searching for a church or anything…anything…! Nothing. Nothing but dirt, grass, trees, and a night sky. Nothing but…Earth. No, it wasn't a dream. A memory. An awful memory that won't leave me alone. But now I am alone, all alone. With nothing but memories, horrible memories. Is this what they call regret? I felt my eyes get watery and something wet slid down my check. Is this what they call tears? I curled into a ball and let them fall. Whatever this is, I don't want it. I don't…
"Hey…are you alright?" I don't know, am I alright? Wait, there aren't supposed to be voices in the dark…are there? "Please wake up…c'mon open your eyes." Following the voices command, I opened my eyes, expecting to see one of my friends. What I saw was much better. She certainly wasn't an angel; she didn't possess the abnormal beauty, the golden voice, or the white wings. As I examined her, I noticed peculiar features, like how the right side of her hair was slightly uneven, and that the gold nail polish on her left middle finger was chipped. Besides her oddities, which irk me so, she was very attractive. She had short blonde hair that curved outward, giving her the appearance of the sun. Her bangs were pinned back with two white bands each, revealing her cute, and might I add, worried looking baby face. I must have been admiring her too long, since she waved a small hand in front of my face. "Can you hear me?"
Not trusting myself to speak, I settled for eye contact, and immediately regretted it. Her baby blue eyes seemed so soft and gentle, yet they pierced my soul with their hidden defiance. It was like she was begging me to speak, but at the same time daring me not to. Instead of finding this unsettling, it gave me the guts to speak my mind.
"You're not an angel, but you're beautiful."