Lonely Girl
A Miku and OC fanfiction based off the song "Rolling Girl/Lonely Girl" by Genjitsutouhi-P feat. Hatsune Miku
By Nagone
Summary: All she could do was roll.
Rated: K for romance and comfort
Genre: Romance/Hurt and Comfort
Author's Note: As I listen to Vocaloid songs, it occurred to me that I had never written a K fanfiction. All my works began as mature, and I decided that now, it was time for me to take a step back and write a simple piece about rising above the pains of life and finding a silver lining. I hope that this cute, simple piece serves it purpose and brings a smile to someone's face. Enjoy!
She was running.
She was running.
She was running.
Her feet pounded into the hard, scarred, grey-green linoleum tiles of the school hallways, her black skirt's sharp flutter the only noise in the hallway. Tears bubbled up and rose out of the corners of her eyes, overflowing until they hit the ground with loud splashes.
But she couldn't stop running.
Her heart was pounding, her chest heaving with exertion. How long had she been running? One day? One month? One year?
One eternity?
Miku didn't know, but she couldn't stop.
If she stopped, the wind would stop, and her heart would become lonely. And loneliness was far worse than the pain that bubbled up through her body, threatening to force her to stop and rest for a millennium before she could run once again.
She didn't seem to sleep lately either. If she did, it was a dreamless sleep, more of a reflection of herself rather than thoughts of fantasy. She didn't like sleeping: running and rolling around the world served a far more purposeful meaning to her.
She was rolling.
She was rolling.
One more time, one more time.
That's all she needed.
One more time to be heard, to have someone listen.
But she had stopped wishing on the impossible.
No one listened anymore.
No one heard the cries of a sad girl that stuck out like a sore thumb among people that fit in.
Her teal twintails were looked down upon by those with dark, lovely locks, ad her odd, piecing blue eyes were an anomaly among the brown eyed girls. She tried to be interesting, tried to fit in, but her efforts were in vain.
With that one thought, she ran as hard as she could, her form leaving a blue and black blur in her wake as she dashed past students and faculty. Her ears were numb to them.
Her feet were on fire, burning as she took step after step. She felt herself stumble forward, her voice screeching a repetitive cry of "Listen to me! I'm hurting! Look at how they tease me! Listen to what they say!" into the still air. But no one stopped her, even as she ran out the school and away from the constant pressure, the constant bullying, the constant rolling away.
Miku ran towards the hill at the edge of the school, her feet speeding her ahead as though she were flying across the dark green grass.
And suddenly, she was truly a rolling girl.
She tumbled in a heap of teenage girl, her body curling up and over itself as she tried to right herself. She whimpered as she rolled down the long hill, vaguely preparing herself for the awaiting chilly pond that lay at the bottom.
But she never touched it.
She squealed as she stopped suddenly, and dared to part her eyes.
"Hello," a boy said. It took Miku a moment to realize that he was holding her tightly, his deep hazel eyes looking at her with adoration. Miku's eyes relaxed as her body went limp and she collided with the boy in front of her, her body buzzing as her nerves uncoiled.
Miku parted her lips, but found that no words could come but loud, choked sobs. The boy pulled her close to him and kissed her head, speaking the words she wished she could say:
"You don't have to roll anymore."