Lui shut the door to his room quietly, bit his lip, and slid down to his knees. Don't cry, don't, don't cry...
He gulped in air and let out a big sob, not that it could be heard. Tears rolled down his cheeks,which he was quick to wipe away. He brought his knees up into a fetal position, rocking back and forth, screaming silently, cold tears running down his face and landing in his lap. He heard the words of the teal-haired diva echo through his head: We may as well call him a Voyakiloid! Hear that, Haku, you have a new friend! And shelaughed. It wasn't that he didn't like Haku and Dell, they were actually fairly nice to him, but Miku's words had hurt. Not even Ring had said anything. Not even Ring...
He sat up, wiping his face on his sleeve, and headed to his dresser. He opened up his underwear drawer and rummaged around for a second before finding the small box where he kept a few things he was too ashamed to talk about. He lifted the lid slowly, careful not to make any noise, and looked inside. It was the same as always, two small razors, a pair of scissors, a few Band-Aids, a few scattered pills, and a small stack of Kleenex. He picked up a razor gingerly, postioned it in his hands, and held his breath as he made a small cut across his left wrist.
It hurt. He made a deeper cut an inch below the first. He chewed on his lip, trying to draw blood. He made a few more. It didn't hurt. It doesn't it hurt? Lui made another deep cut across the first.
It's my time, Lui thought. That was the only logical explanation. Maybe right here, right now, it was his time to die. The universe has decided. Lui never had believed in fate, but why should he not take advantage of this time right now? It would hurt later, wouldn't it?
Lui fished around the bottom of the box for as many pills as he could salvage. He looked at them in his hand. He gulped them back, the way a little kid would with a handful of Skittles. His insides leached. He made three more deep cuts across his wrists. He sat, waiting for life to literally drain out of him.
He started to remember some of his friends. Sister Ring, with her cotton candy blue hair, angelic voice, soft laugh. Big sister Ring.
Tianyi Luo, his best friend, who understood his pain. No other Vocaloid understood her. They played silent board games together, except for her occasional giggle.
Haku and Dell, with their strange acts of kindness. He remembered when he accidently walked face-first into Haku's exposed cleavage, causing a good amount of confusion. He giggled at the memory, and he could feel his brain very slowly shutting down.
He remembered Neru's mean jokes about Miku, which he now realized were meant to cheer him up. He remembered Rin's road-roller adventures, and Len's delicious Banana smoothies, and how hard Kaito and Gakupo laughed when Piko tripped on his USB cord, and Luka's creepy toast incident...
Lui Hibiki did not want to die. Not now. He ran as fast as he could towards the nearest bathroom, which was quiet a ways down the hall, and ran into Clara, who looked at him with concern. She said something, but he didn't understand her thick Spanish accent.
He sprinted into the bathroom, sat down in front of the toilet, and stuck his finger down his throat until he gagged. He coughed up everything he'd eaten in a week or so, and couldn't stop puking. He finally stopped, but the taste and feeling of bile in his mouth was enough to make him gag again.
His insides felt raw, numb, and empty. His head pounded. He hadn't even began to think about his cuts, which had stained his legs arms, and chest red with blood. He cried out silently, grabbing toilet paper and balling it up as fast he could. He patted himself as dry as he could, but the blood would not stop coming.
His fists banged against the walls, hot tears filled his eyes. Suddenly, the door he had forgot to lock opened. Who was it?
Lui looked up to see the tanned face of Bruno, the one and only Spanish male Vocaloid. "Lui..." He said, holding up bandages.
He sat down next to me, took one of my arms, and began to wrap it. "I'm sorry." Lui said, but no words came out. He just nodded. Then, he scooped me up, took me to my room, and set me down on my bed. He wrapped my other arm. "Thank you" he mouthed. Lui waited for him to leave. He didn't. He pulled the covers over him and sat next to him until I fell asleep. Lui remembered him saying with his thick Spanish accent: "Your life is worth living, Lui." And that was all.
Aww, bromance. Everybody loves bromance, especially when the pairing is completely crackish. I don't really know what to do next. Should I continue? R and R.