In the week that I had gotten to recover, there was nothing but fear, conflict, and suffering that shook me to my very core. In the time I had managed to get some sleep…I got these…nightmares. At first, they were not terribly traumatizing. Just…seeing my mother's face was nightmarish enough…Until I started to dream of being in my mother's place. The pain was terrible. Nothing could measure up to it. Ever. My mom was there, watching my torture. She just…let it happen. That was the worst part. I stopped eating. I had managed to only eat an apple, a couple crackers, soup, and drink a couple glasses of water during that entire week. That was it. Even then, I barely finished any of them. Eating just left me feeling nauseous.
My brother watched me in horror as I deteriorated, I knew he wanted to help me, but every time he would try to, I pushed him away. Akaito had purchased my favorite food, leeks, and attempted to persuade me to eat them. I refused. Even though they were only trying to help…my hate for them only grew. If my brother had only kept his secret to himself none of this would have happened. Why was I doing this to myself By the 6th day, I was feeling a little better. I started eating a little bit and sleeping more than a couple hours. I was still angry, torn, scared, sick, and devastated…but I no longer showed it physically. It was more of an internal thing at this point. I told Mikuo I was ready to start school, I needed a distraction. This was shocking news to him, but he agreed. My condition was improving. (On the outside, at least) Akaito and Mikuo got my school supplies. Then Monday came. It was time for me to start school. I got up at four in the morning, since I still had some trouble getting more than a couple of hours of sleep, and I got ready. I showered, changed into the uniform, brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth. Akaito and Mikuo were not up yet, and I had nothing better to do. Therefore, I just watched TV until six. Akaito woke and drove me to the school. Before he drove off, he reminded me I had therapy after school.
The school was…very vivid. The grass was green and well cut. The smell was pleasant. There was a variety of different looking kids swarming into the entrance. It seemed…nice, for lack of a better word. It was a great change from the gray of the apartments. I joined the crowd of kids in the entrance and stumbled into the lobby. After navigating around a bit, I found the main office. The woman at the kiosk did not even bother looking at me as she typed impatiently on her keyboard. "Hatsune Miku?" She barked, when I confirmed, she continued, telling me my room number and my teacher's name. With this newfound information, I left. "We have a new student with us today." Mr. Hiyama announced with a lopsided grin on his bespectacled face. I stood at his side, taking in the class. They all stared back at me with varying levels of curiosity. I had told the teacher I did not want to introduce myself. It felt too awkward. "Her name is Hatsune Miku. I'll trust that you'll all treat her well." I was uncomfortable. There was no other way to describe it. I had tried to pay attention to the lesson, but I kept getting this tingling sensation. After surveying my surroundings, I found the source of my discomfort. A pair of bright blue eyes were peering back at me. The moment our gazes connected, the two owners of the eyes broke out into grins. A wave of uneasiness washed over me. They weren't creepily smiling at me or anything, but that still doesn't make it any less awkward. They were twins; I guessed at once. They had matching blonde hair and blue eyes, and both had youthful, innocent features. A part of me wanted to raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom and just sort of stay there until lunch. However, that was not an option…The whole point in going to school was supposed to be a challenge for me…To make some friends and attempt to get over my trauma. I looked back at the blonde pair.
The girl was now craning her neck to peer at me better; she pushed her brother slightly out of the way with her elbow. The expression she was sporting would most likely going to be making a cameo in my nightmares. Fantastic.. Just my luck. I let my gaze return to Mr. Hiyama as he rambled about…physics, I think. "Hatsune!" A high-pitched voice squealed, causing me to flinch. It was lunchtime. I had barely just passed through the large double doors when, almost immediately, one of the twins bombarded me. My energy almost completely sapped, "Huh?" I responded. "You should come eat with us!" The girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Being shouted at with such an intense stare left me with my mouth slightly agape. I could practically smell the ulterior motives wafting off her. "Why should I? I don't even know your name, yet." I mumbled, suspicion evident in my voice. "Besides…You probably have some…strange request you want me to accept, and I'd rather not get invol-" "No, no, no, no." The girl cut me off, waving a finger in my face. "I just want to be friends…Nothing more…Nothing at all." She stressed the last words adding to the uneasiness factor. "However…If you're willing…" The girl smirked, "I have a teeny…um…tiny request for you.. It's minuscule, really!"
She held two fingers a centimeter apart to show how small the request was. I considered this. "…Fine," Before she could cheer, I added, "but don't think I'm completely at your mercy. I can still refuse and ignore you for the rest of the school year if it's too…inappropriate." The girl giggled at this, "Right, right." She grabbed my forearm and pulled me to a nearby table where her brother and a green-haired girl sat, busily chatting, and chuckling. "My name is Kagamine Rin, by the way." She motioned to the two students. "…And these are my minions." The two stopped talking to each other to shoot Rin a look of disgust at the word 'minions'. Excuse you?" The greenhead challenged, taking a chomp out of a carrot. "Don't worry your pretty little head, it's nothing! ~" Rin sang. She returned her gaze to me. "That's Gumi; she's been my friend since pre-school." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, waggling her eyebrows. "Her and my brother are a… thing if you catch my drift." Then she spoke up, "Speaaaaking of my brother," she pointed at him, "his name is Len…he likes bananas and he's good at math and stuff…and that's all that's really interesting about him…" Len grimaced, "Rin, you are so loving, my heart can't take it." I managed to chuckle at this. "It's nice to meet you..." Gumi spoke to me, ignoring the twins' banters.
She frowned, "Sorry…Rin never mentioned your name." Damn it. "It's Hatsune Miku, and it's nice to meet you too." I stated, sitting down next to the green-haired girl. "ANYWAY," Rin shrieked in an attempt to avert my attention back to her. It worked. ", that favor I spoke of before…" I stared at her expectantly as I pulled my lunch out of its box. "Miku…" She paused dramatically, giving me the impression that she was proposing to me. "…will you join…our band…as our lead singer?" The two other students at the table gaped at Rin's forwardness. Len cleared his throat, "Rin, you don't even know if this girl can um… well SING. Why would you ask her that?" Rin put her hands on her hips triumphantly, "I caught this aura about her. She has potential, I can just feel it!" I thought about it…I used to sing…in the girl's choir in the eighth grade. I have not sung since. I remembered I used to love it, though...And I had gotten a solo in a concert at one point…Before I could stop myself, I uttered, "Maybe. We'll see." Rin's eyes twinkled, "Really!?" When I reluctantly nodded, she hugged me, attaching herself to me like a leech. "Oh, thank you! You are an angel sent from heaven, aren't you? Oh, you sweet, sweet girl, I will love you forever." "Please let go of me…"
We ate lunch, I took in my surroundings, a table in particular piquing my interest. Several different looking students were happily laughing and exchanging friendly conversations. One person in particular caught my eye, Rin caught me staring and tapped my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. "What's up? You had a weird look on your face. Do you have a crush on a guy over there, or something?" Her face then changed to a mischievous smile, "Or…Do you play for the other team? It's fine…We don't judge." My throat closed up and went dry at the implication that my sexuality wasn't straight. My fists clenched slightly and I grit my teeth. "Not fucking happening.. Not in a million years." It wasn't as if I thought homosexuality was disgusting. I didn't think it was immoral either, people can love who they want…It's just…After my brother abandoned my family for a man…I started disliking the idea… Gumi sensed my anger and tapped my hand, and sent me a concerned look, "She didn't mean anything by that, no need to be so high-strung." I could feel warmth in my cheeks, embarrassed at my sudden anger. "No…It's fine, I'm fine."
I turned my attention back to Rin, cocking my head to the side. "Who are they, anyway?" I asked curiosity getting the best of me. "They are upperclassmen." Rin spat with a mouthful of orange. "They're just popular…Upperclassmen…Nothing special about them, really…Kind of like Len." This earned her a light slap from her messy-haired brother. Gumi elaborated, nodding her head in the direction of their table. "That blue haired boy is the student council president, Kaito. His girlfriend is that brown-haired girl. Her name is Meiko and she's sort of…'top dog' in this school." She laughed nervously, then continued, "That purple-haired boy is Gakupo and-" Rin casually finished "He's a big fat playboy flirt."Slipping another orange slice into her mouth. Gumi nodded, "He flirts with other girls behind his girlfriend's back. I don't know if she knows or not…His girlfriend is the pink-haired girl, Megurine Luka." She assigned a name to the girl that had caught my initial attention. "She's very-" "Beautiful." Len gushed, his mouth watering slightly, "a-and polite, and-" Gumi glared at him, envy shadowing her face. Len realized that he was gushing about another girl in front of his girlfriend and immediately shut up, his eyes wide. Gumi sighed, looking somewhat defeated, "I guess I can't blame you. She is very pretty. Not to mention a total sweetheart. She isn't called 'the school beauty' for nothing." Gumi paused, looking uncertain, "But not a lot is known about her…She's a bit discrete. She keeps to herself. That girl's a mysterious one." "I bet she has some deep dark secret." Rin said nonchalantly, she looked at the pinkette from across the room. "Maybe she's secretly a manipulative bitch." Oh-oh. "No way, Rin!" Len defended, being excessively worked up, "That's not possible, not Luka!" Gumi grit her teeth, and hissed out her next statement, "Moving ON, that blonde haired girl is Lily…she's a bit promisc-" "She's a slut!" Rin snarled, uncharacteristically furious. I faltered and stared at her. This was a different side of Rin. The hatred in her blue eyes made them look almost electric. "Who also happens to be our older sister." Len snapped at her, his brow furrowed, "Just because you can't stand her, doesn't mean everyone else shares your views. Keep your snide comments to yourself."
Seems like I'm not the only one here with familial issues. Gumi fidgeted uncomfortably looking at Rin, anticipating her retort…I looked at her, in addition, waiting for a rant or an inappropriate joke, but instead, the girl just stood up, her face clouded of any emotion. "I'm gonna' go to the bathroom…Miku…Please, consider joining our…band." Her voice hitched slightly on the last word and she marched out of the cafeteria. Len's face was painted with remorse; he was obviously torn on deciding whether to let Rin go or not. Nevertheless, he did not bother to follow his sister. Lunch continued in silence. Rin did not come back. Rin wasn't in class when we got back. Len reacted with a shake of his head, "Stubborn brat." He muttered under his breath. Then, with a sad smile directed towards me, he returned to his seat, laying his head on the desk. I did the same. The rest of the class went without issue, besides Rin's absence, which the teacher questioned, but let it go when he saw Len's state.
The bell rang signifying the end of the school day. I jumped from my seat, bid farewell to Len, and hustled down the hallway, faltering only to realize where I would be heading afterwards. Therapy. I shuddered, slowing down to slow, almost unmoving pace." I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH, YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS!" I heard a somewhat deep, gruff girl's voice erupt from around the corner. I paused, feeling the overwhelming urge to eavesdrop. A soothing, calm voice replied, "Can you blame me? You know what I have to put up with. Whom I have to put up with. I would give anything to stop being the way I am, but I cannot help it. I am truly sorry you were sucked into this…I really I am, but...I will leave you alone for now. I have done enough damage."The other girl sighed, "Luka…Stop. I just…Don't want you to end up hurt…or like me, that's all. I mean, look at me. I barely go to school…I drink…My family hates me…Look at my life choices, I'm not proud of what I am and what I do. Just consider that…And, yes, it'd be for the best if we were to leave each other alone for a little while. Stay classy." I froze when I heard the name, 'Luka'. That was the girl…"I wish you the best of luck, friend." Luka chuckled amusedly, despite arguing with the girl a couple moments ago. On top of that, the two had just promised to stay out of each other's life for a while. Just what kind of relationship was this? I was too immersed in my thoughts to hear the light footsteps approach me. It wasn't until I was face to…chest with a certain pink-haired girl. When I realized the position I was in I jumped backwards, evident panic surging throughout me. Up close, I could see why Gumi and Len had gushed over this girl. She was really pretty. Hell, gorgeous, even. She gave off an elegant aura, almost making me want to curtsy at her or something. Luka was…very well endowed for a high school student. Her figure was more like a woman than a girl, what with her perfect hourglass figure, and everything. She was also very tall for a girl. Her luscious pink hair was very silky and waist length. Her pink bangs framed her delicate, doll-like face. Luka's skin looked really soft…and pure of any scars or blemishes. Her sky-blue eyes stared back at me, wide and surprised. "Ah-! I'm-I didn't-I-I" I stuttered stupidly, tugging the sleeves of my uniform nervously, trying to advert my eyes. "Oh…I am sorry, I did not see you there." I heard Luka apologize, her sweet voice relaxed me a little bit. I suspected that she knew I had been listening in on her conversation by the look she was giving me; the uncertain look was then replaced by a kind smile. "I have not seen your face before. Are you new to this school, perhaps? That is…If you don't mind my asking." Len and Gumi weren't kidding when they said this girl was polite. "Um…Yeah, my name is Hatsune Miku…I'm a second year…student." I stared down at my shoes. Luka had very long legs. "Hatsune…Miku…? Hmph. I will remember that name." Luka sounded out the words, then added, "My name is Megurine Luka, I'm a senior." Luka paused, "Why do you look so nervous?" She placed and elegant finger under my chin, forcing me to look her in those blue eyes, "Is something wrong? You do not look well." Luka observed, speaking in her polite, well-bred speech. "Should I fetch the nurse?" "N-no, I'm fine, don't worry…Luka." I stumbled over my words. I sighed, and decided to come clean, "I'm sorry…I heard part of your conversation with your…friend? I didn't hear a lot, though. I only heard from 'I don't care' to 'I wish you the best of luck'." I answered honestly. Luka giggled, her laugh was like wind chimes. "I gathered that much. I do not mind, though, we were not being exactly discreet. Do not worry, I forgive you." "Really?" I looked her in the eyes, uncertain. I mean, I did listen in on what seemed to be a tender, private conversation./pp"Of course." Luka smiled, dazzling me. She put a delicate hand on my shoulder. So far, I classified Luka as a touchy-feely sort of woman. "We were just having a small argument. It's quite alright, Miku." She then straightened suddenly, "I am sorry, I am going to have to stop this conversation. I have to meet someone, now." While, she said this, she sounded rather…reluctant and irritated. "Oh…That's fine, go ahead, I won't waste your time." I smiled, commending myself on how I somehow managed to get out of her way without making a total fool of myself. "Thank you, Miku." Luka took a couple careful steps forward then paused, her back to me. "I hope you come to enjoy this school." There was something about the way she said that made me shiver…I couldn't put my finger on it. She didn't sound…sinister…or mocking…but I was still uneasy. With that, she strode down the hallway with a graceful gait.
I'll be perfectly honest…I didn't go to therapy that afternoon. I couldn't bring myself to. Even though the building was a short walking distance from the school building, I just…Couldn't go there. I didn't want to talk about my parents. I didn't want to share how I felt about my brother and his ass-hat of a red-headed lover. Most of all, I didn't want to face my therapist. A person who pretended to give a shit about my well-being, that's all therapists are. They get paid for dealing with people with issues. The compassion in their voices, practiced and fake was most likely used on many other people. Instead of going there, I hung out in a nearby, empty park, swaying back and forth on a small tire swing. I stayed there, in that state, until it got dark, then I walked 'home'. If you could even call it a home. "How was your first day?" Mikuo asked, sitting on the floor in front of the television, his hand in a bag of salt and vinegar chips. "Fine." I grunted; throwing my backpack on the floor. I ignored whatever he said after that and went to the bathroom to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt."Did you go to therapy?" Mikuo urged, turning his whole body to face me as I left the bathroom."Yes!" I lied, becoming increasingly irritated by his constant questions. I flung myself on the couch/bed and covered my face with a pillow. My voice was muffled, but he could still probably hear me, "Just leave me alone."
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