[Attempt Three]

Memory lane? Where are you? Where is me? Where am I? Who am I?

Oh, I know. I know. You think I'm crazy, don't you? But I do know. I know. I know who I am. I know why. I know what I'm doing. I know.

And I hate it.

I hate this life. I hate my past. I hate my body. I hate myself. I hate me. I scream it out loud. I hate myself. Hear me! I hate myself!

The words hurt. They're like long, sharp knives. They're pure truth. Cold, hard, pure truth. It hurts so much.

This song. I hear it. I still hear it. I'm not dreaming. This song. I hear it. I hate it. I want to run away from it.

I want to run away from this song. I want to run away from this body, myself. Run, run, as fast as you can. I run until it hurts. But the truth hurts more. I run and find myself on a roof. Who's roof? I don't know. It doesn't matter.

In my hand, I have a knife. When did I grab a knife? I don't remember. But it's convenient. I cut my wrist. It's not enough. Harder. Deeper. It barely hurts. This song. It needs to go away. But instead it gets louder. Louder. No!

I barely notice as the hand falls. It falls for a long time. Then it hits the ground. Still. Dead. Red rain dripping from my arm. A red song. A blue song. A black song. I need to get away from it all.

So I jump. I follow the fallen hand. And I know this'll work. The songs will be gone. I've run away from myself.

I've succeeded.

Ah, this feeling of accomplishment. How I've missed it. I smile.

Thud

THE END


A/N: All I've been listening to these days are Happy Synthesizer (Amatsuki's cover and Malon's dance) and BadBye (Miku's original is the best. I've also heard Soraru's, Senka's, Amatsuki's, Soraru's, and kradness'. Also Len and Rin's but I didn't really like that one.) I know, big difference in mood. But I wanted to write a fanfic and, frankly, I think BadBye makes a better story than Happy Synthesizer.

I'll be uploading a Christmas story tomorrow, so look out for that.

Hope you enjoyed it.