Yes, I keep dying. I'm sorry. You'll just have to put up with me if you're still reading my stories ;w;/
This was something I started in school and I'm happy with it. It's short, but it's what it was meant to be :3 It's also inspired me to do something multi-chapter with a similar concept...
I do not own Vocaloid!
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Trapped
Where am I? Nowadays I lose track of the footsteps that trail behind me. There's no one to follow them any more. I can't tell if I care or not. All I care about right now is where in the world I am. I'm confused. Where am I?
"Trapped."
The wispy voice speaks to me again. I've been hearing it murmuring to me for a while, now. It sounds and feels like smoke blowing through my mind. I don't know who it belongs to... Or do I?
I turn my head to the side, my neck screaming in pain as I do so. Darkness seeps around every corner I gaze upon. It's as dark as death's eye. Or maybe that's because my own pair of dull blue orbs are closed. Are they even closed? I'm not sure. But I am aware of a large lever on the ceiling. It's rusty and very large. I have no idea what it might be for.
The smell of smoke is making me want to gag and images of how I came to be here start to flood my mind. Those creature hurt me. They hurt me a lot. I fail to remember their exact appearances. It all happened so fast. They violently grabbed my arms, their fiery structures burning my skin scarlet. Were those creatures made of smoke like the voice in my head?
They had whispered words of suffering and sorrow into my ringing ears. The fire was getting hotter and burning brighter. I felt ready to explode into nothing but ashes when I was suddenly thrown away. I was no longer wanted any more by the creatures. I now belong to a boiling, dark room.
I raise my arms up to rub my pounding temples but I find my hands are being weighed down by something. I shake them a little and I'm met with the noise of clattering metal. I've been chained. Does this mean that I'm a prisoner? What have I done to be chained like a sinner?
"Nothing, Kagamine. You're innocent."
The smoky voice whispers to me again. It's similar to those of the creatures but something's different about it. Something's more relaxing and safe about it. But how does it know my name? I want to reply but my words are caught in my throat and I end up choking.
"It's ok, you don't have to talk. I understand. It's hard, right?"
I nod my aching head gently, trying to trigger the least amount of pain possible. The voice is becoming less and less smoky, more and more welcoming.
"It's ok to be scared after what you've been though. It's ok. You're ok."
The voice appears to be trying to comfort me in my imprisoned state. I want to reach out to the voice but I'm not strong enough to lift my bloodied, chained hands. I'll never be strong enough...
I jump in panic when I hear a large clang. I look up to find the ceiling's lever has changed position. Someone has moved it without me realising. I shiver when I realise the once sweltering room is becoming more and more icy by the second. What is the source? I look around desperately. I don't need to search for long as I soon feel a strange wetness around my legs.
Water... There is water slowly filling up the room.
I cry out in fear as I desperately begin to struggle to stand. I can't. It hurts too much, the chains are too heavy. I want to scream but my throat is raspy and bites back. It can't end like this! I can't just drown!
"Rin! Calm down!"
But wait... What if this is a good thing? I'll finally be rid of the smoky shadow creatures. I'll be free.
The water is at my waist, now. It's hard to believe but I guess I'm going to die...
"Rin, I'm here. Please, Rin..."
The water reaches my neck. What am I to do? Nothing. I'm alone, I can't escape. Those creatures have caught their prey and now it's being devoured. No one can rescue me...
I close my eyes once more.
My head is submerged by water and nothing but pain fills my lungs as I breathe in.
"RIN!"
I open my eyes in shock. I'm not underwater... I'm in a storeroom. I'm in my school's storeroom. Oh yes... I remember now. Everything's come back to me. But I'm not alone like I was before. Someone is holding me tightly against their chest. It's warm and pleasant. But who is this person?
They pull back and look at me. I recognise him straight away. Len... He's my classmate. He sits in the corner of the classroom with a few friends. I've noticed him occasionally glancing over to me. But why was he here?
"Rin... Oh, god. You had me worried," he says quietly and pulls me into an embrace. I try to reply but my throat has a lump. I realise my face is soaked with salty tears.
"The bullies are gone. They're gone and I'm here. I'm here to help you. I want to help you," he says and gently tucks a loose bit of my hair behind my ear. he continues to gently cradle me.
I don't know why on earth this guy would be willing to help me but I suddenly feel safe. I'm not scared any more. I'm not alone in the dark, defenceless against all the bullies in school.
I wipe the next tear that falls away and manage a small smile.
I'm no longer trapped.
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Ladies and gentlemen, how depression and bullying feels like. I don't know... I just thought I'd try and make it all one big metaphor. I'm hoping to get more writing like this done soon :3
I understand if you don't want to review, I deserve it xD