Last we left off, Rin had performed her final concert. And now, she's to stay in the hospital until her suffering has ended. Kinda depressing, huh. ^^; But, oh wells!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid

My Words to You

Rin's POV

I sighed as I leaned back in my chair at my desk in my hospital room. I looked out my window at the blue sky. Memories of the energy from last night flooded back: all of my friends running on stage and encircling me in a hug as the lights came back up after I performed Skyscraper, and the audience cheering loudly as lights flashed. Tears pouring down my cheeks as I buried my face in my hands while my friends tightened their circle around me.

I took in a shaky breath as I reminisced and I jumped when a knock was heard on my door. "Come in!" My nurse Alexandria walked in and smiled.

"Good afternoon Rin, how are you feeling?"

"Alright."

"Could you come here so we can get started?" I nodded before sitting on my bed and she pricked my arm with the IV that was used for my chemo. She talked to me to keep me occupied as I underwent my treatment, I no longer wore my wig since none of my fans would be seeing me, but I would wear it if I was notified of visitors. After a little while I was back to work with my writing. It's always been an escape for me, leaving me in my own little world. As I lay on my bed I read the little poems I had written; feeling my body grow heavy, I put my paper down and fell asleep.

The hours ticked as I slept and I woke up to see it had turned dark, but I was too awake to fall back asleep. I sighed and leaned my head on my hard propped-up pillow and stared up at my empty ceiling. For once, since the concert, my mind wandered to my old school. I wonder what their reaction was to my performance. As if on cue, Alexandria knocked before walking in with some papers. "Rin? I'm sorry, did I wake up?" I shook my head.

"No, I just woke up from my, like, four-hour long nap. What is it?"

"You have some letters from your old classmates." My eyes widened right away and my blood turned to ice. Well, I guess I would be finding out what they had thought.

"O-oh? . . . What . . . do they say?"

"Would you like for me to read them to you?" I stared at my lap.

"S-sure. . ." She sat down in the chair next to me and began the one of many letters.

"'What an attention whore. I see you still haven't changed you little cunt. Serves you right for only promising that career for only a year. Your singing fucking sucks and so do your Vocaloid friends. Get a real dream, bitch. Good riddance! Mami's still a mess because of you. I've seen her come in with bandages on her wrists. See what you've done to her! I told you you had been giving her health problems!'" I bit my lip. I knew who that was: the jock in our classroom.

"'Guess I hadn't seen the last of your face. God damn it I thought I had seen the last of it, but nooo you had to become the center of attention by becoming a Vocaloser. You suck! Can't wait for you to quit! Mami's a real wreck because of you, so congrats on achieving that!'" It was harder with each sentence read to me, and there were still plenty more to go.

"'Ok, I'm going to be totally honest with you, you little blonde-haired bitch: you run away from the school your father runs; shouldn't that have been enough attention? Guess not since you had to go and make yourself be put on a shit-load of posters, build boards, CDs, and interviews, and yada, yada, yada. Mami's been out so much lately too, and when she comes back she looks dead and wears long-sleeves even in this warm weather! Look what you've done! Congrats you attention whore.'"

And so and so forth with the remaining letters. All of which said basically the same thing: calling me an attention whore and a slut/cunt, and dissing my friends and calling them stupid and such. . . And everyone mentioned Mami . . . I guess they all agreed to shoot me down with that subject. . . Mami . . . I guess she continued to cut after I saw her in front of her parents' grave. . . I didn't shed a tear, but I felt my heart being torn into thousands of pieces, then came the final letter.

"'Hey, you, I thought I had told you to give up your dream! And you still didn't listen to me! You told me to stop cutting . . . what gives you any right whatsoever to tell me what to do! You don't have it in you to listen to your father and stop chasing your dream when all he wants is for you stop? And yet, you tell me to stop? What the hell! People are wondering why I've been wearing long sleeves . . . let's just say I learned to abandon my own dreams the hard way . . . you are like my old self: chasing after her dream despite others telling me to give them up. . . I was in the same position as you and it was because of me that a terrible accident has resulted.'" I then remembered her sitting in front of a grave: her parents' grave I had soon figured out. "'Why couldn't have just listened to me you dumb hoe! Ugh! I hope I never have to see your ugly God-forsaken face again!'" I flinched when a drop landed on my hand and noticed tears were slipping from my eyes.

"That is all." Alexandria said solemnly as she put down the paper and stared at me then a long pause came up and she gently placed her hand on my own. "Are you going to be alright, Rin?"

I nodded, sniffling, and wiping my tears. "Yeah, yeah I'll be fine, just . . . I would like to write a poem tomorrow . . . this way they can finally see why I am only pursuing this dream for one year . . ." She nodded and smiled.

"Of course. Sleep well for now though." I nodded and she gently kissed my bald head before wishing me one more 'goodnight' and closing the door behind her.

I opened my eyes to the brand new day. Sitting up, I stared out of my window to my right, half-hidden behind the white silk curtain. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless blue sky and the birds chirped outside. I kicked off my blankets and immediately sat at my desk and began to write whatever came to my mind. They had to know. They had to know why I only said one year. They had to understand.

I sat there for hours and finally sat back with a sigh before reading my work. Then, my eyes widened suddenly as pain stabbed my throat, making me clutch it and begin to hack. Nurses and doctors stormed in, put me bed, and wheeled to me to the ER.

I don't know how long I was in the Emergency Room , but when I cracked my eyes open, I had a breathing mask on, an IV in my arm, and my father holding my pale hand. I smiled at him then he shifted his eyes to a photographer next to him. "Alexandria told me about your idea, Rin." He said gently then a smile stretched across his face covered in stubble. "I think it's a great idea to inform your former classmates what you're going through and why you're striving so hard and strong to achieve your dream, though it only has so long to live." He held up his camera. "May I?" I smiled faintly.

"Uh-huh." I whispered so hoarsely they probably couldn't hear me, and he snapped my picture.

~A few days later~

Mami's POV

I stared at the newspaper with wide eyes and my hands trembling. On the front page was a small article. . . There was a photo of a blonde girl in a hospital bed with a breathing mask. She was so pale, almost the shade of a ghost, and so skinny I could see each bone in her body . . . she was even bald. . . But . . . even without the hair . . . I could tell who it was just by the cerulean eyes, the usual light barely there. "Rin . . ." Was all I could manage to whisper. Underneath her photo was a poem:

'C, F, B, E,

I lived my life singing my song,

The music plays for eternity;

It made me feel like nothing was wrong.

Though in this state, I will always sing,

Though others disapprove.

Mom called me her musical angel with golden wings

Her words still make my soul move.

My light grows dim, but I don't care.

My heart will continue to sing, day and night.

They all tell me to stop, but I don't dare

For I know as long as I have music, everything will be alright.'

I heard my classmates sniffling as they read it. Rin's father, the principle, had given the papers to our teachers to have everyone read. And there I was in the middle of the room, crying into my hands so that my face was hidden. Rin . . . even with her in that state . . . she was . . . smiling . . . Why! We were all so mean to her for so long! She had cancer! She has cancer which is the reason why she chased after her passion in such a way! That's why her father hated her passion! Because her mom had died from cancer, too! He didn't want her to die the same death! But that was going to happen anyway and we just criticized her from his views without knowing the full story at all! I am such a terrible person! We're all terrible people!

She wanted to pursue her goal before she. . . Before she . . .! I couldn't even bring myself to conclude that thought . . . It just made me sob even harder. The sniffles turned to wails and even the teacher stood at the head of the class, his head solemnly bowed as the light struck his glasses. What have we done . . . What have we done. . .

Rin's POV

I struggled to breathe as the doctors hovered over me. As they were doing all they could to save me, I pictured everyone reading the article. Finally they can understand everything. A felt a tear slip as I struggled hard to get a gasp of air, but what I remember last was my head falling to the side on the pillow as I fell into the dark depths of unconsciousness, the muffled shouts of the medics rousing around me.

Well . . . 57 chapters in and they finally know Rin's story . . . Sad to say . . . but they learned too little too late. Sorry to end it off on such a depressing note, but I'm the author and I can! XP 'Til next time! Please Review! :D