The Garden That We Made

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Clutching my sketchbook to my chest, I walked in time to the song blaring in my ears. Nodding my head slightly so the headphones don't slip off, I felt the intense bass pumping through my body.

Looking around, I escorted myself into the abandoned art room, and slid the door shut. I flicked the light on and locked the door.

"What a day so far..." I mumbled under my breath as I set my headset on a table and disconnected the Bluetooth which was connecting it to my phone. I set my bag down next to my headset, and hummed as I picked up a stool, placed it down in front of the board, and took a seat as I started scribbling with some coloured chalk I found in the teacher's desk drawer.

As the bell that signalled the dismissal of school rung, I had completely finished a sketch of a bluebird. It was my favourite kind of bird, because they're around the house all the time. Besides, my best friend is a bluebird.

Taking a picture of it with my phone and saving it to my gallery, I reconnected my phone in my pocket with my headset, stuffed all my remaining things into my bag, I slipped my headphones onto my head and set the play list on shuffle. Erasing the board, along with all evidence that I was there in the first place, I flicked the light off, hung my bag around my shoulder, and stood in the doorway.

I put my right index and middle finger together and pressed it against my forehead, then jumped up and slapped the top of the door frame. It was my weird way of showing respect to rooms I exit.
Yes, I'm weird.

"Len Kagamine!!!"

That would be me.

"Len Kagamine you worthless piece of sh*t!!!"

Pray for me.

Turning on my heels, I see my everyday bully and two others walk up to me. What was his name, Mick? Big, bulky figure, dark brown hair, and black eyes, the pigment darker than the pupils themselves.

Removing the headset and letting it rest around my head, I stare at the bulky males standing in front of me.

"Hi Mick. I want to go home. Good day." I say softly and calmly. For real, I was dying on the inside. I was hella scared. Turning again, I start to walk off, but Mick pushes my back against the wall and throws a blow to my gut.

"We were just gonna tease ya, and take some money, but now, we'll just hurt ya real bad..."

I slide down the wall, holding my footprint-stained hoodie to my school uniform which pressed against my pained-occupied stomach.

I cough up red liquid and wipe what remained on the edges of my mouth. The three goons let out boisterous laughs, as I make an attempt to crawl away.

He grabs my hood, making my bag slip off my shoulders and headset slip off, and he flings me against the other side of the corridor, against some lockers.

"Ack...ah...haa...haa..." I wheeze in pain as I curl up on the spot.

"Hey! Leave him alone! You big idiot!" Somebody yells.

School is supposed to be out. Never in my fifteen year life span has anybody stayed behind to stick up for me. Let alone a stranger. My vision blurred and I heard Mick's booming voice.

"Well, Kagamine, I never knew you had a twin brother! Look, he's got your same cerulean eyes and short blonde hair! And he's white too! But I guess a little darker! Too bad he didn't get your wimpiness and cowardice!"

I strained my neck to look up at who exactly Mick was talking about. My blurred vision was just about getting interrupted with black dots until I saw...me.