Circus Monster (Luka x Miku)

Trapped (prologe)

I always feel locked inside my own mind.
I'm constantly lost within my own thoughts, lost within my wandering fears.
Why was it I was created again? Why is that I have to bare this pain every minute of everyday.
I mange to get through each day by the skin of my teeth, over-worked and slowly dying.

But pain is somewhat similar to drugs, it can come In large doses and cause so many issues destroying what little life you have. Or it can come in slowly with a smaller dose and put more strain on you without your knowledge, hiding in the back of your mind where you'll never see it again until I hits you and causes you to fall.

But like anything pain can have a suppressant no matter what form it comes in it will always be there. You, you were my suppressant, the only pain killer I had. If only I'd have realised that earlier, but like the idiot I was and still am, I lost so much that were just on the tips of my rubbery fingers.

We were all created for the sole purpose to sing, to do things others humans couldn't. To be able to be put though restless concerts over and over, faking happiness, faking the feelings we showed on our faces. Everything was always a lie and always would be. That's how I'd lived and how most of us did.

When it all started there were a good few of us, they called us vocaloids. We weren't compared to humans we were lower. To them we were so very much lower than them, no words against anything, we were forced to say things; sing things that were disgusting. Now as we were 'not human' and had always been taught to believe we were below humans non of us would have the audacity to complain about our agonising throats, or the scratches on are ankles and wrists that were from the cuffs and chains that were constantly attached to us. The way we had been treated led me to living by the illusion that we hand no real form of emotion, no actual feeling behind our fake smiles plastered onto our fake faces.

But you were different, so very different, so brilliantly different that sometimes the constant feeling of pain would slightly fade.

Miku you were the only person that could go through all that, and still have smile on your face. A genuine smile. Not the façade I put on. No, something that would actually looked like feeling. Singing with you made it so much easier, so much more enjoyable. When I look at you during our solos you look so full of life, so happy to be with me. Like all the lies on the out lines weren't there.

That was until you disappeared...

Days would last for months, weeks would last for years, years would last for an eternity of loneliness, I couldn't even get through a year. Not without you. Everyone else started to deteriorate as well as me when you left. Nothing could have been the same again.

And it wasn't. It really wasn't, from what I'd heard Hell was supposed to be like It was one million times worse than that.

Time is dead and gone, the show must go on.

Its time for our act,

They all scream at me, they can not see, this curtain hides me.

An amazing gift, so quick and swift, you are amazing.

By myself I can't, they start to chant... why are you not here....?

Grinning at me, I lay on my knees, they want to hear me, why can not he see...?

I want to see you, I need to see you, I have to see you.  What happened to you...?

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New story this one will be short, sad and sweet, the triple S!

Okay so the chapters will be mostly this short maybe shorter because this story is already written out and I'm just copying it up onto Wattpad now since I was like why not.

Writing this made me honestly change My whole thoughts on Vocaloid so.

I think I'll post either two or three chapters of this today and the last one or two tomorrow.

Okay I'm gone now~