Hatsune Miku the Vocaloid Book 1: Awaking

The unseen pain

Chapter thirteen:

School is officially the surface Hell. I had only been there for three days and they were hell. Every free time I have at that place, its spent getting the shit beat out of me. Even on my way home. I started to walk home, so if they do beat me up. I can go to the store and buy makeup to cover the bruises and get band aids, also I think of an excuse to why I might look a bit rough around the edges. Mikuo keeps asking questions, but I give him fake answers. I think some of the others are catching on too. Haku, Dell, and Len have been the worse. They won't leave me alone with my problems, they keep asking questions and pestering me. Since Haku is an adult, she keeps bothering Mikuo that he should try more to see what is wrong with me, but he can't he has tons of work.

Now I was laying in my bed. Looking at my hands, they were covered in band aids, and had bruises. I want to make the marks go away but I can't. The rest of my body was far worse than my hands. In order to hide the marks on my legs, I wear long socks all the time now. My rib cage was always bruised, and my head. I have a black eye at the moment, but I have been so good with makeup that nobody notices it.

There was a knock at my door, I quickly got up and put on Mikuo's sweatshirt. It was big and it could hide my marks. I opened the door. Haku stood there.

"Hi, Haku." I said sounding sweet.

"Hello Miku, may I come in?" she asked.

"Oh yeah you can." I opened the door wider so she could come in. She walked in and sat on Mikuo's bed, which was close to mine. "So whats up?" I asked as I pulled the sweatshirt down.

"Miku, Im going to come out straight and ask you whats wrong? Dont give some bullshit answer, you have been distant and have been hiding from everyone. We are worried about you."

"Im fine."

"So theres no problem?"

"No problem." I chocked out my words.

"Ok? I just wanted to make sure your ok." Haku got up and patted my shoulder and left. As soon as she closed the door, I let tears gently roll down my face. She patted my should gently and for me it was like being punch again. The pain was terrible. I was tired from the pain, I laid down and went to bed.

~time skipped~

I walked up to school, dragging my feet. Watching the floor roll under my feet. Looking around me, I saw people pass me left and right, they didnt notice the pain I was in. Nobody noticed it, expect for the Divas, they knew the pain I was in because they were giving it to me. I went to first period without talking to a soul.

~time skipped~

I managed to get myself off the floor from we're the Divas had left me. I stumbled into the nearest store, I bought more makeup, a small first aid kit, and for some reason I also bought a razor. I paid the man at the register and quickly left. Speed walking up to a park restroom, I had covered my wounds and gently laid my back against a wall. Holding the razor in my hands, I realized why I had it. I want to cut myself. Ive never done it, but i heard that some people do and it relived pain. I began to open it. Gently taking it out of its case and sliding the actually razor part off. Holding it in my hand, I felt scared. I rolled it to my finger tips and placed the blade against the skin on my wrist. Looking away, I pulled the blade, feeling a sharp pain. Blood rolled down my arm, and it felt good.

That day I went home with two different types of wounds. Some were caused by the Divas, the others were made by me. My pain was still unseen....