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Tokyo Teddy Bear

A/N: Holy crud Muffins I think this is turning into a Vocaloid book XD
So I just spent about 15 minutes writing a short quick story for Tokyo Teddy bear incorporating some of my lyrics so look out for those.
Oh yeah and tell me: Should I start writing stories based on vocaloid Songs? If yes then I'll happily do so~

Enough of my rambling, let-sa go!

Story

I am Ziro Dark. I am a 13 year old girl. It is May 1st and I've gone away.

11:31-January 21st, 2013
I've ran away from home. Why? Shut up and listen then I'll tell you.

Ever since I turned 10, I got more childish by the year. I went from just a normal kid to eternally childish and incapable of taking anything seriously. My parents shunned me and even my twin brother forgot about and ignored me. The last thing I remember hearing from my parents was "If you can't grow up, then grow out of this house."
And so I did.
I never had any friends and I still don't. The only true friend is my teddy. His name is Berry.

I ran away about an hour ago and I'm sitting by a gate with only a few things: My jacket, bear, phone, some needle, thread, and fabric and a trusty pair of scissors.

"Mom and dad, you should know I'm kinda sorry..."
The last thing I will ever text to my parents.
I can't resist the temptation to bite my thump and squeeze into a small protective ball.
"Brother, Sister-Siblings, I guess I'll see you again..."
The last thing I'll ever text my siblings.

That was all it took to make me trash the phone and throw it on the ground, it's useless to me.

11:45-January 21st, 2013
Oh, I was walking and Berry rubbed against a wall so hard some of his fabric got cut off. There's a random piece of fabric there, that should do.

Back to September 1st, 2010
"'Just love me! That's I've ever wanted to be!"
I scream as I slam my door and run to hide under my bed.. "I don't want to deal with them anymore. I don't want to deal with this anymore." I whispered harshly as I curled into a ball under my bed:
"I WON'T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE."

Present day-January 21st, 2013
The look on my face at that moment made me debate on whether or not I should cut the look off of it.

12:00-January 22nd, 2013
Getting down on the ground exactly at midnight, you'd better believe I'll pray.
"Oh God's above all, I'm in trouble, tell me, what do I need to do?"
So much is racing through my mind and I can't clear it away, no matter how hard I try or how distracting my surroundings are.

Why not?

I. Don't. Know.

I can't go a day without getting some kind of injury. Hurting myself is a routine to pass onto the next day.

The only thing I wish for the universe is to not let the seams of my life fade away...

Lyrics (Ask for permission for use)

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"Mom and Dad, you should know that I am sorta sorry.."

Trembling knees and my thumb, is on the verge of decay