Hocus Pocus

Act I

-Gumi-

A woman who grew up without happiness, a child who didn't know what it was at all. My story happens as so, a simply stroll and sympathy.

As I walked down a path, I spotted a child alone who sat on a swing. The area was empty, the wind blew.

It hurts

It's awful

No one could hear this child's plead. Except I, who had gone through the same. I could read her face It was a familiar expression, her face wore. I too, used to wear the same face. But as you grow up, the expression becomes different. Dull. Boring. Some people would question but it's best not to ask.

I confronted the child and asked for her name.

Miku. Hatsune Miku.

What a name! A beautiful name! Definitely perfect for the beautiful child. But there was something ugly. I looked closer, finding a bandage that covered a recent wound. It hid the ugly element. I questioned myself, was I looking back at my childhood? No, this was someone else who had gone, sorry, is currently going through the same thing. I never had a hand to grab on, nor has she. So i gave her mine. I knew the punishment for abducting a child was but if it were to save her from the pain, to lead her on the right path, then I was ready to face my judgment.

I brought her to an abandoned house, no one dared to enter because they said it was haunted. Tell a tale they would, but it was only me in this house. After growing out of my old shabby home, i moved into a home of my home. Of course, it took a while to get used to, I barely had any money but whoever used to live here left a lot of useful items behind, even the best of necessities. There was only one room left, the guest room. Personally, i didn't like large rooms so I gave the child the largest room in the house.

She really was a curious child and curiosity was a beautiful thing. What a curious wonder, the child was. I gave her a soft bed and lit her room quite nicely. After a few days of her in my company, she was grown attached to me. Hugs were given often and smiles were passed on. I tied her hair with the last pieces of red ribbon I had. It was long enough to cut in half. Her hair was soft, long, I didn't want it to be damaged. So i put it up in twin-tails. How cute. I cut the dangling strands of my hair, leaving my hair short. (Naturally, my hair was a mess.)

That was the day the world became our enemy.

That was the day the wold no longer mattered.

Because I told her a magical lie. I told her that i'd forever cast it to make her happy.

Simply only two words would make us laugh.

Make her smile.

I'd cast it, Hocus Pocus.

And everything would be okay.