Alternate [Vocaloid Creepypasta]

Hatsune Miku [Kagome]

This is just too much to me. I'm past it. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I can't contain it. I can't hold it in. It's impossible.

I locked eyes with my own reflection, gazing into my own teal orbs. I searched for a sign of light in the dull iris', finding absolutely nothing.

I despised my appearance. I just plain hated it. My eyes were too perfect, with their teal iris' and dark pupils, the white surrounding them. I hated it.

My skin was too perfect, too smooth. I looked like a digital creation. It was just too beautiful, not a single freckle or scar, every scratch and Bruins I received just faded away. I hated it.

I couldn't mess up my hair. Whenever I woke up, it was in the two perfect twin tails. Whenever they got stuck, they still kept their perfect form. It was stupid, and unrealistic. I hated it.

But I had to fake like I loved it. So I put on my fake smile, and exited the bathroom to go back into the main living room with my so-called friends.

They all loved me, everyone did. I was famous worldwide, and I hated it. It was apparently "the dream" but to me it was "the nightmare". I despise being famous.

I sat down next to the girl called Rin. She was laughing and talking with her half-sister Lenka, the two weren't blood related. I noted that Rana was taking sneaky glances at Rin as she talked to her boyfriend, Meiko.

I talked with my "brother" Mikuo. I didn't like him. Or anyone living in this mansion. Including myself. Everyone her made me want to gouge my eyes out and shove knitting needles in my ears.

"Hey Miku, something wrong?" Mikuo interrupted my thoughts.

I put on a fake happy voice. "What? No! Why would you even ask?"

"You were scowling. And not blinking. And you have your fingers in your ears." Mikuo exclaimed.

Fuck. "I did? Huh."

Mikuo shrugged and returned to talking about...I think his name was Akaito but who gives a shit. I can't fully remember, because I wasn't listening very closely.

-

That night I had made my mind up. I was going to change myself into who I saw myself as, and do what I had been planning to do for years.

It was 4 am, so I got out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom connected to my room. I had taken note of the teal, glowing square in my wrist. Everyone had one that matched their hair color identically, but no one seemed to notice.

I closed and locked the bathroom door, grabbing a washcloth and stuffing it into my mouth. I opened up the cabinet above the sink, grabbing a scalpel I had hidden there, along with other tools.

I held the scalpel tiger hot with a sweaty hand, plunging the blade into my wrist. I but down on the cloth, hoping it could prevent me from screaming. It helped, and muffled the screams.

I felt the blade hit something metal, scraping against it with a horrifying sound. I dragged the blade through my skin and made an X where the metal was, managing to cut it out of my wrist.

My blood was all over the place.

I grabbed cloth bandages and ointment, treating the large cut and tube they wrapping it. It stung like hell, but I toon time to examine the chip from my wrist. I too the washcloth from my mouth, too.

I looked at the glowing teal chip, it made if a very thin metal. There was a silver inscription on it, Hatsune Miku being read on it. The other side had the numbers 09684262 inscribed on it.

I threw it onto the tile floor, hearing it slide along the stone. I grabbed my bloody scalpel again, stuffing the washcloth back into my mouth.

I opened my eyes up wide, using my left hand to push my eyelids away from the actual eyeball. I wielded the scalpel in my right hand, placing the tip of the blade right beneath my eyeball, so it nearly touched.

I pushed down. I screamed. I bit down on the cloth until my teeth hurt.

I pushed my eyes from it's socket, that dude of my vision going dark as the eyeball fell into the sink. I looked down at it, it liking less...alive compared to when it was shoved into my head.

I grabbed a small container from the back of my cabinet, pulling out a solid black sphere I had spent the last five years engineering. I shoved it into the empty eye socket, I could barely see from the eye now.

I did the same for my other eye, and once the black fake one was in I could see clearly, but everything looked...greyer.

I took the cloth from my moth and grabbed hair-cutting scissors, pulling my hair out of their twin tails and making random, sloppy cuts in the real mess. Once I was done, I pulled the now choppy teal hair back into sloppy twin tails. I looked in the mirror, seeing that my hair had lost most of its color and was now turning black.

I toon the scalpel again, making two quick, jagged cuts in my cheeks...like a smile. I grabbed thick black thread and a full needle, sloppily stitching up the two cuts. Blood was all over my hands.

I stripped from my outfit, making cuts and messing it up, making it dirty and torn. I out it back on, the color draining from it as well. My skin seemed to have a grey tint to it, now that I looked at it closely. My lips even started to lose their color.

I grabbed the scalpel and started making random, jagged cuts and scratches, banging my limbs against the sink so I would become marked up. I made a few deep cuts and added tight cloth bandages, for effect and nice-looking scars.

I spit the now bloody cloth into the sink, keeping the scalpel in my hand as I exited the bathroom and bedroom. I made my way to Rana's room.

There, the young-looking girl lay sleeping, her blue eyes closed and her twin braids flawless. As mine always were.

Her blanket was off, as it was a hot night. I could see the glow in her wrist, a light pink shine. It stood out against the darkness like a nightlight. I straddled her, plunging my scalpel's blade into the glowing wrist.

She woke up screaming, tears falling down her face. I made an X and pulled the light pink metal piece from her wrist.

There, in silver letters, was the word Rana. She didn't have a second name. On the back, the number 00124749 was inscribed.

I shoved the chip into the pocket on my shirt, pressing the scalpel into her forehead and carving a circle with it.

"Make a circle, make a circle, just so that you can't escape!"

My voice sounded staticky, and demonic. Almost like it had totally bugged out. Rana started screaming as blood poured over her eyes. I stabbed her burst with my scalpel repeatedly, hearing footsteps in the halls.

Rin opened the door. "RANA!" She screams

I laughed demonically. "M-Miku?" She stuttered.

"Kagome."

I got up and leaped out the window, shattering it. I cut middle, but I didn't care. I just ran to the forest. No hesitation.

No regrets.