A/N: Ok... so I'm trying out yet another fanfiction I just hope you guys like it. It takes a lot of will power not to say 'screw it no ones going to read this' and just remove it but I have to be strong enough to show the world my terrible spelling habits and possible writing talent!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail but I can't help but wonder if I did...

I felt the intense burning sensation a long my face, as soon as his hand met my face. I rubbed my steaming skin with my rough hands as he looked away from me.

This…this isn't any different from….normal, in fact this is NORMAL. The pain of my sizzling skin, the dirt on my face, or even the ripped and torn jeans and shirt I were. This is my day-to-day life.

First of all let me explain what's happening right now…..for one the guy I'm talking about is my best friend, his name is Grey. Of course he's my only friend and by default my best friend so... Yes the guy who just slapped me across the face is my BEST FRIEND! It's not that he wants to, it's that he has to, that's the other thing I wanted to mention. I live in a work shop, I don't know where it is or even what time it is. It's like a man-made hell.

It's hot, humid, and what's more deadly. The sound of the rattling stairs isn't just a sound it a sign. The boiling water burns your hands like acid, sometime you can smell the chemicals mixed into our food. That's not even the half of it, I'm not scared of my slave labor but of what happens if you don't do it.

The reason Grey hit me isn't because someone made him, it's because I made him. I didn't work fast enough, I just couldn't my hands wouldn't follow my brain's lead. So Grey had to slap me it's the only way for him to stay out of trouble. The only way for me to be saved from the "Punishment." I would explain it but it would give me nightmares, not like I don't have enough already.

women here are only used for slaves, we're the only item that can disposed of with regret for not selling us or worse.

I've heard rumors that 100 years ago women got to vote, and own property, and even earn 's not like I go to school to learn about 100 years ago so how would I know! I don't believe those rumors any more. Everyone knows that women are tools and not people.

If a women does not do as she told no one can stop a man from doing as he feels he should do, after all we're only things not people.

In this world Women are worth not worthless but their voice and thoughts are. Since I'm a woman it is possible for my body to be sold, traded, and I don't have to love a man to marry him, he can just say it's so and that is so.

Right now I'm working in an uncaring, unclean, and abusive job site. The only person who really cares about me is Grey, he would do something like hit me even if it meant I hated him for the rest of my life; however long that is. He is willing to protect me, and he know that one day I might not respect and forgive him but he's willing to take that risk.

I want to say that it's hard to love the life I have but I really don't feel or have the energy to lie to myself. It's easy to love something when it feeds you and protects you from the outside world but it's just as easy to hate it for price it ask for, in this case it would be our freedom as human beings.

Grey waited a few more seconds for me to get off the floor, when the guard in front of me began to look irritated Grey quickly grabbed me by the arm dragging from the earth. He let go and I fell as my knees buckled underneath me, how could gravity be so cruel. The guard tapped his fingers against his black pant legs.

He let an almost inhuman growl "Grey..." he grumbled warningly.

Grey nodded his raven-blue haired head in understanding, taking up my arm in a rather urgent grip. I was dragged by my tired body's limb, down the halls of the large building I only know a small part of. When the wall turned from cemented brick-wall to white wall the smell of sharp of filth, he gently opened a sliding glass door, and briskly half-walked half-dragged me towards a dirty white mattress that sat in the corner closest to the window.

I felt drowsy, on the brink of unconsciousness when I heard Grey mumble "I'm sorry, I really sorry... Lucy."

A/N: so what did you think please tell me what you think I can't write to my best of my abilities also as a side note to GUESS OR VISITORS YOU CAN REVIEW WITHOUT AN ACCOUNT another side-note is if members do not like to review please at least PM so I can have some ideas and advice.

~Dark