Initial Shock
As I lay in my bed, with my arms close to my chest, I notice the cold air floating through the room. So... weighted, as though it carries a heavy burden on its shoulders, but can never seem to get rid of it.
I turn to my side and gaze out of the small opening between the curtain and the window. There, lies darkness. Merely hours ago, it had been light with birds chirping and rabbits hopping, but as the day passes, everything fades.
My eyelids droop after a long period of thinking, and I leave my mind to imagination for the rest of the night.
~~•~~
"Miss, wake up please. Breakfast has been prepared." The maid called from the overly-extravagant doors before bowing and rushing back to attend to her required activities. I push myself up from under the off-white comforter nearly soundlessly, before running my fingers though my hair and rubbing my eyes. I glance at the carmine colored clock on the table beside me. Eight thirty, it read. Throwing the covers off of my legs, I slid my feet into the obnoxiously-girly purple slippers and stood to grab my white bathrobe from the hanger in the closet.
I sighed and glanced towards the window covered in grey curtains, dragging my feet to it, I pulled them open and noticed the unusually dark sky. "It seems that it's going to rain."
I live in a city called Magnolia, in the country of Fiore. Everyday, people with bright smiles greet each other while walking down the streets, not a single unhappy person or cloud in the sky. On the rare occasion that it does rain, the townspeople would jump outside and dance and sing while hopping carelessly into large puddles that gather in the roads.
Stretching my arms and back, I stepped to the stairs leading to the entrance of the house. I followed the architectural maze into the dining hall to find my father eating his breakfast while reading a newspaper and a plate of food set in front of my chair.
I rarely see my Father. He is dedicated to his work and stays in his laboratory most days, testing his experiments and creating new ones. Father is the CEO of a major scientific research company.
"Good morning, Lucy."
"'Morning, Father." I replied as I sat at my chair and started devouring my meal.
"It's supposed to rain all week." Father spoke.
"Is it now? Strange."
"Yes. It hasn't been expected to rain for this long in years."
"I recall."
"You probably shouldn't stay outside for too long." He warned.
"I wasn't planning to anyways." I looked down and let my fork hang from my fingers.
"Lucy..." He sighed.
"No, it's fine. I just... Haven't gone out in the rain since mother was still around." I reminisced. "Mother liked showing me the trees when they were wet. They were always so green..." I trailed off.
"Your mother always liked the shades of green outdoors."
"Yes. I remember."
"She'd probably love to see the rain today." I felt my eyes begin to burn, my jaw clenched to keep in the sobs that I knew were coming. I tried to suppress them with a smile and I looked up and across the table.
"It was more my fault than yours. You know that, Lucy." Father said, tilting his head sympathetically.
"You always say that, but I can't help but feel guilty. I am such an idiot, if I only listened to you and put on the—"
"That's enough. I don't want you to blame yourself." He stood from his seat and stepped over to me. He placed his gloved hand onto my cheek. It was a cold feeling, though he meant to bring warmth. "I hadn't tested the experiment enough before trying it out on you. It was my own carelessness that lead to your mother's passing."
I rubbed my eyes after dropping my fork onto the table. Don't cry, Lucy. Don't cry. Crying will only make the pain worse.
"Lucy," Father began. "I love you, darling." He said sweetly, and bending his knees to look at my face. If he could, he would kiss me on the forehead like he used to. He can't anymore, not since the incident happened and I discovered that I could no longer engage in any form of physical contact.
"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what!"
"What is it sweety?" She responded with glee.
"Daddy is going to make me a super hero with his cool technology!"
"That's amazing, darling! What super power will you have?" She leaned down to my height and patted me on the head. My smile grew even larger.
"Daddy is going to give me the power of lightning, and it's going to be really great!" I said, nodding.
"How nice of Daddy to do that for you." She hugged me tightly. Mother's hugs were the best.
~~•~~
"Mommy look! Daddy gave me the lightning like I told you he would!"
"Wow! You're so powerful, baby!" She smiled. "Come give Mommy a nice, big hug." She rested on her knees and stretched her arms out to me.
"Lucy, wait a moment, dear!" Father called as he jogged over to the kitchen from his laboratory, holding the special gloves that he made to prevent accidents.
I wrapped my arms around mother's neck like I always did and closed my eyes tightly, and she put her own around my waist. Mother was always so warm.
I heard her choke, I was worried that I had held her neck too tightly, so I released her slightly. "Mommy?"
"Lucy! Back away!" Father demanded. I did as I was told and stepped away quickly.
Father rushed over to Mother immediately and I could see her arms twitching and her legs trembling from behind Father's back.
"Layla. Stay with me." He said.
"M—mommy?"
"Lucy. Call that number I told you to when Daddy's experiment has problems." He commanded me. I rushed to the phone and dialed the number.
"Mommy isn't okay, I don't know what's wrong. Help, please." I blubbered as soon as someone picked up.
"We're on the way." The voice responded on the other side. "Stay calm, honey. Your Mommy will be alright." The voice added assuringly.
"Will she?" I asked, still crying.
"Of course." The voice said, strained. "I have to hang up now, honey. Everything will be okay. Just wait another minute and someone will help your Mommy. Stay strong."
"Okay." I responded, ending the call. I set the phone down in its proper place and stayed out of the way of any doors.
"Mommy will be okay..." I tried to convince myself, as I hid behind the door that lead to my Mother and Father. Father was shaking.
Several people came in and brought Mother away quickly. Father stayed in his spot on the floor and I watched from afar.
"Daddy?"
There was no response.
I walked slowly to Father. "The person on the phone said Mommy will be okay. He wasn't lying was he?"
"Your mother is very strong, I think she'll be alright." He finally said.
She wasn't alright. A week after the incident, she was marked with a plaque and an angel standing gracefully over it.
I am Lucy Heartfilia, daughter of Jude and Layla Heartfilia. I am currently sixteen years old.
When I was seven years old, I killed my mother with a hug.
DONE
So, what did you think? Review please, so I know.
This will also be a shorter series, less than 10 chapters most likely. Each chapter will probably be a little longer than this though. I'm planning for this to be a romance/ drama/ supernatural series, by the way.
I hope you enjoyed and I shall see you soon!
-BloodyTeddyBear
