Hello, My name is Al and I'm pretty new to writing on fanfiction. I love reading everyone's creativity on this website and I'm hoping I can spread some too! It would mean the world if you guys could review my work, provide feedback, follow, and/or favorite. I hope you guys enjoy my little story! Without further ado, I present to you…

Their Pain

Prologue

June 7th

The usual loud streets of Magnolia are now filled with penetrating silence. The echo of sobbing can be heard around every corner. News is being broadcasted, guilt is being appointed, and vengeance is arising.

Sitting on a wall are pictures, candles, teddy bears and roses.

Only a couple of streets down, a funeral is being taken place.

A stout man speaks through his tears.

"Today, we lost one of our children. For what? What is the goal of this ridiculous war? To cause pain? To cause suffering? I just hope that this innocent soul is somewhere far away from here. For this is the true definition of hell. May you rest in peace young one…" the man, holds in a weep, and climbs down the stairs of the podium. He goes up to the young mother mourning the loss of her son.

"Lucy, I'm so sorry for your loss." The blond stared at the ground, hugging herself, just wishing she could hold her son once again. She mutters a 'thank you', trying to hold herself together.

5 year old Badr, Dead, drive by shooting.

Everyone present mourned, but also watched intently. They observed Lucy's every movement, having no idea the experience she is going through at the moment. Everyone was giving their condolences, but nothing was going to bring her little boy back.

People's questions roamed the cemetery.

'Can you imagine what the poor thing is going through?'

'Why is it always the innocent?'

'Is she going to be okay?'…

'Where's the father?'

That same question resonated through Lucy's mind. But at the same time, she was glad he wasn't there. Lucy had stopped crying, for the occurrences happened three days ago. Now, Lucy was just numb. She couldn't believe what had happened.

Lucy watched intently as she saw the coffin carrying her son's body, submerged into the earth.

Lucy went to a bar that night. And drank and drank and … drank. She whole heartedly believed that if she kept drinking she'd forget this nightmare.

"This is what my life has come to." She hiccupped as she swirled around the contents of the liquor bottle. People stared at her, some with sympathy, and others with ill intention. But that didn't matter to her. She was capable of handling herself even if she was drunk. And if she wasn't, maybe it was a price for being a bad mother right?

Once finished her bottle, she proceeds to leave the filthy place with stumbling footsteps. Lucy was dressed in black jeans, a black loose blouse, held a black designer bag, and a wore black scarf that once covered her cleavage which was now almost completely exposed.

A man comes up behind her, smacking her ass in the process. "Aye ma, why don't you come over tonight?" the smirk didn't last long before he felt something stiff press against on his abdomen. Looking down at the object, the guy raised his hands up immediately, showing obvious fear in his eyes.

"Today isn't the day man, if you care even a bit about your stupid life, I recommend you get off these streets before a pop one on your dumb ass." Lucy's eyes were cold throughout her words. They were almost lifeless. Just as she said, the man quickly got away from her. She concealed her gun back into her purse.

This indeed was her life. Lucy is 23 years old and lives in the infamous streets of west side Magnolia. Life is hard, but Lucy has learned to be even harder. Everyone in this place have. It's the way of life; you either take it in stride or die. But it wasn't always as bad as it is now. Lucy had ambitions, had a family; she used to have love.

Upon walking through the gates of her lawn, she reminisces the time she spent outside with her child. Her eyes get watery once again. She grabs her keys from her purse to unlock the doors of her lonely home. She walks in and checks the digital clock hanging on her wall.

2:34 A.M.

Lucy undresses, changing into some shorts and a white tee. She gets in her bed. Moving side to side, she desperately tries to get comfortable. She just wants to sleep. She just wants to forget. After of couple of minutes of naked eyes, Lucy finally decides to get up.

"I guess I didn't drink enough." And with that, she heads to the kitchen to drink some more.