Unfortunately I'm a bit tired this morning and I haven't eaten. I'm pretty hungry and sleepy right now. Well I'm hoping you guys like the story. I'm getting the characters of fairy tail and smashing it in with steven universe. So here we go:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY?!" my dad screamed into the phone as my ear started to bleed. "You are coming home right this instant!"
"Dad, I'm fine," I confided to my ignorant father. "I'm already 17. I don't need you to watch over me anymore." My fingers clawed at the bandage that hid my hand. I always do that when I'm mad or nervous. It's pretty much a habit now. It's already been two hours since he called and he still won't listen to what I have to say. I swear, all he cares about is having the 'perfect' daughter who always does what she's told. He never once has acknowledged my existence or even know who I really am. He's always been like this... since she died.
"Lucy, this is the last time before I'm coming over there to get you myself. Come back home now or else you will never see this very house again!" I could feel myself rise out of the seat of the bus before screaming into the phone, my throat burning.
"It's not like you'd leave work to find me anyway! You don't care about me or mom! You didn't even visit her before she died!" I then hung up with a frusturated retort. He will never understand. I then sat down with a heavy sigh as I looked out the window. My skinny fingers scratched at the bandage wrapped around my hand. I twirled my blonde hair as I tried regaining my composure. I don't know why but I slightly remember my birth. The light shining against my face as they tried cleaning me up. The screams that filled my lungs as I fought for breath. The gentle hand that parted my bloody hair from my face. The slight laugh the lady gave as she cradled me. The weak smile the woman who held me made as she started losing consciousness, the light in her eyes fading.
"My baby, Lucy, my baby..." she whispered into my hair as she kissed it. "You are going to do great things someday. I know it. I'm not going to be there, but you're strong. Trust me, my baby..." She looked into my chocolate brown eyes for the last time, stroking my face. Suddenly, my mother's hand dropped and a long silence was present. I cried a piercing scream for the woman to wake up. As soon as the doctors heard me, they rushed to get me out of her arms as I reached my hand towards her. The doctors carried the woman into a bed and took her away from me. I cried for warmth. I cried for comfort. I cried for her.
That was the last time I felt her soft hand caressing my face. My father didn't even show up until two days after. When he heard the news of my mother's death, his eyes darkened. He looked at me, the monster who took his bride's life. When he saw something bright glittering on my hand, his expression turned to fear as he hid it from the others. He hired a maid to take care of me as he worked day and night. Every morning, he came into my room to make sure that my hand was concealed with bandages. I lived in fear of him. He was never a father to me. For a while, I was curious of my mysterious mother. I usually sneaked to the attic when the maid wasn't looking. My father kept every precious memory of my mother locked away into the darkness. I looked through old pictures of my mom with my father and a group of friends. They stood on the sand of a beautiful beach house near a cave. I recognized my mother right away. She had long, golden hair like mine with the deepest blue eyes. Her smile shone the brightest among them. Her friends were... well... unusual. One of them had spiky pink hair with the funniest smile I've ever seen. Another with red hair looked sophisticated, but pleased. The one with gray hair seemed quiet and smiled like the world surrounded her. The last one was short with blue hair, trying to fit in with everyone's height. My father always wore a suit whenever he was around anyone. He actually looked happy. Not anymore. They used to live in Magnolia before they had to move for work. My nanny of a maid told me that there was a part of Magnolia where my family used to live. It was called Beach City. That was my next destination and I was determined to learn more about my mother. I snuck out of the house while the maid was cooking breakfast. I was going to miss her. She was the mother I never had. I made sure to pack a little of my stuff so she wouldn't notice a giant empty space in my room. Buying five passes for the bus was easy. The code to the safe wasn't always kept a secret. My father wouldn't notice thirty dollars missing. He was the president of Heartfilia Co. so money wasn't very hard to come by. Since I was the only daughter, he arranged a marriage proposal to a boy I never even met. Like that was going to happen.
I decided to open the window of the bus. The first thing that hit me was the smell of the sea. The beach was definitely near by. The blazing sun hit me, mentally thanking myself for applying sunscreen. The visions that passed by me were then filled with stores and cheerful passerbys. Children were kicking stones and smiling at me. Couples held hands and snuggled as they walked by. There was a pizza place that made my mouth water. A bookstore caught my eye and I couldn't wait to drop by there.
"Next stop is Beach City!" The bus driver exclaimed. I grabbed my suitcase as I made my way to the door. As it opened, I looked around at the beautiful beach that surrounded me. As the bus left, exhaustion filled my nose and I coughed and rubbed my pupils to get it out of my eyes. And I thought nothing could ruin this perfect moment. I walked around in my shoes along the shoreline, looking for a specific place. The tiny grains of sand tickled my toes and seagulls flew by. Everyone was playing on the beach on one side, yet nobody was there when I walked farther from society. I then caught sight of a fence that stood in my way. It told people to keep out. My vision wandered outside of the fence, making sure I made no mistake. Suddenly, my eyes were upon a familiar beach house. Above it was a cave that was carved into a woman. It seemed like it was protecting the tiny white house from something. I finally found it. I tried finding a door or a hole to pass through the fence, but everything was secure. I then started climbing the fence with the fear of falling. My bandage started tearing when it when it got caught on a piece of metal on the rigid fence. As I got to the top of the fence, the woman's face on the cave was more clear. For some reason, she reminded me of mom. They had the same smile. I jumped down, falling onto my butt. Obviously, I'm more on the clumsy side. "That's going to leave a bruise." I said, rubbing the ache on my bottom. I groaned in pain, but I got up and started running. The beach house was isolated away from civilization, but I kept sprinting as if a force was pulling me there. My eyes filled with tears as I got leaped up the steps. A warm ocean breeze blew when I got to the door and I knew I belonged here. My hand settled onto the doorknob.
"Mom, I'm home."