I do not own Fairy Tail. (Modern world)

Being bullied is one of the worst things you have to face. It makes you feel worthless, useless, horrible, undeserving, replaceable, unloved, and many more. It makes you wonder why you are even alive, if anybody out there even loves you, if you even can be liked, if you even deserve a life.

"Why is he here?"

"Couldn't he just leave?"

"He should just die, he doesn't deserve to live."

"Ha, he is worthless."

"I heard he is an orphan."

"Why is he even alive?"

"I heard he cuts himself."

"I heard he killed his mother with fire."

"I heard he sells his body so that he could survive. Whore."

"I heard that both of his parents abandoned him becuase of his pink hair."

I pulled the hood of my hoodie lower to cover my pink locks. They are right. I am worthless... They are right about everything. I don't deserve life.. I don't deserve everything.

I pulled my sleeves lower to cover the cuts and scars on my wrists. Someone grabbed my wrist and I tried to pull it away. "What?" The person snickered. "Are you afraid your wrist is going to fall off?" The rest of the group snickered and backed the male up.

"Yeah, do you cut it so much that it is going to slip off?" I pulled harder this time and growled.

"Oh he has spunk." He pulled down my hood and tried to take away my white scarf, I flinched.

"Stop." I growled out at him. He continued pulling it off my neck. I pulled it back strongly and stared him in his eyes. "I said stop."

"Oh? He has a soft spot for his scarf? What would you do if I took it?" I growled loudly at him.

"Fight for it." I punched and then he punched me in the gut. I winced but then kicked him in the crotch. I ran away, pulling my hood back over my head and my scarf around my neck. I entered the classroom and sat in my seat next to the blonde girl everybody likes. She looked over to me and poked me.

"Hey." I ignored her and turned my head away. "Heeeeeeey~!" I growled and looked at her.

"What." I said snapping. She flinched.

"Can I barrow a pencil?" I sighed and pulled out my pure blue pencil and gave it to her. "Thank you. What is your name?" I didn't say anything and I began to write down notes with my flame designed machanical pencil.

"Lucy, what is the answer to that question?" She flushed, embaresed that she didn't know.

"Er... Um..." The teacher sighed and I raised my hand.

"Natsu?" I let my hand fall.

"The answer is 53." Lucy flushed again and looked at me as I continued to write down notes, trying to ignore her.

The thing is, when you try to ignore something, you tend to pay the most attention to it. Her boyfriend Sting noticed that. He noticed me trying to focus on my notes and glared at my back, making me flinch. I am totally going to be beaten after this...

The class has finished. I was right, I was continuously slammed into my locker then thrown to the floor at the end. I thought they did it so that I could pick my stuff and myself up. Only they didn't give me that luxury.

I was thrown to the floor, picked up, and thrown back down. I was slammed against the lockers. I was punched, I was kicked. I was cursed at, I was abused. Suddenly I herd footsteps, Sting didn't seem to notice, he was too busy cursing and abusing me. "Sting!" His attention snapped over to the woman. "What are you doing?" His eyebrow twitched.

"O-oh hey Lu-Lucy.. How are you today?" He dropped me to the floor and I began to pick myself up, only to fall to the floor. Damn..

"I asked, what are you doing?" She asked, I finally picked myself up and covered my hair.

"Fine! I was bullying this punk right here for giving you a pencil." She ran up to him and slapped him.

"How could you! He is human! How dare you! It. Is. Over." She ran up to me and helped me pick my stuff up. "Are you alright?" I looked at her in shock.

"Aren't you going to maid fun of me becuase of my hair?" I asked her with wide eyes.

She shrugged. "What about it?" I covered my pink hair again afraid of her answer. "I like it. It is pink." I let my pink locks fall again.

"Pink?" I asked her. Her eyes widened.

"Oh! Salmon!" She said quickly, trying to cover up her mistake. "Sorry." I walked away and looked at her for a split-second, flashing her a small, sad smile.

"It is okay, it is pink." I could tell that she froze becuase of it.

I went home, to my apartment and locked myself inside of my room, ignoring Wendy and Porlyusica. I went into the connected bathroom, got my razor and began sliding it down my scared skin.

One for punching the bully. Two for giving a pencil to Lucy. Three for talking to her. Four for loving her.

That was my first chapter. Hope you liked it!