Hello everybody! This isn't my first fan fiction but it is my first real story. I am new so bare with all errors or horrible written story so bare with it for maybe a tinge millisecond longer.
For some reason I can't get the Binks Sake song put of my head!
Hello there world, which is known to be cruel, twisted but also a beautiful lie to many people, including me. This isn't the subject though! This is about the true story of Lucy Heartfillia and not the altered ones like many about her and only I know it. I know Lucy but she doesn't know me, and I am not a stalker but more like her narrator or the heart of the story. Its about how she blossomed in such a world like this through all the difficult times and the good times she had and its the story of the lady who wrote the stories of others.
This is the true story of Lucy Heartfillia.
Lucy P.O.V.
In every cigarette, there is nicotine in it, and nicotine is a main factor in how people die because it can kill people but that doesn't stop me from lighting one from every now and then.
I smoke on out on my balcony watching as the rain falls to the ground and hits the pavement down be low and listening to busy city noise going on out in the city of Magnolia. Once I am done with the cigarette, I put it out and enter back in my tiny apartment complex where I live alone due to some work and family reasons but I have to say I like living alone because I wont have to hear my roommate complain. I sit in the chair at my desk that has a cigarette box with a computer right next to it and around it is piled with stacks of papers that have ideas for novels for me to write or written stories. I have currently been stuck with writers block and its hitting me harder than what I originally thought.
I turn my chair to face the whole apartment. There's weeks of closes piled on the mini sofa in the living room, the trashcan is full of TV dinners, fast food wrappings and instant noodle wrappers, and the sink was full of empty water bottles, Starbucks coffee cups, and soda cans. I made it a habit to not drink anything with alcohol for health concerns. The room of mines was just as worse as everything else with it being filled with stacks and stacks of books. It just recently had a bookalanche which happen every other day so all the books are every where.
I turn the chair back so now I face the wall where my desk is. I look down at the computer that's on my desk and on the screen is a half written novel on it. I have to turn it in to my editor by next week but this writer's block is getting the best of me.
"Maybe if I smoke another cigarette, something will come to mind in this writers mind of mines or my editors going to kill me!" I say as I softly bang my head on the desk repeatedly. I just need to sit here for maybe a few hours and I will think about something I can write for this story and I also want to try and stall me from smoking for another few hours.
And as those few hours pass, I sit in that peace and quiet...or so I thought.
You know how they say peace and quiet is needed for an author to write a good book...well that didn't quite happen. For hours, there was noise in the hall and the empty apartment room right next to mines. The first few hours, I could tolerate it, but now since its gotten louder and ridiculous, I don't think I can handle this much longer.
"I think I'll just walk around town or smoke a cigarette." I say while scratching the side of my head in slight frustration. Before I do get up to do either, it suddenly goes quiet in both the hallway and the apartment next to mines. I get up and slowly walk to the door expecting to hear a noise or at least hear it start again, but it didn't so once I reach the door I turn the door knob.
When I opened the door, there stood in front of me a short, small and petite blue headed girl with cookies, like the ones you might read about in a book. For a moment though, it seemed like she was frozen in place as if she was scared.
"H-Hi there! I-I was just about t-to knock. I-I am one of your n-new neighbors." She stuttered. With an awkward pause, she then shoved a plate wrapped in foil at me and began to talk fast. "H-Here! I-I hope y-you like it!" And then she bolted to the apartment room next door, the one that was always empty up until now.
"Either she was really nervous, or did I scare her?" I whisper to myself under my breath. What I mean about me scaring her, its because of how I appear to people after writing books for days without a whiff of sleep. I am wearing sweats, a pink tank top and my glasses that are cracked in the corner which I have to get fixed soon; It happened when the sleep deprive got to me. It might have also been the menacing aura around of weeks lack of sleep.
As I turn to the door to walk back in my apartment, I catch a hint of pink in the corner of my eye. I turn back around to see what it was but the only thing I heard or saw was the apartment next door, door close. It must have been the sleep depravation getting to me.
I walk into my apartment and close the door going straight to the kitchen to open the wrapped plate. Once I peel off the foil, there was the freshest of the fresh baked chocolate chip cookies on a red plate. When I take a bite, I bit right through it because of how soft it was and then and there, you could tell it is a homemade cookie recipe. As I get to the last cookie, I get an idea as to how I am going to finish my book.
I rush to the desk before I forget the idea and begin to type down on the computer as fast as I could getting the last of it finished.
"I am not going to die!~" I repeat happily singing it out loud, over and over again. I must thank the lady whose name I never got but I do have to fell sorry for her about the apartment room she got. The cursed room.
What I mean by curse is the apartment complex next to mines - also known as the cursed one - has some bad history, like major bad history. It already started a few years before I moved down in Magnolia and I was told about it the day I moved in. A girl my age moved in who was known for her Psychic abilities, to all her neighbors they described her as sweet, caring and full of possibilities but one day she went missing and for the months of rent she owed, she never was found. Then when i moved into the one next to hers about 7 years ago when i was 18 my neighbor went missing and then about 3 months later the next one commited suicide one day for no reason, henceforth creating the name of the apartment, The Cursed Room.
There has been a person who has moved into that apartment complex in over 2 years till now which I can only feel bad for the lady.
'H-Hi there!...I-I am one of your n-new neighbors.' For a moment that was the only thing floating in my head and that's when it hit me.
My head began to spin - most likely from the lack of sleep- and I slowly felt myself fall out of the chair but rather than being concerned over as to why I fell or my book being finished, the only thing on my mind was what she meant by one of my new neighbors.
'Why must life be so complicating for me?!' was the last thing I said before I completely black out.
Few minutes Ago
Unknown POV
I stand by my new apartment complex door with my ear pressed against it.
"Gihi! This will be good!" I say mischievously with a grin plastered on my face and the reason behind it is because I sent my super shy bookworm girlfriend over to greet our neighbor. I know, I know...I am a bad person and I won't deny it but even if I didn't send her over, I wouldn't go and my roommates all booked it after we finished moving stuff in.
I here a door open next door and the conversation begins.
"H-Hi there! I-I was just about to knock!-" I hear her say but half way through the conversation I lost what she said because of how fast she talked and then it grows silent.
"What is the shrimp doing no-" The door suddenly opens fast and I begin to lean forward about to fall from surprise but I place my hands in front of me before I fall forward. I see tiny legs in front of me and as I begin to look up towards the person the legs belong to, the person sinks to the floor in front of me.
"What happened out there shrimp?" I stare at her with a toothy grin hoping she didn't realize I was snooping but then again who wouldn't in this whole apartment.
"Don't call me shrimp, it is Levy. Got it Gajeel?" She fires back at me.
As I study her face she looks like a kid whose been terrified after walking through a haunted house but I keep that to myself.
"What she do to you? Levy." I made sure to add the extra sarcasm for her name.
"She did absolutely nothing but..." She pauses for a moment and then fixes her eyes on me, the ones that have fear written in them. "She looked absolutely scary!"
Considering all the people I know sometimes call me scary, she must be scarier than I.
"Wasn't bad though right?" I say as we both start to stand up from the ground.
Besides her being scary, the other sad thing was I stuttering the whole time we talked." She said as she wiped the invisible dirt and dust from her pants. Then for a second she stopped and the shot daggers at me.
"This is technically your fault Gajeel! You sent me out there knowing this would happen you idiot!" She began hitting me but it only felt like tickles and to no avail, we both fell over with her landing on top of me.
A sudden thought came into my head and a evil grin grew on my face. "If you wanted to be on top then you could have just asked. "
When I looked at her she was blushing furiously. "Y-You pervert!" She then began hitting me repeatedly once more.
"If you're going to do it then do it in your room." Said a voice in front of the door.
"Not you to Natsu." said a very embarrassed levy.
There stood a man known to be hotheaded and recognized by his pink hair or to me the salamander in front of our new apartment front door.
"What can I say Levy great minds think alike. " He spat back with a grin. Say I think I saw our new neighbor right outside just now and man what can I say!"
"Shut it. I could say the same thing to you." I spat at him.
He came up to me with a pissed off face and headbutted me. "What did you say?!"
We always start up little arguements like this but its more worse when everyone is here. After maybe after a few minutes of a stare off to see who makes the first move, we hear a loud crash next door.
You hear Levy say from the room next door, "She sure is a noisy neighbor." Then we all start laughing and then we begin our tiny brawl again.
That was chapter one of 'True Story'! Please review, ccomment, like, etc! Now lets also take a moment to remember all the people who lost their lives on 9/11.
Anyways I hope you liked my first chapter of my first story! - Nerdyninjagirl3