Hey guys this is GatorGirlFL16 here wishing you a happy spring break! :) Me and Fairy Tail Until The End have tried to have decided to try and write a story together. This is both our first time co-op writing with anyone. This will be my first Fairy Tail story (but it also includes my favorite ship Gruvia!:)). Fairy Tail Until The End has written other stories for NaLu, so if you want to check it out go to her personal page. If you enjoy Percy Jackson then go and check out my personal page. I'm not exactly sure how well this is going to go, but I hope all you fans out there enjoy our story.

I'll warn you now if you don't like depressing stories that involve abuse TURN BACK NOW!

Hope you like it:

Juvia's POV:

I hum as I walk down the hall, a slight spring in my step as I make my way to the school's swimming pool. A smile graced my lips as the familiar scent of chlorine greets my nose. As I entered the swimming area I saw my friend Meredy her pink hair is dripping wet from her recent dive under the surface of the pool, she grins as her eyes meet mine and I wave my hand in greeting.

She dives under once more as I make my way to the locker room and change into my bathing suit. I continue humming along to the song that I heard on the radio this morning. It was one of my favorites, the lyrics swim through my head, my mind not even really processing the words. I hummed along to the tune as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I look in the mirror on the locker room wall, I stop for a second and I stare at the person that I have become. The permanent frown that had always been plastered on my face was now replaced by a bright grin and a cheerful gleam in my eyes.

It was only 2 years ago that I changed schools. When I first arrived here I didn't want to interact with anyone. I stayed by myself for the first two months of the school year not speaking a word to anyone. The first person who even bothered to look my way and try to talk to me was Meredy, who was currently doing laps in the pool.

Meredy was an amazing friend she helped me get adjusted to Fairy Tail High and basically adopted me into her group of friends. At first I had been skeptical of her, wondering when she was going to turn me away like everyone else in my life had always done, but after about a month I began interacting more and more with others. I'd found that I loved swimming and competing thanks to Meredy and my other friends, Lucy and Cana, who'd pushed me to join the swim team. I smiled at the memory of my first practice, I'd taken to it like a fish to water, literally.

As soon as I walked out of the changing room I was attacked by Lucy and Cana who were both trying to talk to me at the same time. I couldn't understand a word they were saying and I didn't want to hear about the latest boyfriend issues that the two seemed to have all the time. I nodded and half listened as I looked ahead to where Meredy was waiting. She laughed as she watched me try to get around them just to end up being knocked into the pool by Cana, who had tripped whilst trying to follow me.

I screeched at the sudden chill of the water, and came up gasping as Cana began to laugh with a drunken smile on her face.

"Sorry! Hehehe, I guess I had one too many drinks today." She hiccupped at the end of her sentence causing her to erupt into a fit of laughter as swam over to the edge of the pool.

I grabbed her ankle and before she could run I pulled her into the pool with me. She sputtered on the water, then glared at me. I couldn't contain my laughter and soon all of us were giggling and laughing.

After practice we all walked out of the school together. Meredy's older sister, Ultear, was leaning against her new car talking to Erza. Both were on the student council and helped fund the swim team. Meredy waved goodbye as she ran to her sister's car. The rest of us said our goodbyes and I started on my walk home. My parents were almost never home, always out of town for work so I never really had to rush. The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom makes me smile as I walk down the sidewalk. A slight breeze is blowing raising goosebumps on my bare skin. It was mid April, but the chill of winter was still present whenever the wind blew.

I cross my arms across my chest and turn around the corner leading to my house. I listen to the familiar sound of the fountain in my front yard as I walk up to the door and unlock it my keys, jangling as I search for the correct one on the ring . Walking in I set my backpack on the pristine white coffee table, take my coat off and walk into the kitchen. I open the stainless steel refrigerator and the cold air hit my face as I leaned in to grab an apple. Everything was organized by color. Everything was in order just like everything else in the house. Taking a bite I close the fridge and walk upstairs. When I reach my room I toss the now eaten apple into the trash.

Sitting at my desk I pull out my writing assignment for English and begin writing. As I wrote I listened, the house was silent except for the scratching of my pencil against the paper and the howl of the wind as it blew against my window. Erie, yet familiar… all too familiar. I sigh and put down my pencil, my mind not really focused on my homework. I walk across my room to where I keep my iPod station. I scroll through my music and decide on the song, How Do You Love Someone by Ashley Tisdale.

As the notes and rhythms filled my room I turned to look at the pictures of my childhood lined along the wall as if telling a story. Tears begin to fall as I think of how close to my parents I used to be. Ever since I started middle school my parents had been working all the time. They thought that having lots of money and a big house was what would make me happy but the truth was I wasn't happy. All I really wanted was my parents to be home, even if it meant that we had less money or a smaller house.

As I lay in my bed I can feel the tears threatening to fall and I wipe my eyes furiously; 'Damn it! Why the hell was I crying?' I smother my face in a pillow. What did I have to complain about? My parents took care of me, I had my friends at school, my life was good… My parents loved me… or so they said.

I groan and throw the pillow across the room, a crash startles me and I jolt up from my bed. Shards of a broken picture frame and some books were scattered across the floor.

"Shit.." I whisper to myself as I start cleaning up the mess. I pick up the black frame in my hands. the picture inside is an older one. I look at the three smiling faces in the photo: me , my mom, and my dad. We're in Dubai, standing near the coast, that was the last time that we had done anything as a family, but that was ten years ago… After that my parents had basically left me here at home whenever they had to go even if it was for over a year. I sigh and slip the paper out before I threw the now useless frame in the trash. I look at the picture one last time with a sad smile before adding it to the picture collage that covered one of my walls. The rest of my room is just about as crazy as that wall. I had band posters stuck up all over my nautical colored walls; Chinese lantern lights were strung up in the corners of my room providing the only source of light aside from my desktop lamp. Books and never to be finished sketches are scattered all across my desk and dresser. I sit down on the blue carpet that lays across my black wooden floor.

I lay down letting my hair flow around my head and stare up at the fan watching it go around and around the blades silent as they cycle rhythmically in never ending succession.

I don't know how long I lay there staring and letting my mind wander, but finally I sit up and continue to pick up the mess on my floor. The books are covered with a thin layer of dust, I don't even remember the last time I read them or even picked them up for that matter. I begin flipping through the pages of one of the books my homework completely forgotten. As my eyes skim over the words I sit down on the edge of my bed. All the words begin to flow together as I focus in on the story. It used to be one of my favorites, Nancy Drew. I smile, I had always dreamed about being just like her, always having some problem to solve catching the bad guy and figuring out the mystery while bringing her people a happy ending.

Now that I was old enough I still wanted to figure out the mysteries, but the one that I really wanted to figure out would never be solved: Why my parents were never around when I needed them.

I close the book when tears start to fall onto the pages, I wipe them away and set the book on my end table. Falling back onto my bed I begin to cry, the tears refusing to lighten up. They were of sadness and anger, hurt and confusion.

They wanted to know why my parents were never there, why they never cared to even call on their daughters birthday or come to her first swim meet. They were angry for the fact that I was letting them fall, showing such weakness over something so trivial. Hurt over the fact that I thought it was trivial. And sad for the fact that I had to let them flow.

Sad that I was hurt,

hurt because I was angry,

angry because I was confused,

and confused because I was sad…

Gray's POV:

"Everything will get better…" That's what my father had always said before he died. The thing was that my mother never made things better. She married another man, one she thought we be a good fatherly figure for me, but she never knew what he was really like because she too passed away. I have been left alone with my step-father for 3 years and every day has been a living hell.

As I walked into my house I was hit with the familiarly strong smell of alcohol. I closed the door quietly and tried to sneak around to my room but I had no such luck. My stepfather, Shoto, was standing right around the corner waiting for me.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" He yelled into my face, the smell of liquor and smoke filled my nose.

"I was at school…" I said quietly but as usual I was met with a hard slap across my face.

"Did I tell you that you could speak!?" He growled. I used to argue with him but that just made the beatings worse. I learned that if I just took the hits that it ends faster... I knew that I could never overpower him. He grabbed my book bag and ripped it from my grasp throwing it into my room before pulling me along with him.

He threw me into the living room, my back hitting the table causing pain to surge from my spine to the rest of my body. I collapsed to the ground as my stepfather walked over to me. I attempted to stand up but he stopped me with a kick to the face. My hands flew up to my face and I felt the familiar feeling of my blood running over my lips. I try to curl up into a ball as the endless line of kicks caused my body to be racked with pain. I didn't beg for him to stop, or even try to run… I'd learned long ago that no matter what I did he always find me. Soon my body felt like it was far away, the pain was dull and I could only hear the deep boom of his foot connecting with my skin, and his voice muffled and indistinct.

At some point I must have passed out from the pain. I'd expected as much, usually I wake up within the hour, but this time I guess he'd been angrier than I thought. When I looked out the living room window the sky was already beginning to grow dark. My shirt was sticky with my own blood, the crimson liquid almost dry on my long navy blue sweatshirt. He'd poured beer all over me sometime while I was unconscious and my hair was plastered to my head, sticky and tangled.

I sigh and instantly regret it, every slight movement hurt like hell; breathing was like a millions knives stuck in my lungs. Just like it normally felt. I lay there for a while trying to build up the strength to push myself off the floor. I could hear Shoto in his room drinking and watching porn on his laptop. It disgusted me, but I couldn't really do anything about it.

Somehow I manage to push myself off the floor and shuffle over to the bathroom. I lift my shirt gingerly over my head cringing at every slight tug of the fabric. Once off I look in the grime covered mirror at myself. There is more black and purple than my original skin color. My eye was beginning to swell up and my lips was busted, still trickling blood.

I wrench my gaze away from the mirror and instead look at my ruined sweatshirt, looking no better than my body. I sigh and begin to try and wash out the blood, I couldn't throw it out, not with it being one of only four shirts that hid my arms and all the bruises. Twisting on the faucet, I run the water over the fabric. I scrub and scrub until my hands are sore. Pulling them back I see they've been rubbed raw, the skin blistering and red. I sigh again and look at the still stained shirt. The blood seemed to mock me. As I stared at it tears began to blur my vision. I threw the sopping wet piece of fabric into the trash at sat down on the edge of the tub.

I bring my hand up and run it through my still sticky hair trying to quiet the sobs that threatened to burst from my mouth. I gulp in breaths not daring to let Shoto hear me. 'Damn it Gray keep it together! You've dealt with this for months and now you decide to break down?!' I stand up and flinch as my muscles refuse to cooperate. I hit the ground, hard, I bite back a yell but still the slightest whimper of pain escapes as my broken body endures another hit, before relaxing on the tiles. As I lay on the floor the coolness of the white tiles helped sooth the pain of my already forming bruises. I stayed there on the floor for what seemed like hours before attempting to stand again. As I stood my legs shook and pain shot through my body but I was able to remain standing.

I shakily made my way out of the bathroom and down the hall before I nearly fell again. This time I was able to keep my balance and continued limping along the corridor until I reached my room. I sighed as I looked at the old, wooden door that was now tilted and bent from all the times that Shoto had thrown me against it. I shook my head before opening the door and stepping into the familiar room in which I spent as much of my time as possible.

I closed my door quietly and looked around seeing my room with my old mattress and a clipboard and a few pencils next to it. I grabbed my backpack and sat down on my bed. I opened my bag and took out the iPod and earbuds that I got from my mother while she lay in her hospital bed just a few hours before she died. I kept it hidden from my stepfather all these years because I knew that he would take it away if he ever found it. I put in my earbuds, turned on the iPod and listened as the words to Open Wounds by Skillet fill my ears. I didn't think about the work that I needed to get done for school or how I was going to explain to my teacher why my essay wasn't done. All I did was listen to the music as I laid there in the dark with tears falling from my eyes.

So many thoughts ran through my head, one after the other, my conscious never focusing on one for any longer than necessary. Some were reasonable, questions about my life and why I was the one who had to end up like this, or what I'd done to deserve all of this pain. Others were far scarier. thoughts of getting my revenge, feeling blood running through my hands. Not only mine but Shoto's as well. Inflicting all the pain on him that he'd done to me. thoughts of suicide were also present. Why didn't I give up on this world, go and see my parents waiting on the other side of the barrier of death? It would be far simpler, I'd escape from Shoto and all the pain. No one would miss me, all the people I'd loved were already dead.

All of those thoughts were present as I lay there in the dark, but one question more than any other kept me from letting sleep claim my battered body…

Why did I keep fighting?

Hey! This is Fairy Tail Until The End! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! It was a long time in the making. There will be more but we don't know how long it will take because both of us are in school and have little time to actually get together and write. Anyways feel free to leave a review or pm us. Have a great day!

GatorGirlFL16: You can blame the not getting together on my part due to sports :(