So this is my attempt to make a story in third-person! This was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to make it a two-shot. I'm still working on the second chapter though, and I might make this into a longer story, but I'm not sure yet. Enjoy!

I've decided that I'm going to make this into like a five chapter story. I can't fit everything I want into only two chapters. XD Well, more fun writing for me! Well... Uh the topic of the story isn't like 'yippee', but um... Writing is fun! There, that's what I meant. XD

Nobody wants to be afraid to love, but she was.

Everything was too stressful. Too confusing. Why did all of it have to happen to her? Her of all people?

Her parents' murders. The foster family. The rape.

Young Erza still remembered it clearly in her mind and would do anything to rid of the memory. The memory of that man forcing himself on her. The same man that killed her parents. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to give up.

Although she thought the scars and wounds were enough to clear her mind...

They weren't.

As she walked down the street, itching her freshly cut arms, she kept her head down. She was on her way home. Nobody knew why she was in such hurry but she knew, and that was all that mattered to her.

Suddenly she ran into someone and jumped back in surprise. Her heart fell when she saw her best friends' familiar face. His brown eyes, the tattoo over his right eye, and his messy blue hair.

"S-sorry," Erza whispered.

She had to force her breathing to stay steady, for she new that Jellal would never hurt her. She put on a brave face to keep him from seeing her hidden facade.

"Erza," he waved his hand in front of her face when she didn't seem to hear him for few minutes.

Erza flinched then quickly apologized again.

"Are you okay?"

Rather than responding, Erza tried to push past him. He lightly grabbed her arm, and she found herself stopping for him and not yanking her arm away. Jellal clearly noticed something was wrong. Yes, she normally paused then pulled her arm away and kept walking, but this time, she just paused.

Once Erza realized that she wasn't acting normal, she carefully pulled Jellal's hand off of her arm. Before he could say anything, Erza ran off towards her home.

When she was in her foster parents' small apartment, she leaned against the front door to catch her breath. She didn't shut her door all the way though, something prevented her from doing so. Was it her subconscious? Maybe.

Erza went to the bathroom cabinet, where her parents kept their stash of medicine; she took out two containers of pills. She opened one container and swallowed the pills one-by-one until they were all gone. Darkness started to enter her vision but not quite.

She heard the faint sound of a buzzer in her apartment and the barely audible sound of Jellal's voice. Ignoring the feelings she feared so much, she sat down with her back leaning against the wall.

Soon, there was a ringing in her ears and darkness began to quickly seep in. She could still just barely hear Jellal's voice, which could be what saved her.

When darkness was close to consuming her into an everlasting sleep, she got up and stumbled to the main room of the apartment. Erza hit the buzzer to allow Jellal into the apartment building just before she collapsed.

Flashes of her past filled the darkness that threatened her life. It started with the murder, then the different foster families, and it ended with the rape.

There was a gunshot, and blood splattered the young girl that the now dead woman was holding onto. The girl couldn't find the strength to move, she just stared straight ahead at the murderer. Her scared, vulnerable eyes stared into his as her father tried to pull her away from her mother. Then there was another gunshot, and if was the girl alone with the murderer.

Pure darkness entered her mind again. Then another flash of her past.

By age fifteen, she was with her fifth foster family— three years after the incident. Fifth. She thought the last one's would've stayed, but they didn't. They were afraid of her and her past.

Her first foster family was afraid they'd be the next ones to get killed. The second foster family just suddenly decided they didn't want a kid. When the third foster family rid of her, they said it was because they didn't have the money to take care of her— maybe that was true, but in Erza's mind, they just simply hated her.

The fifth family though... The fifth family ended up keeping her.

Instead of darkness consuming her again, it jumped straight to the next flash of her past.

She was home alone when it happened, when the same man that killed her biological parents broke into her home. Yes, she had tried to push him off of her, but she didn't have enough strength.

When he was done, he threatened her.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill everyone you love," he uttered before leaving her alone in the living room of her apartment.

She didn't see him again after that, but every once-in-a-while, she could sense him watching her.

Yeah, I know this is a really depressing story and all that… Depression and suicide are big parts of my life, so I like writing about it(hope that doesn't sound too).