I came up with this idea while watching a music video. The song was entitled "Coming Down" by Five Finger Death Punch. That's actually where I got the title for the story. I encourage you to all watch the video. Just look up the official music video on YouTube. 5FDP is heavy metal band, but the song is only singing, so no "screaming." Even if you don't like that style of music, you may still want to watch the video. The middle part of the video may be disturbing, the their is a good message with the video. It shows two teenagers, who kill themselves. The video then backtracks and shows everything leading to that moment. The second time, though, a friend comes and talks to them. The message is "one friend can save a life." It is really a great, so please watch it.
Updating: If you don't already know, I have an updating policy. You can check that out somewhere on my profile. Please give that a look. Although I say I will update depending on the number of reviews, I seem to update every other day regardless of reviews. But I still need to get some to update!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or Coming Down.
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It's so dark.
Maybe if I reach out-
Nothing.
Why is it so dark?
My body feels so light.
I feel so tired.
Lucy slowly opened her eyes. She was blinded by white light.
"How are you feeling?" a nurse asked.
Lucy couldn't understand her. All she heard was a slurred noise.
"Can you hear me?" the nurse asked.
Lucy scrunched her eyebrows together. She just couldn't figure out where she was, how she got there, or who was talking to her. All she saw was white light. She almost missed the darkness that consumed her moments ago.
"Turn a set of lights off," the nurse said. The beeping of the machines added an annoying background noise. It was driving Lucy insane. She didn't hear it at first. She wanted to yell at the noise, but she couldn't find her voice.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting. She could see the cream colored walls. She saw the wooden door. She knew she was in a hospital when she saw the nurse. Her eyes landed on a few machines. She followed all the cords with her eyes. She saw an IV connected to her wrist, a clip on her finger, and if she crossed her eyes, two tubes going into her nose. Her white gown itched against her skin.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked again, noticing that Lucy adjusted to the lights. She motioned for someone to turn the other set back on.
"Dry," she said. She was trying to say her throat was dry, but the sentence didn't form. "My throat," she tried again. She still didn't get the full sentence out, but the nurse understood. She moved the bed so Lucy was sitting vertically. She handed her patient a plastic cup with water.
"Do you know why you're here?" the nurse asked. Lucy drank the liquid in one gulp. She shook her head and handed the cup back.
"You gave us quite the scare," a doctor chuckled, entering the room. He set his clipboard on the table beside the bed. He unwrapped his stethoscope from his neck and proceeded to check Lucy's heart rate. He smiled when both the machine and his results matched: a perfect beat.
"My name is Dr. Phillips," the doctor introduced himself. "Do you remember why you're here?"
Lucy closed her eyes and tried to think. She remembered coming home from school. After doing something that she couldn't remember in her father's office, she went to her room. She pulled a small white box from her bottom drawer. The memories stopped there.
"No," she said quietly. She could feel her voice returning to normal, but she didn't quite trust it yet.
Dr. Phillips pulled a plastic bag from his jacket pocket. Inside, Lucy saw five empty pill bottles. "Do these look familiar?" he asked. She shook her head. "These are prescription bottles, written to people you probably don't know, and never will. We found you unconscious on your floor, these sitting beside you. From the amount of medicine in your stomach, these were all full when you took them. Do you think you can tell me why you took these?"
Lucy shook her head. She couldn't really remember anything. She probably couldn't say what her name was at that point.
"Understandable," Dr. Phillips said, setting the bag on the table. "These pills had different purposes. At some point, you must have bought them from someone along the streets. With the amount of medicine you took, it's not surprising you don't remember anything. I'm not surprised it took you two days to wake up either, Lucy."
Lucy.
The name made her want to throw up. The name brought uneasy feelings. It must have been someone she didn't like. 'Oh, that's my name,' she thought. 'That's why I don't like hearing it.'
"Are you unhappy?" Dr. Phillips asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down. He ran a hand down his face. "I already looked into it, and you have family that lives in Magnolia. I talked to them, and your aunt and uncle would love to have you, if you want to leave this town. I haven't talked to your father about this. He doesn't have to know, if you decide to stay. Think about it, okay?"
Lucy nodded. He smiled and stood up. He grabbed his clipboard and yawned, handing it to a nurse. He motioned for them to leave the room. They all quickly did so.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She just let her mind wander. She started piecing together everything that's happened to her, slowly remembering. After an hour, she remembered everything about herself. She did get the pills from someone on the streets.
She reached over and grabbed the bag of empty pill bottles. She looked at each label. The first was a sort of depression pill, only meant to be taken once every day. The second and third were strong painkillers, taken when necessary. The fourth was for anxiety, two a day. The last one was the reason she didn't remember anything. It was a memory deleting pill. Whoever had the pills were taking part in an experiment. Scientists were trying to discover a way to erase memories from war veterans. The pill was only meant to be taken once a week, erasing a week's worth of memory at a time. She took about fifty, so she was surprised she remembered everything so quickly.
Maybe she should go. She had nothing in Japan. She had researched Fiore before, and it seemed like a nice country. She may actually make some friends.
Dr. Phillips entered the room again. "Have you decided?" he asked.
Lucy set the pills back on the table. She looked back to the doctor.
"I'll go."
