Hey, TheBeastHunter here. So, this is my new story. Considering my old story, "Special Circumstances" is coming to an end, I wanted to start a new one. I hope you enjoy it and keep me posted throughout. If you have any ideas or questions feel free to ask and I hope you guys like and respond as well to this one as my last. I'll see you at the bottom for my official A/N.

I remember it like yesterday. Being told you're slowly going to die.

Now, well now I'm just lying here waiting. And waiting. And waiting. That's my life now. It's like lining up for a rollercoaster, except instead of a rollercoaster, it's the afterlife... but let me go back to the day I found out.

"It's a fever mother. I've gone to school with fevers before. I'm gunna beat this thin." She grinned. Not letting it get her down. Flicking her blond hair comically, making her mother giggle.

"Lucy." She tried to say firmly, but couldn't help but giggle and pull her into a hug, "Come here." She squeezed her daughter. "You go to the doctor as soon as you feel bad. You understand. God, people must think I'm a bad mother."

"No. If they say you do, I'll... get Erza on them." She winked and ran out of the apartment. Hair swishing behind her as she ran. She was going to be late again. Despite her perfect attendance, her truancy... putting it informally is shit. She ran casually, she was a healthy girl. Not even running to school made her huff. She's on the athletics team. The scarlet-haired girl ahead of her grows bigger as she pushes forward.

"Erza, I'm so sorry. I had a fever this morning, and you know how my mother is... too loving." She explained sighing at her mothers antics. Ever since her father died her mother was... a little over protective, just a little...

"Maybe she's right. You need to take it easy. You're running in the 100m this morning. You need your energy." Erza held her hand to her forehead. She forgot how over protective Erza is. She thinks that's why they are friends in the first place. She's just like her mother."Humm... you still have a fever. Let's get you to the nurse." Erza said, worried. She wriggled out of the scarlet girls reach.

"I'm fine. Ohh, look a fight." She pointed out. She knew Erza was a sucker for splitting up fights. Although she may seem gentle, she was a devil in disguise. Another quality in which she loved.

"NO FIGHTING MY CORRIDOR" Erza screamed running off to punish the fighters. One was Gajeel, a boy who she stayed clear off, he always scared her a little. I guess she needed to get to know him. The other boy was a transfer student. He came to the school with his twin brother, although they look nothing a like. Someone's parents needs some explaining to do. She didn't have much to do with the twins... actually. That was a lie... the other twin, Sting. He was on the football team. (A/N: I'm British, so it's set in England. So football, is also soccer. Just a heads up.) He is incredibly pushy and has asked her out on many occasions but in her opinion, he is just a dickhead who wants one thing... it's not hard to guess what.

The girl in question continued to her form room. People giving her luck for the upcoming race, as she walks past everyone. Her just smiling and saying ,"Thank you, I'll try my best." with a smile.

She walked into the room, seeing Erza has sat down. Waiting for her arrival.

"Fighting over?" She asked.

Erza smirked demonically, "Yes. I don't think they'll be fighting soon." And as if on cue, the two fighting boys walked in form the infirmary, they had bandages all over. After an exchange in glances, the boys put and arm round each other.

"Hows my best friend, Rouge doing?" Gajeel asked, grinding his teeth.

"I'm doing great, my buddy Gajeel." Rouge replied, almost emotionless after all, there was a bit of fear behind his words. She wasn't concentrating, her vision went blurry and her head was spinning. Erza grasped onto her state as soon as she curled her fingers round the edge of the desk, digging her nails into the table.

"Are you okay? Answer me." Erza asked worried.

"I'm fine. Just this damn fever." She looked up at Erza through her fringe. Her eyes peering though her hair with her big brown eyes. "I'll be heading the changing room now. The race is soon. Tell Gildarts I'm there." She ran out of the room leaving a shouting Erza. Her voice bouncing down the corridor.

"GOOD LUCK. WE'LL BE THERE TO CHEER YOU ON."

She smiled and went to the changing room. Time passed and she was lining up for the race. In the stands was her mother, her friends even her enemies cheering her on. She liked this feeling, it gave her a high that she couldn't explain.

"ON YOUR MARKS." Her head was spinning, as her sight worsened into a nauseous and blurry state.

"GET SET." She was sure the world was spinning. Could she even run straight? She felt a burning pain as her migraine was back.

"GO!" BANG. Went the gun shot. She pressed forwards, her bones aching, and she wasn't even running in a straight line. She blacked out, as she heard her mother screaming.

As she awoke from what seemed like an eternal sleep, the light blinded her. She groaned. It was white and the light was in lines as the light was blocked by the blinds.

"I take it I'm not dead." She mumbled, coughing a smile laugh.

"Lucy, Honey. You're awake at last." He mother looked at her sincerely. Her eyes red and puffy.

"You haven't been crying have you? I told you it's just a fever. I'm sure I haven't been out long." She smiled, acting like the mature one in the family. It just looked like her mother was holding in more tears. She pressed the buzzer to call the doctor.

"It's been 3 days." She smiled, but her face dropped.

"Wait, 3 days. What about my perfect attendance?" She groaned, making her mother laugh for the first time in 3 days. She always knew how to make her feel better and vice versa.

Just then a doctor walked in, in his official looking coat and equipment. His hair slicked back and eyes that pierced though her soul. Maybe he was such a good doctor because he had x-ray vision? She thought and laughed to herself. That caused a few funny looks.

"Has your mother told you?" He asked.

"Told me what?" She replied to his question, with a question causing the conversation to spiral in a circle of unanswered questions that lead her to think... "I'm dying aren't I." She wanted to know the answer, at first she thought it was ridiculous and wanted to get some comfort of it not being the worst situation but as her mother burst into tears. She got her answer. Her throat dried up.

"Tell me it's not true... Tell me you're lying. Very funny joke everyone." She yelled in hysterics. Jumping out of bed, pulling all wires out, wincing at the pain it caused her. "Come out guys." She laughed, eyes getting wide.

"Relax. I'm not lying, but it's not strictly true." The doctor told her, resting onto the bed.

"Lucy. You have cancer." And the world went in slow motion.

Ha. Could you imagine 4 small words ruining my life? I can't and it's happened to me. I've lived with cancer for half a year now, and still going strong. Kicking cancers butt. A lot has happened in that time, but I'm going strong and mama said that's what's important. Oh, I should mention, Mama died two months ago. She was crossing the street to the hospital, and WHAM. She got hit with a car. She was too preoccupied thinking about me, that she got hit. You're probably thinking, Hey, it was lucky she was in front of a hospital. No, it was an instant impact, instant death. Painless. Remember Erza? I said she was like my mother; well she's even more so now. When she leaves to get me things we always got though the same routine.

"Erza, remember to look left and right-" She cut her off.

"And left and right again, I know." Erza smiled and walked off.

But, Erza's out at the moment, so I adjusted my wig, it's blond and the closest I can get to my natural colour. It's made out of real hair, so it looks legit. I wonder where you get real hair? Is it like organs that you donate when you die? That's a weird thought. Anyway, now Erza's out, I can go for a walk. She never lets me out. I only have time while she's at school, but at that time I get schooled too, so I can't explore. Heading down the corridor, I see some other patients. Some not a serious as others, some worse than mine, but most cancer patients get transferred to a speciality doctor, but I don't see the difference. So, there are not many cancer patients. I see loads of kids with broken bones, clumsy kids. I laugh; it's not out of disrespect, but out of seer amusement of acts of humanity. It's quite lonely here, so it's good seeing little acts of the human kind. I turn the corner to go into the gift shop, browsing though magazines.

"What do you mean there are no fire crackers? That's dumb." The boy practically yelled. He has the strangest pink hair, and a casted up leg that had writing written all over it.

"Mr Dragneel, it's a hospital. We don't sell fire crackers it's a safety hazard." The keeper said, while I grab a red-hot chilli and chocolate bar. I don't usually have spicy food, but my taste buds sometimes need a shock to work again, spicy food did the trick. I paid the cashier and was about to walk out, when.

"Oi, cashier man. Where did the chilli chocolate go? It was on the shelf a minute ago." He asked and the mumbled to himself. "Who could have taken it? Shit, I should have grabbed it earlier."

"I sold the last one to that young girl there." He pointed to me. Shit. Great way to draw attention Lucy. The pink haired boy is staring at me now. Damn, he's hopping over to me. Don't panic, even though he has great muscles. No, bad Lucy, look at him, not is abs. May I add were exposed. He looked at me oddly, now I should say something.

"Want some?"

A/N: So, first chapter is up. By the way, unless demanded, I'll update the next chapter after I finish my old fic (In a couple of chapters time) so unless demanded, you'll have to wait. What did you think? Don't be scared to pop a review, follow or favorite. I won't bite. Again, and questions or ideas for sub plots, just pop a cheeky review.

Until next time friends.

-THEBEASTHUNTER