So I finally finished checking through the prologue of the story I said I'd post while people wait for me to edit the first story I wrote. Anyways, just so you know, the clothing that the agents wear aren't as formal as they should be, and that's because I can't write using anything formal, it just doesn't work. Don't worry though, I will most likely force myself to edit it, I just don't know when that'll be. I will be posting only one chapter a week, no more and no less.

I got up off the ground, only to be shoved against a wall, gasping as my elbow went through it. My father hit my shoulder, hard. The thing he didn't know, is that I had called for help ten minutes before this. He threw me to the ground, then threw his half empty beer bottle at me. I bit back a scream of pain as the glass shattered against my collarbone.

By the time the cops got there, and FTBI(Don't ask... I have no idea why they were at my house too), I had bruises down my arms and legs, cuts to follow the bruises, and I'm sure I had more cuts and bruises on my face. The sad thing is, it only took them twenty minutes to get to my house and in those twenty minutes, my father put me in the state of, 'if I didn't get medical attention within the next couple hours, I would've bled to death.'

Four people pulled my father away from me, while I was leaning against the wall for support. One of the agents, a man with blue hair, left my father and came over to me.

"There's an ambulance outside." he informed.

I nodded in response. I tried to walk, but failed. I ended up stumbling and almost falling. The only thing that stopped me from falling, was the agent with blue hair catching me.

In one swift movement, he picked me up and carried me outside to the ambulance. He set me down on the stretcher and left me with the paramedics. For a while, I watched as he left, then I looked down. I didn't pay any attention to the paramedics, I focussed on the ground instead and blocked out everything around me.

(Jellal's POV)

I could feel her eyes burning into my back as I walked away to go help Ultear. I wouldn't be able to do much to help, I was still very weak from not eating. When I got in the house, Ultear was still trying to gain control over the abusive father.

"Ultear, where is Mira and Juvia? They're supposed to be helping you." I asked, trying to help her.

She pointed to the edge of the room. When I looked to where she was pointing, I saw Mira and Juvia leaning against the wall, barely conscious.

Eventually, Ultear rolled her eyes and pulled out her taser. She tased him and when she was done, he was sprawled out on the ground, also barely conscious.

"Why didn't you just start with that?" I asked.

"Mira said that it wouldn't be fair." Ultear mumbled.

"You don't have to listen to Mira all the time..." I sighed.

"You're right, I don't have to listen to Mira, but I'm going to because I don't want to get beat to a pulp." she retorted.

"That's a good point... Mira can be scary at times. Speaking of Mira... We should probably help her and Juvia." I decided.

"I'll take Juvia, you can take Mira." Ultear replied.

She picked Juvia up and carried her out of the house. I went over to Mira, who was now completely unconscious, and picked her up, then followed Ultear out. I brought Mira to the second ambulance and placed her on the stretcher. The ambulance that Juvia was in, had already left. Surprisingly, the one that the other girl was in, or should've been in, hadn't left.

When I went over to check it out, she was sitting on the ground, blankly staring at her house. As I walked closer, I noticed that she had something in her hand and she was holding it by her thigh. When I was close enough to see what was going on, I noticed that she had a knife in her hand, one that was stabbed into her thigh.

"What happened?" I asked one of the paramedics.

"She just started freaking out, and the next thing we knew, she stabbed herself and sat down." he explained.

I sighed then knelt down by the girl. She was muttering something, but I couldn't tell what she was saying.

"Could you let go of the knife?" I asked.

She blinked, then looked at me. Then she looked down at her leg, and shakily released the knife, then looked back at me.

"Alright... I'm going to pull it out of your leg now, okay?"

At that moment, it would've been nice to be able to read minds. I really wanted to know what she was thinking because the look in her eyes expressed five different emotions: Fear, anger, pain, sadness, and happiness.

She nodded. I reached over and grabbed the knife. She bit her lip as I pulled it out of her leg. I handed the knife to the paramedic.

"Okay, you need to go in the ambulance now. They're going to take you to the hospital." I told her softly.

She shook her head and mumbled, "I hate hospitals..."

Who would've thought that the first thing someone would say to you is, 'I hate hospitals'?

"Can you tell me why you hate hospitals?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Well..." I sighed, "You do need to go to the hospital. The paramedics have prevented you from losing anymore blood, but I'm going to guess you have injuries that they can't take care of here. I promise that you'll be safe at the hospital." I told her.

I stood up, then helped her up. She slowly walked closer to the ambulance with me, then I helped her into the ambulance.

One person. Five different emotions.

Fear.

Anger.

Pain.

Sadness.

Happiness.

No, five wasn't the right number of emotions... There was one more now.(Not sure if it really counts as an emotion...)

Trust.

This would be the first time someone's trusted me.

I hope at least some of you like it! This story has more detail than the first, which I am proud of, however, I think I could do better with the detail(which I am working on). Please leave a review and tell me what you think!