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Today is another day spent alone. This was the first thought that I had when I woke up this morning. It is a verse from a book that I had read a long time ago. I can't remember the name because I have read lots of books, but this verse has been in my head every morning since 8th grade, when my whole life changed. When I was in 8th grade, my mother died. I loved my mom, idolized her even, but after her death, my beloved, understandable father's soul died with her. He became cold hearted and spiteful and hated everything about me. We moved to a place called Magnolia, and he forced me to go to some school called Fairy Tail High. I actually ended up enjoying it. I made some friends there that year. Levy, Lisanna, Erza, I reunited with a friend of mine named Natsu, and later on, a younger girl named Wendy, but they all ended up leaving me like everyone does. Now, its senior year, and I'm all alone.
Today is Monday. I let out a sigh as I stood up from my bed. I walked over to my dresser and reached in a flower pot that my mother had given me. The flowers are all dead, I don't feel the need to replace them with live ones. She doesn't deserve them, after all, it's her fault that my life is like this. When I felt my hand touched a small container, my whole body shivered with delight. My father hasn't found it yet. I pulled out the container and opened it to revel an entire case of bloody razors. I ran my hand across them, blindly, choosing the one that felt like it had the most amount of blood on it. Cutting is my one way of acting out against my father. When he saw the cuts in 9th grade, he swore that he would find my razors and put me away. He still hasn't found them, and I'm still here. I chipped away the old blood and pulled down my pajama pants. I shivered at the sight. Starting at the top of my thigh, all the way to the bottom, were red, swollen cuts. My school uniform skirt ended at my ankles, so the only time you could see the marks, were if you saw me changing in the gym locker rooms.
I took the cool blade and moved it to the innermost part of my thigh. I sighed as I pushed the blade deeper into my skin, tears pooling in my eyes. I know that the scars would be repulsive to other people, I know that it wasn't healthy to do this, but I don't care. I watched as blood trickled down my leg from the wound.
You're a failure to both your mother and this family. Do you realize this Lucy? Do you know how much you're hurting her? My-Our lives would be easier if you never existed. If you are so ungrateful about the life that god gave you, he will take it away, well, as long as you don't do it first.
His words ran through my head as I pushed the blade in farther, the pain from the cut pushing out the pain I felt from Jude's [my father] words. I removed the razor and put it back in the container, not even bothering to clean it. I'll clean them when I get home from school today.
I took a shower to wash away the blood, got dressed in my purple, black, and white uniform, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I put a piece of toast in the toaster and sat at the table. My maid, Virgo, would grab it for me. Her name isn't actually Virgo, but when I was young, my mother and I were obsessed with the stars, so we named every one of my maids and butlers a zodiac symbol to make them family, because all of them are my family and friends.
I enjoyed breakfast. It was one of the few times that my father wasn't circling me like a hawk, waiting for me to screw up so he could laugh and scrutinize me. Today, was the only exception. I sat at one end of the long extended table and looked down at the other side. There sat Jude, with his newspaper and coffee. When Virgo came in with my toast and jam, coffee, bacon, and eggs (She made the bacon and eggs out of pity for me), she sent me an apologetic glance, knowing that this meant that my dad had some bad news, or was going to yell me at for some ridiculous reason. But today, I wasn't going to listen to it. Jude looked up at me from his newspaper and frowned at me.
"Are you not happy to see your father in the morning?" Jude asked with a barely noticeable smirk on his face.
"No." I said plainly. "And you do not have the right to call yourself my father after shutting me out all these years. To me, you're just another person who lives in this house, another greedy, selfish, waist of space who just so happened to be thrown at me. My father died along with my mother. I don't know who you are." I said.
He stared at me in surprise and hatred as I finished my food and then stood up from my chair. Even Virgo was staring at me, but in awe, not hatred. "Thank you Virgo, I'll be taking my leave now." I said as I walked to the door. "Yes princess. Have a good day at school." She replied.
I ran outside to my car before Jude could regain his thoughts and respond. It's black and has red stripes. My previous friends and I made many memories in this car, like the time that Loke and I made out in the backseat, well, that was when we were dating. We had a mutual break up and now he's dating Aries. Or the time that I got Levy to go out with Gajeel when she lost a thumb war in my car in the school parking lot. Their still dating to this day. Or the time that Erza and I rocked out on our way to a school meeting for her student council, and Jellal Fernandez overheard her and told her that her voice was just as beautiful as she is. They go out now as well. I got in the driver's side, put the key in the ignition, and took my usual rout to school. The ride was always lonely. I drove listening to Mayday Parade and Slipknot. The same as every day.
I was pulling into the same parking spot that I do every day, when a moron on a Harley Davidson pulled in just in the nick of time. After that rude action, I pulled into the spot next to him, not liking the change. I got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I'm in this spot every god damn day, and you come in and cut me off." I said angrily. He removed his helmet to reveal a head full of pink hair. There's only one guy that I know of that has pink hair. "Natsu?"