Hi all! Its me again! Phoenix!
Haha, sorry for all the sad stories lately. (Not really;p) It hasn't been intentional its just I get this idea and then it won't leave me alone! Quite annoying as they are all sad... Anyway, as you can see this one is a Fairy Tail:) (The best anime ever)
It was also inspired by a poem I read on someones profile (I'm not sure who wrote it but whoever did was quite good with poems and they have credit on this story) Because I made the story off of the poem (I think) Its slightly choppy and NOT my best work, however I couldn't not post it:)
I have another Fairy Tail (Gruvia) story called Peace in the Rain that I think is much better story wise as well as writing style. So go to my profile and check it out! (if you want)
One thing I want to make extremely clear for everyone is that I HATE child abuse. Any abuse at all I HATE. I wrote this story AGAINST child abuse. I didn't write the poem at the end I found it on someones profile so whoever wrote it, Much credit goes to you!
And now, without further ado Best Friends
Disclamer: I don't own Fairy Tail. ;(
Her name was Juvia, and this is what happened when she was alive…
Her name was Juvia, she wasn't your normal seven year old girl. For some it might be fun or exciting to be put apart from others. But not for Juvia, for you see, her dad was a drunk and her mother an addict and she had spent almost as long as she could remember locked in an attic.
Her only friend was a little toy bear, It was quite worn out and patches of hair where missing. She wasn't quite sure when or where she got it, it had seemed to appear in her little attic when she needed it most. She had named him Gray after the color he was. She would always talk to him when she was alone, whenever she was sad or lonely Gray was the one she went to. At night she would curl up on the floor of her little attic and hug him making sure not to make peep of sound.
The door would slowly open to reveal her mom or dad with wide, half crazed eyes and breath that smelled of alcohol. She would cower in the corner of her little attic and endure the pain as it always followed. A bruise on her leg, a scar on her face. Why on earth would little Juvia have to be in that place?
After her parents leave she'll grab Gray and softly cry into his matted grey hair as blood would slowly ooze from one place or another. She loves her parent but they want her to die. She would sit in the corner of her little attic, quite but thinking. God why? Why is my life always sinking? Such a bad life for such a nice, sweat kid. She'd get beaten and beaten for anything she did.
Then one night her mom came home high, Juvia was slapped and hit until it all became a blur of numb pain. The hours went by and as Juvia endured her thoughts went beyond the sad little attic to a place that was happy, filled with fun and laughter. Suddenly her mom grabbed a knife, it was sharp and pointy. One she had made. She thrust the blade right into her chest vehemently saying.
"You deserve to die you worthless pest!" He mom walked out, leaving Juvia slowly dying. She crawled across the room to where her only friend was laying. she curled up in a ball as the blood slowly left. She buried her head into her little Gray and again started crying. Her vision started fading as she lay there in her attic, blood and tears sharing her floor.
Police barged in but everything was as quite as a mouse. Her mom had fled and her dad wasn't home, it was just her and her little toy bear. One officer slowly opened the door, to find sad little Juvia, curled up on the floor. She passed right from this life with a bruise on her leg and a scar on her face. It must have been bad going through so much harm.
But at least she had died with her best friend in her arms…
Original poem
Her name was Jenny
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one was around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
God, why?
Why is My life always sinking?
Such a bad life For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrust the blade
Right into her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms…
And There we have it! Yup, there is my sad (very) short Gruvia one shot. Sorry it was so short and sad but thats just what happened when I wrote it. PLEASE tell me what you think of it! Also any constructive criticism is welcome:)
See yah next time!
~Pheonx313