It's Monday after school. I turn on the T.V. and put some music on. I hear a knock at the door. As I open it my heart skips a beat.
"Natsu?" His pink hair is sticking up everywhere, and his pure white teeth show a small smile.
"I figured we could work on our project."
"How did you fgure out where I lived?"
"I asked Sting." Great. Remind me to kill him later. I stand back to let him in. He walks in.
"Nice little place you have."
"Thanks." My wrist start to burn.
"Can I have a tour?" I sigh. I really hate my life. I walk to my kitchen and stand there.
"This is the kitchen." We walk into the next room. "This is the living room." We walk down the hall and to the right. "This is the bathroom. We walk down the hall more to the stairs. We walk into the bedroom on the right. "This is my home office." I has my computer and such necessities. We walk into a small room next door. "This is the other bathroom." We walk down the hall and go in the door on the left. "This is my storage room. It's a mess." He smiles. We walk to the last room, down at the end of the hall. "This is my room." He walks in and looks around.
"Where do your parents sleep?"
"I live alone."
"Why?"
"My parents died when I was younger. I'm on my own."
"Mine left. I'm on my own too. I know how you feel." There was an awkward silence forming in the room. My wrist started to burn even more. Have you ever had an addiction that when you don't get it, it hurts? That's how I feel with cutting myself.
"Let's go back downstairs." I say. He nods, and I lead the way.
"So what should we do or our project?" Natsu asks.
"I'll be right back. I have to use the restroom. Just sit in the living room." I say. He nods and walks into the living room. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. I pull my sleeve up to my white long sleeve shirt. I dig through a drawer until I find my little pocket knife. I open it and start to drag it against my skin. One cut because the addiction told me to, two cuts because I hate my life. Three cuts because I'm worthless. Four cuts because nobody cares. Five cuts because I can't do anything right. Six cuts because of Lisanna. Seven cuts because of Lisanna. Eight cuts because of Lisanna. Nine cuts because I have no friends. Ten cuts because I don't have a boyfriend. I put the knife back in my drawer. I rinse my wrist under freezing cold water to help stop the bleeding. I pull my sleeve down and walk back out to the living room.
"I think we should do our report on the WWII Jewish period." I say.
"That sounds good." Natsu reply's. I sit next to Natsu on the couch. I pull out my history book and go to the index. I look up WWII. Pages 124-143. I turn to page 124 and set the book down.
"We should start by saying that Hitler blamed the Jews for them losing WWII. Then say what he did to them, and what they were made to do. Then we could talk about how they tore family's apart. Then we could but why Hitler blamed Jews when he himself were a Jew. Then say what the real reason was for them losing WWII."
"I don't know any of this." He says. I sigh. Why couldn't I just be partners with Sting. I go to grab a piece of paper.
"Lucy?" Natsu questions. I look at him.
"What?"
"Your wrist is bleeding."
"It does that." I say.
"Cutting yourself isn't good you know."
"I'm aware."
"You really should stop." I stand up.
"I'll be back." I walk into my kitchen and grab a cigarette. I light it and take a long hit. Natsu walks in a minute later.
"That's not good for you either." He frowns.
"I don't care. I will live my life how I want."
"I'm sure your friends don't want you doing that."
"I have one friend. And that's Sting. And he does it too."
"Maybe you need more friends."
"I don't need any."
"Lucy.." His voice trails off.
"You should go." I say. He sighs and grabs his stuff. He heads out the door and I shut it behind him. I lock the door and run to my bathroom. I drag up my sleeve and grab my knife. Eleven cuts because I love Natsu. Twelve because I hate Natsu.
