Chapter 4: The Broken Record
I've only seen episodes 1-114
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail
The Road So Far:
"You left me, after she died, for your own selfish reasons. You wanted to be the best. But you left me behind. You thought I would slow you down, huh? You didn't even cry. I had to sleep outside for a year!"
Lyon shakily got up. "Midnight? It's been so long, you've grown up, sister."
Midnight left without another word. She just wanted him to suffer, like she did. She wanted them all to suffer. This wasn't the last time they would meet.
Midnight's P.O.V
After punching Lyon I walked out. My whole life I've wanted to punch him into a wall and tell him how I felt. Now that I've done it, what will I do next? I don't want to be alone anymore, but I guess I have to. Footsteps were approaching and a hand reached out and grabbed my arm. The culprit spun me around to face them.
Gray's eyes meet mine. He spoke quietly, "what happened back their."
"I punched him," I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."
He shook his head. "No. It's a big deal. You punched him. Then stormed out."
I rolled my eyes at his childishness. "It happened, it's not going to again. The past is in the past. Move on, it's not your fight."
"When it involves my past, it is my problem. Got it?"
Shaking my head, I walked away. Lyon was a pest, he deserved the punch. What was wrong with Gray? She saw his past, Lyon said that he was a killer. Gray had to be angry at him.
"Mommy!" The young girls cries took dominance over the killers laughter. Tears blurred her vision as she ran to her: to my mother. Her hair was spread out behind her pale skin. Her eyes fluttered open at the word. The mother looked at her daughter, knowing she only had seconds. Her hand came up to her face.
She looked at her daughter. "Baby, remember this, figure it out," her daughters tears grew as her mothers weak words came out, "fear is the heart of love."
With that, her hand went down and she closed her eyes, not wanting her daughter to see them gloss over. At the time, the young one didn't know the meaning of her mothers words. Fear is the heart of love; what did it mean? What importance did that have?
"Aw, too bad," her mothers killer laughed as the girl looked at him, "I do wish she would've put up more of a fight." He laughed some more. "But, good thing your here. You seem to have some spunk in ya."
A hand grabbed hers and pulled her into a sprint. Her big brother ran in front of her and pulled her down the stairs. He knew the perfect spot to hid and pushed his little sister into the secret spot in the wall. He ran to the doors that led outside and pushed them open, letting the fridged midnight air in. He heard heavy footsteps fast approaching and hid with his sister, pulling the wall closed behind him.
His sister had her arms rapped around him; her breathing frozen. The older one put his arms around her shaking form and pulled her closer, if that was even possible. The two seemed to wait forever until a voice called out.
"Anyone here," it called, "we're the police. We're here to help."
The boy pushed on the wall and made a hand motion for his sister to stay there. She did. She would do anything for her brother. He sighed as relief and signaled for her to come out. She ran out and hugged the police man. After that, she looked at her brother.
He bent down in front of her.
Midnight cried as her brother hugged her.
Their father left two weeks before the incident. They didn't know where he was. Which was a relief for both, seeing as he hurt them more than any murderer.
She still didn't understand.
Fear is the heart of love?
Third Person P.O.V/Normal P.O.V
Midnight's knees gave out at the memory and gravity did its job and pulled her to the ground. The memory was too much for her. She watched her mothers death. She could have done something, but she didn't. She was weak, so she got stronger. She was going to protect the people she cared about. Even if Lyon left her alone, she still loved him. She wanted her brother back. She wanted him to laugh because of her terrible jokes, and him to pick on her. She just wanted to feel love, but she was so afraid. She was afraid of getting hurt, afraid that no one would love her.
Tears swam in her eyes and started flowing down her face. She just wanted her brother to be her friend again. That he would protect her.
"Midnight!"
Black. That was the only thing she saw. She was afraid of the dark. So many thoughts, awful ones, came at night. When she was sleeping, nightmares crept their way to her mind; replaying horrible memories like a broken record. Too many thoughts.
"Midnight!"
Again, that name. Who's name was it? She didn't know, but that name was the last word she heard before she seeped into darkness.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to focus on her memories and her character development. I forgot that her father was still alive, so I had to rewrite.
A useless, random fact:
Odontophobia is the fear of teeth.
Make this year great,
~SummerGirl