Lucy's POV

We had collected all his stuff and gathered it into my room. He refused to sleep in any of the other vacant rooms so we decided he would sleep on the floor.

"Are you sure? I'm fine with sleeping on the floor if you want," I persuaded. He shook his head. "C'mon, I just feel like you've done so much for me," I pushed.

" I haven't done anything," he stated. I scoffed,

"Seriously, you saved my freaking life!" I nearly yelled. He sighed.

"Fine, but tomorrow I'm gonna sleep on the floor," he bargained. I smiled,

"Deal!" He smiled back at me. "It's getting dark, you wanna start getting ready for bed?" he asked. I nodded, opening my dresser. I noticed that my 'items' were gone, but I didn't really mind. I picked out an old t-shirt and paired it with some shorts and headed towards the bathroom.

(A/N: I am most likely gonna skip over these tedious tasks considering they have no effect on the plotline whatsoever)

I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, noticing that Natsu had changed into a t-shirt and some short as well. He had set up the blankets into a sleeping bag on the floor.

"Thanks." He nodded back at me, getting under my covers. I began to tuck myself into the blankets. My eyelids grew droopy and eventually they had fallen over my eyes, turning the room black.

I looked at my mom, shot and dead in front of me. My lip began to quiver as tears started to roll down my cheeks. He head turned around facing me. Her beautiful face had grown old with wrinkles and her eyes were a bright red.

"Mom?" I asked, my words shaky. Her smile was creepy as ever, smiling ear to ear.

"H-o-n-e-y w-h-y d-i-d-n-t y-o-u s-a-v-e m-e?" she asked. Tears rolled down my cheeks faster, as be breath became less and less steady.

"I-I don't know, Mom, I couldn't," I tried to convince myself.

"You could've," her voice was more consistent, but it still had cracks in it. "Now you must pay the price," she pulled out a gun and shot me in the foot. I screamed out in pain.

"Lucy," she called again. Tears poured faster and faster.

"Lucy, wake up." I felt my body being shaken. "Luce."

I jumped straight up, my forehead covered in sweat and my eyes and cheeks stained with dried tears. I turned beside me to find Natsu.

"Good you're awake," he sighed, relieved.

"What happened," I asked him.

"You started crying and screaming, and you kept saying 'Mom'" the dream came back to me. "Bad dream?" he asked. I nodded. "Here," he picked me up off the sheets that were laid down on the floor and sat me down on the bed. He pushed my head back onto the pillow and forced my body to relax, and pulled the covers over me. He walked over to the other side of the bed and slid in, facing me. "Now when you see the dream again, I want you to picture me there with you, protecting you," he ordered. I nodded. My eyes slowly close, and as soon as they did, I felt two warm arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I was in a hallway, and at the end of it, a ghost of my dad stood with a gun. I quickly started to run away from him, gunshots echoing through the halls.

"C'mon Lucy, aren't you daddy's girl?" he asked. His voice was twisted and dark. The sounds of my footsteps followed the gunshots. The I remembered what Natsu said. I imagined Natsu and, sure enough, he was right there in front of me. I looked behind myself to see my father with a gun.

"Luce, get behind me," he commanded. I did as he said and hid behind him. "Are you the one who tried to kill Lucy," the figure nodded. He laughed. "If you think you're even going to touch her, you're wrong!" he yelled. All of a sudden his fist turned into fire. For some reason in my dreams, everyone had some sort of magic power. Natsu's was Dragon Slayer Fire Magic. Mine was celestial spirit magic, meaning I could call upon spirits to aid me. "Fire Dragon Iron Fist!" he yelled as he ran up to the figure. Gunshots filled the room, but Natsu dodged them all. "DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO HURT LUCY EVER AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME!" he yelled, right before the punch had made contact with his body. THUD! The figure of her dad fell onto the floor. Dead. Natsu turned around, facing me. Shouldn't the dream be over now? That's how all of these dreams end, I nearly die or I get close to defeating them. But it wasn't. I was still in the endless plain of halls that intertwined.

"Luce," he said, his voice as smooth as silk. I looked back at him, my eyes speaking for themselves as a reply. "Wake up, Luce, time for school," my body rocked back and forth.