BlackLynx17: I went to the anime expo yesterday, my fourth time going, and it just blew me away. I couldn't believe how many people loved anime, even old people! OLD PEOPLE! I saw an old couple there, it was crazy! I was able to buy a lot of One Piece items (my favorite anime) and way to many posters and pins... I couldn't help myself though. The thing I wanted most was a Sylveon (hoped I spelled right) doll, it's the new Eevee evolution that looks nothing like Eevee. In the past they all had Eevee eyes but this is the only one that doesn't, anyway I wanted to buy one but it was like $30 dollars for a doll no bigger than my arm. I mean, I bought a Cheese-kun doll (my first year) that could bring giant teddy bears to shame and they were trying to sell me that small thing? Please, I wasn't about that life.
Anyway, for those who went to anime expo and was shopping like crazy you might have seen me, then again with all the cosplayers you might have just seen me out the corner of your eyes.
Back to the story, I loved the reviews and finally this story is getting somewhere. The plot is thickening and new people are entering, one thing I don't like though is that EVERYONE already knows the couples. I mean like, EVERYONE, I can't keep any secrets hidden. You already know Levy is sad because she likes Gazille and already know who Erza's crushing on... it sucks. Maybe I should switch the couples so you guys won't know and to surprise you... but then I don't like Levy and Jellal together. Their hair color is to similar and they look related.
Why am I rambling on so much? Thanks for reviews, thanks for reading the story, hope you enjoy this.
... I also just watched the movie Silving Lining... so epic! I loved it!
ENJOY!
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Mythical Creatures
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Chapter 7
White Smoke Under Blue Skies
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Smoke illuminated around us, it filled up the entire room. A white smog. Normally, I don't get high by smoking. I rather sniff the stuff then smoke it, but this time I think I could make an exception. I laid on the floor with my best friend lying next to me, the both of us staring at nothingness.
"I was the first one to find him. Out of all the maids and servants in the huge ass mansion I was the first to find him. Blood was splattered everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, bits and pieces of his brain were splattered too." I said.
"His brain?!" Cana yelled.
"All of it." I whispered.
"Wow... a shot to the head. That's deep." Cana told me.
"Yeah, probably thought a shot to the chest wouldn't kill him." I answered.
My fingertips started petting the carpet, feeling the tingling sensation of thousands upon thousands strands of... of...
"What are carpets made of?" I asked.
Cana breathed loudly through her nose.
"I don't know wo-man, we should write this down so we won't forget," she said.
"Nah... I'll remember... what was I saying again?" I asked.
"Shot, boom, blood, you."
"That's right." I sighed.
I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale of breath.
"Blood..."
I woke up to pounding, very loud impatient pounding against a wooden door. I opened my eyes wide and met with the ceiling of nothingness. What day was it today? I sniffed and rubbed my nose as I reached for my phone. Sunday, 11/1, 3:21 pm.
"Fuck." I sighed.
Slept through the whole morning, and where the hell did Saturday go?
"Lucy, door." Cana mumbled.
She was lying on my stomach, drooling all over my belly button. I was too screwed over to be mad though, instead I just pushed her off and tried to get up. My steps were heavy and loud against the carpet as I tried to walk out of the room.
"Door." I mumbled holding the walls so I wouldn't lose my balance.
Once I made it to my destination I unlocked one of two locks and opened the door slightly, the top chain lock still on. What I saw I couldn't believe.
"I think you have the wrong door." I told him.
"Cana Alberona? Sells drugs here?" He told me.
I blinked.
"I think you have the right door, password?" I asked.
"Do fairies have tails?"
"Answer?"
"The fuck I know?!"
I closed the door then proceeded to unlock the last lock.
"So how long you been a drug head Lucy? Never pegged you for one when I first saw you." Gazille informed me walking in.
"This stays between us, if anyone else finds out about me an-"
"No worries, no one knows about my 'problem' either." Gazille said lying down on the couch and making himself confortable.
"It makes sense now though, how you would be sweet one second and bitchy the next," he laughed.
"Not bitchy, mean... real... not fake." I listed sitting on top of him since his body took the whole couch up; he didn't seem to mind it.
"How long?" He repeated.
"Since my Father killed himself so... a few months. You?" I asked.
"Almost a year, keep telling myself I'll quit but never do." Gazille sighed.
"I don't have that feeling yet." I told him.
"You'll have it soon enough."
"You're problem?"
"Issues at home, needed a release."
"What about the- um, eye?" I asked.
I tried to stall but I needed to know. It looked worse from when I saw it at school Friday, back then it was barely noticiable but now... it was all purple and puffy.
"Fight," was all he said to which I just nodded my head to.
And that was the end of our conversation. No more questions or secrets, just two strangers sniffing up coke together.
"I always wanted to be a hero." Gazille said clapping his hands in the air.
I giggled.
"This shit is much stronger than the last batches I've had." I said rubbing my nose.
"A real hero, not some fucking fake douchebag in tights." Gazille spat out.
"What would you do?"
"Everything."
"Where would you go?"
"Everywhere."
"... if not tights, would you wear your undies on the outside?"
This time Gazille didn't answer immedietely, he paused and thought about it.
"Oof," I sighed feeling the wind get knocked out of me.
"Come on, get up. It's six, I was suppose to have you home four hours ago school girl." Cana said kicking me up.
I moved my bag that she dropped off my stomach and leaned up.
"What the? Damn." I sighed looking at the time.
And I was just having such a relaxing time with Gazille too.
"You going to be alright here with Bacchus?" Cana asked kicking Gazille next.
"Yeah," was all he said.
"Don't OD while I'm out, come on Goldie Locks. I already filled your stash back and added extra in your bag just in case you run out to soon. That shit should last you for about a week and a half." Cana said tying her hair up into a pony tail.
"Thanks." I mumbled pulling my shirt over my head.
I've been wearing the same thing since Friday and couldn't go back to Erza's house with the same thing still on. I pulled out a clean shirt from my bag and decided to wear that instead, stuffing the now dirty shirt back into my bag.
"Breakfast is on the table, I'll be warming up the car." Cana said opening her door.
Everything is going to fast for me, things needed to slow down. I squeezed my eyes shut to collect my thoughts, when I opened them back up things got better. Things were more organized.
First, get breakfast and by breakfast Cana meant a granola bar and a juice box. It wasn't even breakfast anymore, more like... dinner.
Second, say goodbye to Gazille.
"Gazille! I'm leaving, this stays between us remember?" I asked.
"Underwear on the outside, I guess I would. Better than tights," he mumbled towards me.
I giggled and saw Gazille's eyes wander up to me.
"Bye." I waved before leaving the apartment, closing the door after me.
Now, try and sober up fast before I get back home so Erza won't suspect anything.
That was going to be a problem.
"I'll call you between the next few days alright Goldie?" Cana asked pulling over.
"Sure thing Momma Bear, bye!" I said getting out of the car.
Cana hocked a few times before turning the wheel and driving off. I felt like I was about to crash, that was the sad side-effect of cocaine. No matter how high you felt on the junk, when it started running out you always came crashing back down... that and dieing... and the dizzy spells... and the vomiting... not to mention what it does to your body on a structural level, alright stop thinking about this Lucy. I've only just started doing this stuff, the dizzy spells have passed and you don't vomit as much as you used to in the beginning. Right now... it's pretty normal other than the occasional shakes I get.
"Lucy? Why are you just standing outside?" Erza asked opening the door.
Another sad side effect, one track mind. If it's not a busy day and if I'm just sitting down, lazy, not really doing anything (like I was before Cana made me leave) I get side tracked. I'll be doing one thing, like walking to the front door, then I'll think of something and stop everything and just think! About that one something... like I was doing right now.
"Lucy?"
And like I was still doing.
"Coming." I said walking into my replacement home.
"Aunt and Uncle back yet?" I asked.
"No, but follow me." Erza said walking up the stairs.
I shrugged and followed after her, my bag bounces against my back.
"How was your friend's house?" She asked.
"Cool, very... calming." I told her.
"Ah," Erza said and continued walking.
I've never been this deep down the hall before.
"Mom called me, told me to prevent you from entering the back room until everything was set up. The deliverymen finished moving things into here yesterday and all this morning I moved in your belongings. I called Mom and asked her if I could show you now since they weren't going to come home until tomorrow and they agreed." Erza said.
What the hell was she talking about?
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Erza giggled before twisting open a door handle.
"Welcome to your new room." Erza said.
My room? I took a step in feeling support under my footing. So I had carpet, no hard wood floors. That was good, I preferred to have carpet... wasn't there something I was wondering about carpets?
"Dad apologizes about the color, they didn't think you'd want to sleep in my room for another week so they could paint over it." Erza said.
And they were right.
"No, it's fine. I like... green." I said.
The room, is about the same size as Erza's, maybe a little smaller. There was brown carpeting on the floor and the walls were painted a dark green.
"It doesn't have a bathroom in it, but it does have a closet and a great view of the neighbor's house. Hahaha, that was a joke." Erza laughed.
I laughed for her convenience. I could live with the no bathroom thing, it wasn't a big deal. I took another step into my room and started staring around in amazement. The longer I was in here the longer I was loving it... that or because of the highness. It looked like-
"Mom decided on wooding furniture, the kind of tree looking ones, because this room always used to remind her of a forest." Erza said walking in with me.
That was it, a forest. The green was kind of a darker shade which reminded me of pine trees, I placed my hand on the wall and traced over it. Smooth, my fingers made a funny sound as they rubbed against it. The carpet looking like dirt, with my imagination I could already imagine the giant trees surrounding me with the twigs and fallen branches on the floor, breaking under my footing.
"Lucy?" Erza asked cautiously.
I was now spinning around, looking a full 360 degrees at my room. Against the wall I saw when you first walk in I had a desk with a matching green lantern on it and a chair beside it near my only window. On the left side there was a a dresser and mirror along with the closet; my closet doors were white, but it didn't really matter. On the right side was my bed which looked to be medium sized, I would guess queen, with blue blankets and pillow cases. A nightstand was next to it with a lamp and an alarm clock. I walked up and picked the alarm clock up, it was a blue birdie sitting on a tree branch, the tree stump said the time.
"I thought of that, wouldn't want you waking up late now." Erza said.
I smiled and placed it back where I found it. Turning back towards her I noticed the bookstand near the door, already filled to the brink with books. Getting a closer look at it I realized it was filled with books I liked.
"Mom and Dad went to storage to pick those up, they planned on taking you there to pick up other things you wanted for your room."
Finally I spoke.
"Come, lay with me." I said lying down on my bed. My bed.
It felt like Erza's; I sunk into it. Out the corner of my eyes I saw Erza shake her head before lying beside me. I gazed at her then up at my ceiling and gasped.
"Another week for painting, that's when I got the idea of using posters. I used up my allowance to buy several of the same one to post all over your ceiling." Erza said.
Tears ran out the corner of my eyes. The sky, I had the bright blue sky on every inch my ceiling. Puffy white clouds in an ever lasting blue sky.
"Thank you." I cried.
It made me feel something, for her to think of me like this, for her parents to take care of me out of the blue. For them to love me and welcome me in their family even though the last time I saw them was probably four or five years ago. I finally felt like I was wel- no, I finally felt like I could... stay here. That it was alright to live here, to be around family, to know that... they wouldn't just go die off on me.
"Hey? What's the matter?" Erza asked taking my hand.
I shook my head.
"It's just, very nice. Everything, I really appreciate what you and your family are doing for me Erza. It just... got to me right now." I told her sniffing.
"We're family! Of course we would do this for you! We would do more, we would have done more if we would have known that-... We are here for you Lucy. You aren't not alone, we're your family." Erza said.
I rolled over and looked at her, squeezing her hand tight.
"Thank you... do you mind lying here with me for a while longer?" I asked.
"Sure." Erza said stroking my head.
I smiled and closed my eyes, letting her soothe me to sleep. This was the downside to cocaine, when I really fell hard my emotions would come out. I would think about the things in life I normally wouldn't think of, I would realize things that I wouldn't realize. Sure I would act like my cruelself towards everyone but underneath that... I was just an orphan. When I'm high I can return to being my normal/happy self, when I'm sober I can be my bitter self, and when I'm down... I become my lonely self.
Because there are people in this world who enjoy being alone, but there isn't a single person who can bear solitude.
