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When I woke up, I couldn't see out of my right eye, and I could barely see out of my left eye. My face hurt like hell. I tried to move, but couldn't. My left hand was handcuffed to something above me. I tried to feel around and felt a knob.

The storage closet.

Great… Just fucking great.

I can't talk to Jellal, I can't even go to school, and I can't even take the glass out of my face. Not to mention that I'll be very hungry and thirsty when I get out… If I get out.

I let out a slight moan of pain, using my right hand to feel my face. I tried to shift into a slightly more comfortable position. It didn't work. Why the hell couldn't I be at Jellal's? Or anywhere but at home?

Suddenly I was pulled backwards as the door - that of which my hand was handcuffed to - was opened. I yelped in surprise.

"Oh, you're up. I figured it's been a few days, so you should probably be hydrated," my father grumbled. He tossed a bottle of water onto the floor in front of me then shut the door, shoving me forward again. I gasped in pain as my face hit my knee.

I reached forward and grabbed the bottle of water. I had to take the cap off using my teeth, and I chugged the water right away.

I've been unconscious for a few days already? It must be the weekend then...

I wonder what Jellal thought when I didn't show up for school...

"Why...?" I whispered to myself, "Why me?"

Tears rolled out of my eyes, stinging my wounds. I whimpered in pain.

I'm not sure how long I was in the storage closet. My father had given me food and water occasionally, but I got nothing to help the pain.

When my father did let me out, it was because he wanted me to cook. I checked to see what month it was while I was cooking. It was November second. It had been a little over a month. My wounds were likely infected - not to mention that they still had glass in them.

As soon as I finished cooking, I served the food to my father then went to the bathroom to look at my wounds. I still couldn't see out of my right eye though. My face was swollen, and I could just barely see some bits of glass.

I shakily went to my father's room and knocked on the door, "F-Father? I-is it okay if I go see a doctor? I'll be able to w-work better. I-I won't t-tell them th-the truth on what happened."

"Then what will you say?" he questioned, calling back.

"I'll tell them I got in a fight with some old friends of mine and things got way out of hand," I responded.

"Fine," he responded, opening the door, "I'll drive you over to the doctors office."

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Well, let's go." he passed me, heading down the stairs. I quickly followed him. As we went outside, I was surprised to feel the cool air on my skin, only reminding me how long it had been. We headed over to some doctor's office I'd never seen before, a small brick building in the middle of nowhere. Sketchy as it was, I wasn't going to complain.

My father talked to someone at the front desk while I sat in a small chair in the corner. It wasn't long until I was led into a back room by some lady.

"Erza, correct?" she asked.

I nodded, "That's me."

She nodded, "Now then, please take a seat, while I look at your wounds. Do they hurt or did you take something already?"

I sat down and replied, "They hurt, I haven't taken anything yet."

"Oh," she looked surprised, "I'll quickly get you something then."

She left the room and returned with some pills and a glass of water. I swallowed the pills without touching the water. I looked to the lady expectantly.

"This'll hurt a bit as I take some glass out," she warned me, "It looks like you got a bit there…"

I nodded, preventing myself from saying 'I know'. I closed my eyes as she prodded at my wounds with what seemed to be a tweezers. Sitting on my hands to stop myself from lashing out, I felt glass shards come sliding out of my face. Many were against my right eye, which I could barely feel anymore.

At some point she wiped my face off with a damp towel, making me flinch, before she continued. I must've had a lot of blood on my face, huh. A bit afterwards she stopped pulling glass out.

"There, I think that's the last of the glass. Do you feel anymore?" she asked.

I shook my head, "No."

"Good, just checking." she nodded, "Now for some worse news… I'm afraid you're going to need an artificial eye…"

"Oh..." I mumbled, "Okay..."

"Yes, I can recommend a few nice places you can go, but otherwise I can't help with that. I will however need to stitch up a few of your gashes…"

"Alright," I nodded.

She pricked me with something, which alleviated any pain that I would've felt. It took almost an hour before she was done. By then, the painkiller was starting to wear off. I winced as she finished the final stitch.

"That's all of the cut's taken care of." she sighed in exhaustion, "That's all I can do for you. I recommend you take painkillers for a while. Make sure you take out the stitches in about a week. As for your eye, I'll tell your father a few places you guys can go, okay?"

"Okay, thank you," I smiled. Soon after, I was on my way as my father talked to the doctor. They didn't talk long. We were on our way in minutes.

"For your eye," Father said while we were heading home, "I know a few places we can go, but for now you'll have to live without it. I can't afford surgery at the moment. Maybe after my next paycheck."

"Alright..." I mumbled.

"I expect food soon," he said as we pulled up to the driveway.

"I'll start making food as soon as I get inside and to the kitchen," I responded with a nod. As soon as I was in the house, I went straight to the kitchen to make some food.

When I finished cooking and I gave Father his food, I went upstairs to my room. Thankfully, my phone was where I last had it. When I looked at it, it had quite a few messages from Jellal. I decided it would be polite to text him back.

Hey Jellal. Just thought I'd tell you that I'm okay.

Only moments later, he responded.

Beep! Be-

Open Close

I immediately opened the message.

Oh thank God you're okay! Why didn't you respond to my messages?

I quickly typed a reply.

Sorry. It's a bit complicated. I can't really explain it. Anyways, I won't be attending school anymore. Sorry I couldn't email our project to you.

Bee-

Quit apologizing. I'm just so fucking glad you're okay.

I typed another reply.

Okay is one way you could describe it...

B-

Oh God... What happened?

I winced, feeling bad for him. He hadn't heard from me in a month, and now I'm telling him I'm not necessarily okay.

Um... Well... I'm going to need surgery when my father gets paid again.

Beep! B-

What?! Erza, what the hell did he do to you?

Flinching, I typed yet another response.

It had to do with glass and being trapped in a closet for a month.

Bee-

Erza... I'm sorry I couldn't get them to believe your father hurt you. They said there wasn't proof.

I quickly typed a response.

Don't worry about it. If I couldn't convince them, then I didn't expect you to be able to. I have to go now before my father gets pissed off about my phone beeping. Sorry. I don't think I'll be able to see you anytime soon either. I have to stay in the house from now on.

He didn't respond - likely because he didn't want to get me in trouble - but I wasn't sure. I tossed my phone to the side and sighed.

Jellal... I'm so sorry.

I let him get too involved. I should've just plainly refused to be his Science partner, and I would've never gone to his house. He also probably wouldn't even be associated with me. He'd be better off without me.

Since I had nothing to do, I went to bed early. At least I could sleep comfortably now.

"Guys, please believe me! I'm not making it up! Simon actually di-"

"Shut up, Erza. You shouldn't make up lies because he cheated on you," somebody retorted coldly before I could even finish speaking.

Why won't they believe me?

The person and his friend walked away, and I stood there, stunned. How could they not believe me? They're believing whatever Simon tells them… People who used to be my friends… They… They just left me, thinking I was lying. I'm not.

After that, whenever there was a new person at the school, I'd hear the occasional whispers of, 'stay away from her; she's a slut'.

No matter what I said, they wouldn't believe me. At all. Not one person.

I flinched awake and stared wide eyed at my ceiling.

Why did I have to think of that now?

I carefully crawled out of bed and to my backpack, where my computer surprisingly still was. I opened the computer and made myself comfortable on the floor. Since I likely wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I decided to go on Fairy Chat. Glancing at the time as I logged in, I noticed it was 2:00am, so it was unlikely that my friends were on. To my surprise, Jellal was.

Needless to say, he had already PM'ed me. I opened the message right away.

Spacenerd84: You're on! At this time of night?

SwordSlash01: Yeah… I'm on… I woke up not too long ago and couldn't fall asleep again. Why are you on? It's late… You should be sleeping.

Spacenerd84: I couldn't sleep to put it simply. I'll deal with my exhaustion in the morning. How are you?

SwordSlash01: I'm fine. How are you?

Spacenerd84: Meh. Tired.

SwordSlash01: Well… It is like two in the morning… :-)

Spacenerd84: Still can't sleep.

SwordSlash01: Yeah… I fell asleep earlier, so I'm not as tired. It would still be nice to be sleeping though.

Spacenerd84: True. Oh, don't worry about the project by the way. I had put it on my computer too at some point, and we were almost done anyways.

SwordSlash01: Okay. Did you get a good grade on it?

Spacenerd84: We got an A-, although Minerva curved the grades, so we aced it! :-)

SwordSlash01: Yay! :-)

Spacenerd84: So… Why do you need surgery?

SwordSlash01: Uh… That's sort of a long story…

Spacenerd84: I've got time.

Well fuck. I guess I have to explain now, don't I?

SwordSlash01: Oh… Right… Well, I uh may or may not have gotten a beer bottle chucked at my face when I wouldn't tell my father the truth.

SwordSlash01: Wait… First I got punched in the face, then I had a beer bottle chucked at my face. After that, I got punched again… Then my face was smashed against a table.

SwordSlash01: The next thing I knew, I was locked in a closet.

SpaceNerd84: Wow. Holy shit. Still, that doesn't explain surgery…

SwordSlash01: Right… Surgery… Um, well I had glass embedded in my face for a month straight, and my wounds got really infected. So now… Uh…

SpaceNerd84: Ouch! My god. That oughta hurt. Where do you need surgery?

I was trying to avoid that… Dammit!

SwordSlash01: I need an artificial eye...

SpaceNerd84: What?!

SpaceNerd84: 'I'm fine.' she says, 'I need an artificial eye' she says…

SwordSlash01: So I may have bent the truth a little bit…

SpaceNerd84: A bit.

SwordSlash01: A lot.

SpaceNerd84: A lot.

SwordSlash01: I didn't want you to worry…

SpaceNerd84: Fuck that. Too late for me not to worry. You disappeared off the face of the Earth for a month…

SwordSlash01: Right… But at least my father let me see a doctor about my wounds. It could be worse.

SpaceNerd84: It could be better.

SwordSlash01: Yeah, but it's not.

SpaceNerd84:

Couldn't Jellal just face the fact that I'd never be free of this hell? It would never get better, and I will always have another injury. That's just how my life is.

SwordSlash01: How has school been?

SpaceNerd84: It's been fine, I guess.

SwordSlash01: -_- How has school been?

SpaceNerd84: Fine.

SwordSlash01: Liar. -_-

SpaceNerd84: It's been as good as school has ever been, honestly.

SwordSlash01: So… Annoying as fuck?

SpaceNerd84: Yeah.

That was not the truth. Nope. I glared at my computer screen.

SwordSlash01: You're not being honest, are you?

SpaceNerd84: Fine. School has been fucking terrible. Besides various bullying, people are talking shit about you. Most everyone assumes you killed yourself. Some are saying good riddance, and that's why somebody got a black eye and concussion, and it's also why I'm suspended for a while.

SwordSlash01:

He got suspended…?

He was supposed to stay out of trouble. Who cares if people are talking shit about me? Right? Yeah…

Oh wait… I care.

Why the fuck would they just assume I killed myself though?

SpaceNerd84: Sorry, Erza.

SwordSlash01: Shut up. I don't care, okay? I was just hoping to keep you out of trouble, but don't you dare apologize for the fucking people at school being assholes.

SpaceNerd84: You shouldn't worry about keeping me out of trouble.

SwordSlash01: I don't care if I shouldn't; I'm going to anyways.

SpaceNerd84: Oh…

I sighed and glanced at my bedroom door.

SwordSlash01: I wish I could be with you right now…

SpaceNerd84: I wish you were here too...

SwordSlash01: I miss you… I actually kind of wish I could go to school. Just to see you. I don't care about anyone else. Just you. It would be nice to see your parents too. This sucks…

It would be nice to run away again. The only thing stopping me was that I had nowhere to go, and I wouldn't have the money for surgery. I couldn't go to Jellal's house - as much as I wanted to - the police would look there first since that's where I was before.

SpaceNerd84: Maybe one day…

SwordSlash01: Can that day be tomorrow? I've already gone a month without seeing you… :-/

SpaceNerd84: No complaints here.

SwordSlash01: I'm sure there'd be complaints from a certain someone that's sleeping a few rooms down the hall right now though…

SpaceNerd84: Right… He shouldn't exist.

SwordSlash01: My thoughts exactly. Or why can't he have a job whereas he needs to go on business trips or something? Then I'd be able to see you.

SpaceNerd84: If only…

I glanced at my bedroom door again. It was very tempting to go visit Jellal, but if I got caught, there's a good chance father would refuse to pay for my surgery. Not to mention other consequences…

SpaceNerd84: Shit. I have to go to bed. Mom woke up for work and…

SpaceNerd84: Did you know it's 4:00am?

SpaceNerd84: Goodnight!

SwordSlash01: Oh shit. It's 4:00am… Goodnight!


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