Chapter Nine

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Here's chapter nine :)

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I squeezed my eyes shut with tears streaming down my cheeks as Sting got up and put his clothes on. My body ached and I had a headache from crying so much. He had put my clothes back on when he was done, but I never moved or said a word. I could feel his cold gaze on my figure but I refused to look at him.

I refused to look at such a monster.

"See you Monday," he said with a chuckle and left the room, closing it behind him.

My breathing grew heavy at the stuffy room and I moved to get up, but the room was spinning and I felt dizzy, bumping into the nightstand next to the bed. I managed to stand up, but by then I was hyperventilating and I couldn't move, my chest aching with panic. Flashbacks of the incident replayed in my mind on repeat and I found myself sinking to the floor with my back pressed to the bed. My legs pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, trying to control my breathing. I tried to distract myself by thinking about my dad and how well he might be doing but my labored breaths continued for what felt like hours.

When I finally calmed down and my chest stopped hurting, I stretched out my legs on the floor and stared at the wall in front of me. I'm sure my dad will be pleased to know that my panic attacks are back.

After a few minutes of thinking and sitting there, I got up slowly. The urge to puke grew as the room continued to spin around me and I knew it was the alcohol and the medication mixing. How stupid can I be?

It probably took me about five minutes to make it to the door but I did and stepped out, the music blaring in my ears once again. People from my school were still dancing without a care in the world, oblivious to the events that took place right above them. I made my way down the stairs slowly, pausing after each step to gather my bearings.

I walked outside and headed straight for my car, glad that I managed to remember my keys and purse that was on the bedside table in the room. It's probably not a good idea to drive in my state, but I was far from drunk after only drinking one cup of vodka, and it was mixed with soda. The worst thing to happen would be getting dizzy during the drive but the clenching of my stomach had lessened considerably.

The drive on the way to the hospital was bearable. Nothing happened and I was completely safe. Now the only thing to do was report what happened and hopefully get Sting arrested. I had sobered up on the drive there since it was about an hour away, so I wouldn't get in trouble for underage drinking.

Well, I hope not.

I made my way inside and up to the receptionist who asked if I was there to see my dad. "I...I was r-raped." I flinched at the word and the woman's eyes widened, immediately assigning me a room and calling for the police and a nurse. I changed into my gown and put my clothes in a plastic bag as instructed. After sitting on the hospital bed, a nurse came in and led me to a room where she could assess the damage and take DNA samples.

It was a long and uncomfortable process, taking about three hours total. I was laying on the bed watching the news when a doctor came in with my dad in a wheelchair and an IV next to him. The doctor rolled him next to me and I immediately got up and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and didn't ask any questions, which I was thankful for.

Who knew I would feel even worse.

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I was slipping.

Dark thoughts clouded my mind as I lay on my bed, trying to fall asleep for school tomorrow. The events two nights ago left me in a daze and I just felt empty. Everything was being taken away from me and all I could do was stand by and watch. I was falling back into my dark place, and there was no one to help me out of it.

[A/N: If you go listen to Million Years Ago by Adele, it fits this really well :3]

I rolled over and took my leg out from under the covers so I could cool off. It was pretty hot in the house with the heat on, but thankfully my fan was helping. The phone started ringing and I groaned in annoyance, wondering who was calling at midnight.

I got up reluctantly and answered the phone, rubbing my eyes. "Hello?"

"Lucy Heartfilia?" The lady asked.

"This is she." I said slowly.

"This is Magnolia Hospital calling about your father."

My heart stopped. "W-What happened?" When she answered I dropped the phone in shock, my heart beating faster.

"N-No..."

He died.

He fucking died on their watch.

Anger coursed through me as I picked up the phone and hurled it to the opposite wall, making it break into pieces. I ripped the telephone cord at the wall and threw it on the ground, causing it to break as well. I flipped the table where the phone was placed on its side and the vase of flowers crashed onto the floor spilling water everywhere. I was yelling throughout my destruction with tears pouring down my face.

Collapsing on the floor in a sobbing mess, I curled myself into a ball and cried.

The lady told me his lungs filled with fluid, suffocating him from the inside. By the time they drained all of it, they were unable to revive him, his heart stopping completely.

Why does everybody leave me?

My mom left me when I was ten in a car crash, which was because of me, and I ended up being depressed for years.

Natsu left when everything was starting to look brighter, and it was because of me being so damaged.

And my dad left, because I wasn't there to help him.

Everybody leaves because of me.

What's wrong with me?

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Heavy chapter, huh?

This was kind of what I was talking about with the depression and angst, so don't say I didn't warn you.

I'll allow you guys to scream at me in your reviews, just try not to call me a bitch or anything xD

See you later, My Poptarts~