The new child scared the workers of the Heartfilia Mansion.
He was always lurking about here and there. They never would be able to pinpoint exactly where he was, surprising them when he appeared out of nowhere right next to them or around the corner.
The maids and butlers had it bad, but it couldn't hold a candle to the cooks. Once in a while, they would find him appear from thin air and be rummaging around in the fridge or poke them from behind, scaring the lights out of them and leading to a hazardous commotion in the kitchen. Not only were they scared out of their skins, a few would obtain minor injuries once in a while.
No one seemed to know where the boy came from and it scared them more when they looked into his eyes. Those steel blue eyes always shot straight through them and they always wondered how they didn't feel it when they didn't see him.
The most concerning thing about him, though, was that he was seen with the young Lucy-sama and that made many of them feel as if they needed to make sure he wasn't with their beloved Lucy-ojou whenever they could.
Like that one time:
"L-Lucy-sama, your mother has called for you!"
And that other time:
"Niyol-s-san, we would like you to come and try your new clothes on!"
And the one time when he asked where she was:
"Lucy-sama? She's over in the din- I mean, the music room."
...
Claec was irritated, but understanding. The workers here seemed to dislike her, thought she was a he (didn't really care about that part), and seriously had something against her being around Lucy. At first, it was all fun and games, she didn't even know why they were so protective of her. So she did the funniest thing she thought she could do.
She riled them up by being as close to the oblivious Lucy as she could when they were around, which lead them to quickly interfering, faces red.
It was fun at first. Seeing them so worked up was funny.. at least until they were getting faster and faster every time with their escapades. It wasn't fun anymore and she was keeping her distance, so why were they still going with this... why are they still doing this? Why are they still becoming more and more frequent?
Why were they being so mean?
She kept her face blank as Lucy apologized, telling her not to worry as she was dragged off by the maids, one of them being ruthless enough to give the broken child a dirty look.
Then she realized what was going on.
They saw her as a monster.
They didn't want her to be near someone they cared for.
They didn't want her near Lucy because she's a fucking monster.
She watched as they left, the door slowly closing shut with a soft 'click'.
She watched as Lucy was taken away from her because of who she was.
It was her own fault she was alone again... and she didn't like it.
...A Year Later...
She ran quickly through the forest, trying to forget what had just occured. She didn't like it. She loathed this. She didn't want this to happen. Especially not to her.
Especially not to Layla. Not to her. Not to Lucy. Not to Jude.
When she had first appeared, a few days afterwards, Layla had begun to fall sick. She didn't want Lucy and her to find out, so she hid it from them, keeping a bright smile to them, a smile that reached her eyes. It didn't fool her. Neither did it fool obliviously innocent Lucy. They had seen the pain in her eyes as she moved, the delicate coughs that she would hide. Claec once smelled a rough, iron-copper smell from the woman's palm as she hid it. She didn't say anything, not wanting to worry Layla with her knowledge or Lucy, who didn't know how quickly her mother had been deteriorating.
She was the one who helped her and let her stay with them at Lucy's request. She was nice to her, her suspicion of her subsiding after a few days and actually seeing her interact with Lucy. The one who was like her mother. The one Lucy loved and admired so dearly.
She was everything to her next to Lucy and Jude.
Her husband. Oh, her poor husband. He was such a nice man, that Jude. He had let her stay with them, being similar to a father figure to her as well. He would be there as they went on picnics and have family dinners in the large dining room, sometimes escaping finished work as he played with the three girls. He was so kind-hearted, so bright, just like his wife and his daughter, who also shined radiantly. They were a family of stars.
On the day of her death, on the day of her funeral, he had not lashed out once at her or Lucy, instead opting to locking himself up in his room as he turned into a workaholic, trying to get his passed wife off of his mind. He didn't even acknowledge Lucy was a child, acting as if she was an adult and having a shorter temper.
Lucy hadn't been the same either. She had become reclusive, not coming out much. Claec had tried to cheer her up, to coax her out of her room once in a while, but every time she did, she would say she didn't feel well her and send her off with a pained smile. She tried to make her laugh, but all she did was hurt her further.
This time, she had tried desperately, telling her that she'd drag her out by the hair and tie her to a tree if she didn't come. Lucy, it seemed, had enough of her coming daily to get her to come out. Yelling and crying, fat tears falling down her face as she yelled at the girl in front of her. She had grown to become even taller than Lucy, adding to the height difference to have Lucy only come to her chest, rather than her shoulders.
Lucy yelled, screamed, cried, and sobbed. Her throat had, no doubt, been getting sore, but she didn't stop. Instead, the beautiful child fell to her knees and screamed at her to go away. To never come back to her again. She cursed her being and told her to give her mother back to her. At that moment in time, Claec, a child who thought she had changed from a monster to something human, had come to find that she never changed.
She'd brought misfortune to the one family who had brought her back. Her throat had felt dry, nearly closing off her vocal chords.
"I'm sorry," The two words she never thought she'd say to the girl in front of her, the one miracle in her life, had turned on her. But even her, even the girl who had gently put out her hand for her, the one angel and the light in her life had turned on her. Her breath caught in her constricted throat.
She needed to leave. Now.
That was all she knew.
She didn't even notice the very few tear that had littered the floor in front of Lucy before she walked off before the maid had come.
And she sure as hell didn't notice that Lucy had heard the drops of her tears, nor that she had never meant what she said.
...
Her legs were getting tired, but she kept running.
Her legs were getting numb, but she never stopped, instead speeding up her pace.
Her legs were cut up and her feet had given up on her, forcing her to fall forwards.
She didn't even try to stop the momentum pulling her down, opting to fall flat on her face.
No one was nearby, just a bunch of trees and wild animals.
She didn't care that she would die here. She didn't care of the pain that would come with it. She had betrayed her people, the ones that had trusted her so dearly, the ones who gave her a reason to live, the ones who wished for her to stay. She'd giver her everything.
And she'd betrayed them by breaking them, tearing them apart.
She didn't care about anything anymore. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
She didn't care that she was covered in dirt, scrapes, bruises, scratches, and that everything hurt. She didn't care that rain started to pour down from the sky, She didn't care she was getting cold as her hair was starting to mat down on her face. She didn't care she was shivering, that she was starving or that her aching muscles were useless as lactic acid had filled them up.
Her eyes showed was she felt, though much colder than before. She was just... Blank.
Her eyelids started to feel heavy as she stayed facedown on the floor, feeling a bug stop and land on her to rest their wings.
She didn't care, so what was the point of living? What was the point of her existence?
There was no point of anything, she concluded, eyelashes fluttering down to close and conceal her soul-shattering eyes,
At least now people wouldn't have to deal with a monster.
She would be gone from this would and would no longer be useless baggage that got people who carried her hurt... so that people wouldn't be killed from their kindness.
'I'm sorry'
The world's had enough of her... and so has she.
Ryuu: Sorry for the short chapter guys. Promise the next one will be longer... hopefully less madness for Claec.
SoBB: Not very likely. I'll make sure of that. *evil grin*
Ryuu: I don't think so you sadist.
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