Lucy's mother left her due to them finding her secret talent.
Now she lost a mom but gained a sister.
One who kills her slowly.
New tears.
New hurt
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
*AHHHHHHHHHH!*
I sit up in bed, panting. Sweat covers my forehead. Sighing, I roll over and close my eyes again. At least this time, I can't remember the dream.
I open my eyelids again.
Why did someone scream?
Lifting the pale and slightly bruised arms, I adjust to the dark.
Flicking the light on, I squint at the sudden change.
Bad habit.
After the worst is over, I look over to the calendar stuck onto my wall.
Huh.
Just one more day until my new start at Fairy Tail Academy.
Summer hell is almost over.
Hello school hell.
I plant my face down onto the white pillow and internally scream.
Still don't know why I woke up from a horrible noise.
I groan and look back to the dates.
Messy scribbles outline the box.
Minerva's waxing day
*WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING THAT THING!*
And cue the next 2 hours.
*HAVEN'T YOU EVER WAXED A GIRL? DO IT RIGHT WOMAN!*
Minerva always does her daily routine just before the new semester starts.
She's like the living devil itself.
I feel really sorry for the ones who have to deal with her.
All of the servants who work here deal with Minerva one way or another.
Capricorn gets constant screaming, shouts go to Leo(or Loke as he likes to be called), orders for Virgo, sneers to Aries, glares to Sagittarius that he always cringed from, heck, even Aquarius can't talk back to her anymore.
And me?
I get a special little gift.
She personally makes my living life hell times infinity.
We all get a little love from her.
Flashback-
I was stepping backwards, trying to move away from the group in front of me.
"Awwww. Look at her girls. Doesn't she seem so... I know! Disgusting?" they all giggled.
Minerva was behind all of them. Just so if they somehow got caught, then the others would take the blame.
They advanced more. My back was pressed up against the school wall.
"Look at this. It's so ugly!" my golden necklace was lifted by their dirty hands.
Metal snapped.
My heart and the little locket broke a little.
Yellow against gray concrete.
Blond against white.
They came up further.
"Look at the little loser. She's so disgusting. Why don't you do everyone here a favor and go DIE." they spat.
My face remained blank. This already happens every day. My normal routine.
'Learn'
Pain
Blank
Cry
My life doesn't have any other purpose. Everything that I ever loved is gone and ran away.
Maybe I really should go die. No one would ever even notice.
They would have just lost a play toy.
Words sank into my skin like knives. They kept coming closer.
"I can't believe you still stay here. Don't you know that no one ever looks at you?"
I do know. Students can barely glance at me without having a look of disgust written on their faces. A courtesy of my dear sister.
Here's another example. Teachers constantly send me to the counselor.
"Don't you have a life? But then again, you living is already a miracle. Giving you a life would be too generous."
More bullets.
After 10 more minutes, Minerva speaks up.
"Hey girls. I'm gonna go now. Can't be late for father. I'll see you guys tomorrow." she grinned and walked away.
"Bye Min."
"You go!"
"We'll do it."
And then she turns around one last time.
"Oh and keep her there a little longer."
They all start laughing.
A line of sluts block my view of the Minerva walking away.
One more hour Lucy. Then it'll be fine.
My heart slowly starts shattering. Piece by piece.
My body erupts with bruises from all over.
A hand connects with my cheek. Lips keep moving.
I stay quiet.
After the dark comes, the girls slink away into the shadows.
I stay still until the lingering traces of laughter disappear.
Then I slowly gather everything up.
Minerva purposely sent them after my report card today. It's all scruffed up and dirty. But she won't rip it up. Oh no. The girl know that our father seeing and responding to this paper will be enough for me.
I slowly start to stand.
A sigh of relief comes out. At least this time I can still walk.
There's just one last thing though.
I pick up the partly broken locket.
It flashed in the moonlight.
Using shaking hands, I open the necklace and push the small button.
A soothing sound comes out. The last thing I ever heard in person from mom.
The music sort of heals me a bit and I gain what little confidence I have left.
Picking the jewelry up, I slip it into my pocket and start to hobble home.
As I go past the city, there are families surrounding me everywhere. Dads hanging out with their children and friends laughing together.
Everything that I don't have.
A long jacket and jeans hide all of my body away. I look horrible.
People scoot away from me and send glances over.
They all run away.
Just a bit more.
The large door looms ahead. I limp in and set my shoes on the stairs.
After gathering enough strength, a noise comes out.
"I'm here." my voice calls softly.
"Come." a gruff voice answers.
I enter the dining room and stand at the doorway.
"Why are you so late?" he asks me with a glare.
"I was held up at school." I answer meekly.
He just sighs and doesn't question any further. My father already knows I get 'held up at school' a lot and now doesn't even care anymore.
Minerva hides her knowing smile by drinking some water.
"It's the end of the semester, isn't it?" dad says.
"Yes. We were given our report cards today." Minerva answers in a sickly sweet voice.
He smiles at her.
"Well, let me see them." and we both hand them over.
He looks at mine first.
Save the best for last, huh?
His nose crinkles up by looking at the paper.
"How hard is it to keep one card clean?"
My head sinks even lower.
He just stares at it for 2 seconds and looks at his other daughter next.
I know that this time I won't get more punishment.
All A's for the school year.
He then speaks up.
"Nice job Minerva. I'm very proud of you. Here's the money you wanted." and a thick bundle of cash comes.
It goes into her designer jeans.
"Lucy, you may leave."
I nod and go away.
My father acts like I'm no one and only speaks to me when needed.
The praise and glory always goes to my sister. I get the indifferent looks and orders to go away.
I've seen other dads who celebrate for every little thing that their children do right.
I get a celebration just by knowing no harsh lectures are going to be given.
And would you look at that.
He even forgot to give me dinner.
I go up to my attic. Another day without food.
My stomach grumbles. I just look out the window sadly.
There are smiles everywhere without me.
I just bring sadness.
Feet hurry up the stairs.
Tears start to come.
No. Just wait.
I know my servants are looking at my back sadly.
They've been with me for a long time. At least I have a couple of people who actually notice me without flinching.
I should be used to the rejection. But it doesn't get any easier. I always hope for something more.
And in return my life gives even less.
The door slams shut.
My back slides down.
The water droplets come out, staining my pale and bruised cheeks with wet marks.
Sobs echo throughout the room.
But no one can hear them.
No one ever cares about the loser.
More pain comes.
Another round of choking noises.
End-
I used to think that I could have a loving and wonderful sister. That life was always kind.
Life did nothing but bring heartbreak and sorrow to me. I don't think I remember what happiness is anymore.
Countless hours have been spent with me thinking about why this happened.
My father was broken, yes. But I was even more so.
He never noticed my eyelids were constantly red and puffy. He never noticed that a little girl just lost her mother.
And because of him.
I look exactly like my mom and I guess that was part of the reason.
But why did he have to get a replacement? You can't always fix everything with money and something new.
Minerva was the opposite.
The thing that reminded him least of her.
And he loved it. Nothing goes past without Minerva. Minerva got everything.
Including my life.
I know what he did though.
Some of my real friends had seen him.
Jude was walking in the city.
Thunder rumbled in the sky and lightning lit up the windows.
He saw an ad for his company.
'Heartfilia Muse. The best music you could ask for.'
Her memories stained the billboard sign.
Turn around.
That café where they used to go all the time.
Look away.
A smile and bubbling laughter.
Just stop.
And he finally did.
Right in front of an orphanage.
This was new.
There were no memories of her here.
Trying to escape the darkness, he walked inside.
"Hello. Would you like to adopt one of our children?" a hopeful looking woman walked up.
Jude just looked around.
"Yes."
No thinking involved.
There needed to be something to fill that empty hole.
Lucy wouldn't do. She reminded him too much of what he had lost.
The man looked around.
Children were everywhere. Laughing and smiling.
That wouldn't be good at all.
But one little girl crossed his mind.
A dark one with sleek, black, hair. She had a smirk on her face and seemed to rule above the rest.
Nothing like the golden aura he once knew.
"Who is that one?" he muttered.
"Her? She's Minerva."
Dark eyes met broken ones.
Everything went away when Layla ran.
Running far from her past.
And running from the one who needed her the most.
The one she was protecting.
The woman knew one thing.
She regretted ever leaving.
Turning around, the mother and wife looked back at the old life she once had.
Now she escaped that.
And went towards the future.
Tears came out.
Just hold them in.
Just hold the hurt in.
Jude never had Lucy work for him.
If her voice matched the haunting girl he loved, then what would happen?
Just don't take the risk.
And everyone moved on.
A family of separate people.
All with different pasts and different problems.
And now with opposite futures.
They've all had it hard.
But the music from that star says it all.
Nothing can be changed in the past.
So this golden-haired girl picked herself up.
And she starts on a new path.
One that will change them all.
Forever.
OK. Let me spell this out for you guys.
I waited 3 hours in a frickin LONG line to cross to border of Canada and the USA.
While waiting, I was typing this chapter.
What happened next, was I LOST THE FUCKIN 2000 WORDS.
Then I typed another 2 hours.
This day has not been one of my best and this chapter better not be either.
Review! I really need some cheering up time. REALLY NEED IT.
-SkyFairies