Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took me this long to update :P
It's just that with Christmas and all these festive things I haven't had much time to work on my fics.
Well, finally, I've managed to write the next chapter!
So enjoy!
Chapter 4: Discoveries
Lucy's POV
She could feel tears welling up in her eyes but she stayed strong, clenching her fists that rested on her chest.
"Lucy!" He had shouted in surprise as she burst through the doors.
She had just come to his room to do his hourly check up and change his bandages since she had forgot to change them earlier...But instead of finding the dark haired boy with a neutral expression just sitting there, on the verge of falling asleep, as she had expected. She had found him with blood dripping from his wounded wrist and a deep, dark sadness in his eyes.
She strode over to the teary eyed Gray, resting a hand on his cheek as a sign of comfort, "Oh Gray..." she whispered, truly saddened by his pain and suffering.
His dark blue orbs stared into her brown ones, both hurt and a little shock.
Tears had begun to stream down Lucy's creamy face, making small wet spots on Gray's shirt.
She clutched his shirt harshly, pulling at the fabric and sobbing into his chest.
"Why? Why do you do this to yourself? I know I have no right to ask you such as question since you barely even know me, but please, just tell me! I want to help you get better. It's my duty as a nurse!"
Gray's face darkened as he pulled more tissues from the box to place over his bleeding arm, "Well that's where you're wrong, Lucy. Because you do know me, or at least you used to. You knew me so well. So in actual fact, you do have a right to ask, because before I moved away, the two of us were best friends. But you forgot about me."
Knew me so well...
Best friends...
You forgot about me...
Lucy was having a hard time taking this in.
Sure the dark haired boy seemed familiar in some respect, but still...She didn't know him.
She had only just met him the other day.
"Look, I'm pretty sure that you're confusing me with someone else..." Lucy mumbled, unsure exactly of how to go about this unusual situation.
"No. I'm sure it's you. I even have photo's at home to prove it. You're Lucy Heartfillia, daughter of Jude and Layla Heartfillia. You and I grew up next door to each other for 2 years until your mum died and you moved away. The two of us were best friends during in that time and you don't even remember me. It hurts Lucy. It makes me feel so worthless knowing that my best friend from 5 years ago could just forget about me in an instant. You wanted to know why I do this to myself," He held up his bloody arm, pointing to it as he spoke, "Because I'm worth nothing. I shouldn't exist. All I do is cause people pain and suffering just be being near them. No one wants to know me, not even you. And I don't blame them. If I were them, I wouldn't want to know me either."
His eyes were stone cold and deadly serious. They bore into her chocolate brown orbs, full to the brim with self loathing.
"G-Gray...I don't remember..." She stuttered out, feeling completely awful about herself.
Had it been her fault that he cut himself tonight? Because she had caused him pain by not remembering him?
She was trying so hard to remember. Deep down she knew that Gray wouldn't lie to her. Perhaps this was because of the trust the two had built up back before she forgot who he was?
Maybe that was why he felt so familiar and warm and trustworthy?
But still, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't remember.
He had said that 5 years ago she had moved away because of her mother's death.
That was true. Everything he had listed about her was true.
So why couldn't she remember?
There was a massive gap in her memories.
She could remember moving to a new neighbourhood and being extremely excited. Then there was just nothing until she remembered the terrible sadness after she had moved away.
A whole 2 years seemed to be missing from her memory.
"Lucy..." Gray whispered, pulling her into a hug.
She gasped a little.
His arms were strong and held a firm grip around her body. The warmth emanating from him was enough to make her cheeks flush red.
She was still finding the time to be embarrassed, even in the mist of all this chaos.
"Gray, I don't remember anything from those two years. I can remember moving there, and how excited I was. But then I can remember moving away and being tremendously sad. Everything in between is blank."
Gray sighed, leaning back a little and pulling Lucy up onto the bed with him.
He touched her cheek gently before tucking a strand of soft blonde hair behind her ear, "Don't worry Lucy," he whispered into her ear, painting her cheeks a new shade of red, "I'll find a way to make you remember. No matter what, I'll find a way."
Lucy smiled into his chest as the pair laid there silently for a while, unmoving, just savouring this little moment of peace.
Gray's POV
Eventually Lucy had gotten up and fixed up his arm. She replaced his old and bloody bandages with new ones, gently wrapping his arm in the white cloth until his fresh cuts had been completely covered up.
She had also informed him that she would have to report this incident to one of the doctors here at the hospital.
Gray wasn't very happy about this but it was understandable to some extent.
After she'd finished up all her nurse stuff, the dark haired boy had expected her to go straight away to report his little 'incident'.
But instead, she surprised him by asking him if he could just stay by his side for a while.
This had shocked him a little but he quickly covered it up with a warm smile before patting the side of his bed for her to sit.
She complied easily as she down softly.
And then he surprised her by pulling her down to lay against his chest. This had made her gasp and even taint her cheeks the slightest shade of red.
But she soon relaxed as she lay on her side, curling up against his side and resting her head on his chest whilst Gray wrapped one arm around her shoulders and placed the other under his head for support.
It reminded him of a particular time 6 years ago, back when they were best friends, lived next door to each other and Lucy had been over at Gray's house.
Lucy had been 12 and Gray had been 13 years old.
The two of them had been watching some scary show on TV and Lucy had been terrified...
Gray was lying on one end of the couch and Lucy had been sitting beneath him on the floor.
Suddenly, a vicious murder had taken over the screen, blood dripping from his sickly smiling mouth.
Lucy had jumped and spun around, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.
Gray smirked, stifling his giggles as a terrified Lucy clung to him in fear, "You're not scared are you Luce?" he asked in a mocking tone.
"N-No..." she stuttered, biting her lip as she tried to stay strong.
Suddenly the TV began to scream at them as a young girl ran desperately across the TV screen in pure fear.
Lucy jumped, screaming as the murderer carved a deep cut into her arm.
"Ahh! Gray!" She cried out.
Gray's eyes softened as he lifted her little body up onto the couch to lie beside him.
He turned the TV off and laid back with his head propped up by a pillow and a small blonde girl curled up at his side with her head on his chest.
He placed an arm around her little shoulders lovingly.
Gray and Lucy had been friends for about a year now and even though the blonde was a bit of a cry-baby, Gray still liked hanging out with her.
She could be quite fun when she wanted to be.
"Gray?" Lucy was looking up at him with big brown eyes.
"Yeah?" Gray asked, tilting his head to look at her properly.
She was running a hand over the marks on his arm with a troubled expression, "Why did you do this to yourself?"
That was the first time Lucy had asked him about his cuts.
Back then there hadn't been any scars and his cuts weren't that deep, but they still bothered Lucy.
He sighed loudly as he tilted Lucy's face up to look at his own, turning her cheeks a soft shade of pink, "I'm fighting a battle, and some people may not think it's that hard, or that I have no reason to do this to myself...But Lucy...I feel worthless. I cause people pain when I don't even mean to. Everywhere I go I cause trouble. And I hate myself for that. Ur is dead because of me and now Lyon hates me for that. You see Lucy...Everyone hates me or forgets about me. It's always been liked this."
Gray didn't think he had given a very reasonable explanation but apparently, for Lucy, it was fine.
She gripped Gray's hand tightly, staring intensely into his dark blue orbs, "I promise Gray...I'll never hate you or forget about you!" She smiled warmly as she rested her head back down on his chest lightly.
Gray had been shocked at first but eventually she just smiled and tightened his grip around her shoulders, watching as the young girl fell asleep in his arms.
As sleep began to overwhelm him, he thought of how lucky he was to have a best friend like Lucy Heartfillia.
He finally let himself fall asleep alongside her, for once feeling that maybe, just maybe, things would be ok.
Gray woke suddenly.
Lucy was gone and light was shining through the curtains that were closed over the windows.
He must have fallen asleep whilst he was reminiscing about his time with Lucy.
Maybe it was true what they said about dreaming about whatever you fall asleep thinking about.
The dream about Lucy had been more like a memory fragment.
It was the exact scene from 6 years ago, a year after he had first met Lucy. And the first time Lucy had found out about his cuts.
He was surprised that she even knew that he'd done it one purpose.
But then again, Lucy was smart, a lot smarter than she let on.
Yet she had always had struggles with her memory.
Although, this didn't explain why a whole two years was missing from her memory. It was just too strange.
He had to find a way to get Lucy to remember. Maybe he would get Natsu to bring in some pictures? No...Gray didn't trust the pink haired boy with something like this.
"Ugh..." he mumbled, already dreading the events of today.
He had a psychiatrist's appointment today and then Jellal and his new girlfriend were coming to visit. This meant that he would have to pretend to be all lovely-dovey with Erza.
Oh, and then he would have to see Lucy in the afternoon. This was both good and bad.
Gray just wasn't mentally prepared for this. Not at all.
At least he only had week until he was discharged.
Although this meant that he only had a week to get Lucy to remember him.
If he could get her to remember then maybe things would be a little like what they used to be liked.
But if not then he would probably never see her again.
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Well there we go, chapter 4 is now done. Hope you enjoyed it and didn't think it was too horrible.
Oh, can I just say that Give me Love by Ed Sheeran is the most beautiful, lovely, perfect song ever? It was actually somehow so inspiring for this fic. I don't even know why.
Well, anyway...
Don't forget guys, to READ AND RERVIEW!
Thanks!
LW / Wonder-chan :)