THIS IS A DIFF STORY! i JUST WANTED TO SEE IF YOU'D LIKE THE IDEA! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HT&SB!
Unedited (as always.)
The wind was just nice.
The sun was just right.
Everything was perfect in her imperfect world at this moment.
Her hands shook slightly by her sides, causing her to fist them together—and occasionally dry the sweat. Her mouth was dry, and her heart beat was erratic. It felt as if she'd just run from one continent to the other, nonstop. Her lungs seemed as though they could never get enough of the polluted oxygen that lied in the air. As if a ball filled with millions on millions of spikes was lodged in her trachea.
Her nose stung with the waterfall that ran down her face. In her head was a world filled with darkness. A room with no light. A labyrinth with no exit. A hall of mirrors that pointed to her demons. A conference table in which she sat idly around, as the others made her choices for her. Her mind wasn't her own, it was simply something she claimed for another.
For The Demon—as she called it.
The Demon was a voice in the back of her head, one that would tell her what to do. It made her feel worthless, and hopeless. The Demon was a monster—a demon that played with her. No—it was worse than that. A fucking devil that played her like a fiddle. One that'd call its friends over in the back of Lucy's head as they sat and laughed—controlling every action she made.
The Demon looked exactly like her.
Yet, instead of looking as polished as Lucy always did—it was bloody. It looked as though it bathed in blood twice per day and never washed it off. Her long hair that people adored—one that she abhorred; was matted with streaks of red, staining her once sunny blonde hair. The eyes that reminded people of a good bar of milk chocolate, the eyes that always seemed empty—were filled with malice. The nose that her mom had once called a 'bunny-nose' was crooked—to the point where it didn't lie in the middle of its nose. Then one would be foolish to not notice the large scar that ran in the middle of its body. And the arms that were bent backwards. Legs that had the feet set in a new formation.
It looked like a disfigured her.
It looked just the way she did on the day of the accident—just seven years older.
Lucy's body swayed slightly as the wind shook it. The Demon screamed at her.
Do it! You're not needed, nobody wants you here! It's scratchy—hiss like voice yelled.
But...I-I-I don't want to die!
Well, who are you helping by staying alive? Your father can barely stand to look at you—let alone talk to you.
Lucy's tears sped up, as she realized that it was true. Ever since that day her father had been ashamed to look at her. For every time he did he saw his wife—the woman he'd loved the most. And it was her fault that she was gone.
M-Mrs. Spetto said—
That you shouldn't listen to me? That the accident wasn't your fault? That you should live? Lies, lies, lies! It screeched, running around Lucy's mind and punching ferociously at the wall—causing a loud headache to boom through her. She said that you weren't at fault for what happened. But, we all know it's true. Your father does. You do. And hell, so does your mother!
I-I...maybe that's true. But Mom wouldn't want me to die she—
Do you wanna see her? A lob sided grin stretch on its face, a cackle slipping out.
More than anything! Lucy yelled back. Life and death was a matter that had confused her—one minute she'd want to live and the other she'd want to die. But, one thing she knew for sure was the fact that she'd do anything to see her mom just once again. To hear her sweet melodic voice, one that soothed her worries and fears.
Then jump, jump and you'll see her! She's waiting for you, waiting for you to come! She screams for you—begs for you, so jump!
A gasp left Lucy's lips as she pondered over what it said. If she jumped she'd be able to see the one person that truly loved her. The one person she could count on—her hero. Her mom. Her best friend. If she jumped her father wouldn't have to deal with the pain of seeing her every day—the pain of her being a constant reminder that the person that he'd given everything to was never coming back. She was the one reminder of that.
If she left Mrs. Spetto wouldn't be so insistent on working more—even though she has a frail body at fifty-four. If she jumped Aquarius wouldn't have to keep skipping dates with her boyfriend just to see her. If she left Virgo could...Virgo could quit. If she left...everyone would be happy. If she left...she'd be happy.
If she left...
Lucy's foot skids backwards as she takes one last look at the school roof. The roof she'd always sneak on during the night to get the best views of the stars. The roof where she met Jory the school janitor. This was it. This was goodbye.
Her other foot slips off.
Her body tilts backwards, with a close of her eyes.
And she's falling.
Falling to make the ones she cares for happy.
Falling to see her mother.
Falling to get rid of the ache she always feels.
Natsu groaned at the crack of his bones. Fuck student council. I'm never coming to another stupid ass meeting on some stupid shit. Erza had held a meeting on the excess of littering in the school. Please he couldn't give a damn about that irrelevant stuff.
Throwing his empty chip bag on the courtyard, he smirks. Choke on my shit Erza.
As the president of the student council he had too much work. He legit couldn't give a fuck about what was going on at the school—and he knows for sure that Erza is the only one that actually gives a shit about the student council out of everyone else. He then frowns as he remembers how the student body chose an ice cream booth for their spring fair. Bitch please I wear the fucking crown—and I want a goddamn hot chocolate booth.
Running his hands through his thick pink locks, he loosens his tie as a yawn ripples through him. He stretches his neck until a satisfying pop is hears. Then he stretches his arms until another satisfying—
"What the fuck!"
A shift of weight occurs in his arms. Causing him to grip whatever fell on them.
Lying in his arms is the body of a woman. Fresh tears stain her cheeks, and Natsu can't help but glare at her. Fuck my life, now it's raining blondes? Then a sudden thought occurs to him, the school was empty seeing as how everyone left but him—because of a stupid bitch named Erza. So, no one could've pushed her off wherever the fuck she fell from—which was probably the school roof. So that leaves one option.
She jumped.
Natsu's eyes widen.
Oh fuck my life again, now I'm dealing with a suicidal chick?
So, i haven't updated in like forever. But, i'm still working on that chapter - lol. Not lol. Idk lol. ANYWAYS, i was thinking about a story i could do after i finished this one and so this idea suddenly struck me and it's called Suicidal Chick. Here's the blurb:
After a traumatic occurance Lucy Heartfilia develops Schizophrenia. Dying was supposed to be her escape - her heaven. But, no. The pink haired boy whom caught her made sure she stayed in her hell. The world of the living. After a sudden change in mind Lucy decides to fight off her the demon in her head and grow strong. So, in the process of becoming strong she finds out the idols of the school - the student council is actually filled with killers. Oh, and just a heads up certain accidents may lead her into falling for the biggest whore in Magnolia - the president of the student council.
"Brains are for smart asses, brawns are for dumbasses. But together, they give you a whole 'nother level of asses - the badasses." -Natsu Dragneel
"Sometimes i wonder if my sole purpose in life is to hurt." -Lucy Heartfilia
Soooo did ya like? Tell meeee, cuz if you didn't i'll stop.
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JK! I'll keep writing this (maybe), and i decided to push Dear Journal off until i have a goal for that story - so this here is your next story, and you're welcome for the prologue!