I didn't know what was wrong when I was sick. It has been years since the attack and I still don't know what was wrong with me when I was sick. I turn around to walk home and I start to feel dizzy. I walk on the sidewalk unbalanced. I walk passed the Wilcan's and the Avery's.
I stop in front of Levy's house. She's home but doesn't know that I'm in front of her house. I feel even more dizzy then I did before. I look at Levy's bedroom window and I see her looking out. She is outside and by my side before my breathe comes out.
"I feel like I'm going to pass out," I tell Levy. She says, "Come and lay down on the grass before you fall on your head. I'm going to call your dad." She dials my dad's number quickly and tells him about how it has happened again. Then suddenly I'm out.
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When Levy and Erza were a crack from closing the door on there way out, I coughed so loud that they were so frightened for my life they came running in. After I heard them running inside my eyes shut and I don't know what happened after that. When I awoke my dad was sitting in the rocking chair that is in the left corner next to the television stand. I couldn't sit up my muscles were to tired. My dad noticed I was awake and came and helped me sit up.
I didn't notice Erza and Levy sitting at the kitchen table until my dad glanced in there direction. I turned my head around slowly because my muscles are tired and hurt. They stared at me with an expression that I haven't seen before. What expression was it? My dad is still right next to me holding my hand with one hand and putting one on my back so he can get me to stand up.
I still feel dizzy but not like the last time. "How long was I out for," I ask. My dad replies, "You were out for 3 days. Lucy, you need to eat something." I sat down in between Levy and Erza and ate a biscuit with butter. My dizziness is getting worse.
I lean up against Levy. She starts to move her arm so she can support me. My dad then walks over and picks me up. One arm around my neck and back and the other under my knees. He walks over to the couch and sets me down gently.
I sit up without any help and look my dad directly in the eyes. His facial expression calm like he's done and been through this before. He then sighs and says, "Well If you're giving me that glare that means you want an explanation. I'm sorry I have to disappoint you, but I have an explanation you're just not old enough. I promised someone close to my heart that I wouldn't tell you until you're 14." That person close to his heart must be mom. I stop the glare and start wondering why would mom have him promise this if she knew this was going to happen.