"Well you can try to sink down deeply, and find the children lost at sea"

It took her a while to open her eyes. Everything had been muffled.

She was only able to remember glimpses of being carried into an ambulance; someone covering her mouth with something plastic; the word breathe, repeated over and over.

The feeling of dying.

Opening her eyes, everything was blurry. There was a blinding light and the sound of beeping coming from somewhere to her left. Tubes and wires were hooked up to her and when she tried to move, a sharp pain erupted from her side, so she promptly laid back down and looked around the room.

Sitting to her left was a table with a pitcher of water, a cup, and some flowers. Lucy's eyes widened as she stared at the water.

Sputtering like a crazy woman, Lucy looked at the water in awe.

Was this real? The amount of water was astounding. She hadn't seen this much water sitting in front of her in so long and Lucy currently felt like an animal ready to pounce. She actually had drool dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She proceeded to sit up and ignore the pain erupting from just about everywhere. Propping herself up, she grabbed the pitcher and cup and promptly poured so much water that some of it spilled on her bed-sheets. She didn't care though.

Her hands actually began to shake and she felt like she was smiling like an idiot as she brought the cup close to her mouth, but she stopped.

'It's probably a trick.' the voice inside her head stopped her suddenly. 'He never lets you drink water this easy,' it continued.

Lucy brought the cup down onto her lap and she glared at her hands at it in disgust. What if this was all some trick and she didn't escape? What if her mind finally snapped and she just created a whole new world?

She put the cup back, fearing the voice was right.

Looking away from the water, she examined the room. It looked like a classic hospital. Monitors were hooked up to her and everything was white- bed sheets, gown, curtains, chairs. She looked to her right to find a window, which was letting sunlight into her room. She took in a sharp gasp and she realized where she was.

Magnolia hospital.

Lucy felt tears prickle her eyes. So she was in her hometown. Lucy let out a shaky breath and smiled. Kids played around the fountain outside, which had dolphins jumping toward one another, waiting to hear news about family members and friends. She knew exactly how they must feel. Lucy was one of those kids, at the age of eight, while waiting to hear about her mother.

She really hoped her mind wasn't making any of this up.

She turned away from the window, fearing any possibilities of thinking about her mother.

The door to her room suddenly opened and a tall, angry, old woman with pink hair and a red looking robe walked in alongside a short, old man with a smile plastered on his face. "So you're finally awake" he happily commented, taking the seat next to her bed.

"And a good thing too, you've been knocked out for almost two weeks" the lady grumbled, looking over a few charts and marking things down. "How are you feeling, brat" she breathed, looking up with nothing but bitterness in her eyes, causing Lucy to flinch and sink into her bed. Why was this woman so angry with her? She doesn't remember doing anything to her, at all. Hell, she hasn't even met her before.

"Are you going to answer me?" She angrily sneered glaring, only causing Lucy to look away and grip the bed sheets in fear. Whenever he used that tone with her, it always followed with some sort of burst of anger and her crying in pain as he closed the entrance to where he kept her.

"Now, now Porlyusica. No need to be like that, she just woke up." the old man said, looking sternly at the said woman. She only sighed in response and turned toward Lucy.

"I'm sorry, I just hate seeing you young kids in here so much. I'm Porlyusica, your doctor. Now that you've woken up, how are your injuries feeling?" She asked, softer this time. The cold look never left, but Lucy could tell this woman was trying to coax Lucy into talking.

Lucy, opened her mouth and then proceeded to close it. She didn't know to react to seeing people. It'd been so long since she had actual interaction with people who were sane that she forgot how to talk.

No that wasn't right, she knew how to talk.

She just didn't know how to trust.

Realizing this, she gripped her sheets and looked the other way. How could she just trust these people? What if her mind made them up?

Shaking, she realized she was losing it. She was completely insane. Lucy just shot her eyes and hoped she'd wake up. 'Wake up, you're dreaming. Before he comes back, wake up' she pleaded with her body.

The woman made some sort of irritated sound and mumbled something about coming back later.

Lucy didn't open her eyes, now proceeding to pinch the skin on her arm. "Wake up" Lucy mumbled to herself.

"I can assure you, you aren't dreaming." The man suddenly stated from beside her. Lucy opened her eyes instantly and looked at him. "If you don't mind me asking, whats your name?" He questioned. His voice made her want to tell him. The way he seemed to really care about what she had to say.

"L-Lucy," she stated, voice raspy. Her eyes trailed back to the water. If she wasn't dreaming...

The man seemed to follow her eyes because he then picked up the cup and placed it in her hands. His small hands felt warm and comforting. "Here," he offered, giving her one of the most genuine smiles she had ever seen. Mumbling a thanks she quickly downed the water within two sips. By the time she pulled the cup away from her mouth, he had the pitcher in his hands ready to pour her some water, which she gratefully accepted.

Mavis, water never tasted so good before.

"Well, Lucy, it's nice to meet you." He stated, putting her cup and the pitcher back onto the table. "My name is Makarov and I'm the principle over at Fairy Tail High. Porlyusica likes to call me in whenever she can't identify a person, in hopes I will. Specifically teenagers." He continued.

Lucy only watched him.

"But I don't think I know you," he finished, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

When she didn't respond, he decided to continue talking. "Do you know where you are Lucy, or what happened to you?" he asked, patiently. Lucy looked at him, mentally punching herself for letting her fear show at his last question. "Dear, do you have a home?" He asked softly as she turned to look out the window.

Why couldn't she just tell him? He seemed like he really wanted to help her, but her voice seemed lost. This was her first interaction with someone who genuinely wanted to help her in the past four years, and she was letting it slip through her fingers.

"You don't have to speak," he suddenly said. She jerked her head up and looked at him confused. "You've probably been through something traumatic and I don't want you to relive it. There are some apartments by the school, if you don't have a home. You can gladly rent one, and I'll let you settle and find a job before you have to do any payments. Oh and I'll be enrolling you into my school." He stated as if she had no other choice. She just continued to watch him in bewilderment.

He started to get up and turned around to smile at her. "I'm going to leave you my information. Please do not hesitate to come and talk to me. I'll have Porlyusica help you figure things out when she releases you from the hospital," and with that he turned around and left, leaving a card on the table.

Lucy sat there dumbfounded. Maybe she wasn't going crazy... Maybe she could start over.

It was a few days after she woke up that she was released from the hospital. True to his word, Makarov set her up with an apartment and a quiet job to help her get started. He said that she didn't need to come to school right away, but he'd love it if she started soon.

The doctor had managed to get Lucy to talk about her injuries and she set her up with some medication to help with the pain. When Lucy confided that she was afraid she might no be able to sleep, she kindly helped Lucy to some sleep medication, which Lucy might not use, only because she didn't like taking pills. She also provided Lucy extra bandages and showed her how to change them every now and then. Porlyusica was also kind enough to give her some essentials, knowing Lucy was absolutely broke. She got some bathroom things and a few clothes. She had given her some money as well to get her standing on her feet. Despite the woman's hateful personality, she actually turned out to be quite nice.

She walked in to her new home and found it to be nice and cozy. It was high up in the building so the view from her window, which stretched from one end of the wall, to the other, showed her practically the entirety of Magnolia. It was just as crazy as she remembered it. Always full of life.

There was also a ledge protruding from the wall for her to sit on and watch the city at night. She liked that because it gave her the perfect opportunity to watch the stars at night. Thinking about watching the stars made Lucy's heart flutter a bit.

She took a walk around the apartment, finding a small but nice kitchen that faced what she presumed to be the living room. There was a couch and a table already set up for her, with a few blankets on the couch.

Lucy walked deeper into the apartment to find a bedroom and a bathroom. The bedroom had a small bed in the corner, a closet, and a dresser. It wasn't a massive room, but it wasn't small and Lucy found it to her liking.

She went back out into the living room and proceeded to lock the door and make sure all the windows in the apartment were sealed shut. It made her feel safer that way.

Finally entering the bathroom, her breath hitched and she flinched away as she looked in the mirror. This was the first time she had seen herself in years.

She was in her same tattered clothes that she had escaped in, mainly because she hadn't showered in so long- four years long- and she didn't want to get the new clothes dirty. Her skin was pale, and Lucy had bags under her sunken eyes. Yellow bruises outlined parts of her jaw and she had a bandages on her cheek and around her head. Her hair, which was filthy with blood and dirt reached her mid back.

She started to peel off her clothes and she stared at her frail body.

She was skinny. She could see her ribs and her side had a giant bandage to cover the many stitches that lined her side. Her upper right arm had also been bandaged along with her wrist, which she was told to keep covered at all costs.

There were bruises. Everywhere. Some looked fresh and others looked old. And when she turned around to stare at her back, she let out a pained gasp. There were scars all over her back, which she presumed to be whip marks. There were a lot of them. There were also a lot of times in which Lucy fought back. It looked as though some sort of animal had left long scratch marks on her.

Unable to look at herself any longer, she turned away from the mirror and began ripping the bandages off so she could start her shower. Lucy had begun shaking with anger, but mostly out of fear. Yet she refused to cry. She just wanted to move on. Letting herself cry would just be letting him win. No point in dwelling on something she can't fix.

Jumping in the shower, Lucy basked in the warmth and let the water wash away all the blood and dirt from her body. Using the shampoo and soap that was given to her, she began washing her body. She scrubbed every inch of herself, twice, and washed her hair a good three times. Letting her hair slip through her fingers, she marveled at how shiny it was compared to before. The blonde color of her hair actually shined unlike before when there was so much dirt and blood caked onto it.

Feeling a bit light headed, she decided to just sit in the shower and let the hot water hit her for a bit, before leaving the warm bath.

Resting her head on her knees and hugging them close, she stared at nothing in particular. Her mind flickered to images of her father.

What was he doing right now? Did he ever look for her when she went missing or did he continue to run the company like nothing ever happened?

'He probably didn't look for you' the voice suddenly said. 'You know he didn't.'

Lucy didn't even flinch at these words. She knew it was true. Her father kept her a secret from the world, homeschooling her and creating a prodigy for when someone needed to take over for the company. The only good thing about being locked away in that giant house was she advanced in her schooling and by the time she was twelve, she was studying college material.

Makes up for the lost time.

Turning the shower off, she got up and dried herself off with a towel.

Lucy walked into her room where she had placed the few clothes Porlyusica had given her along with the bandages.

Finishing the last of her bandages, she placed a small one over the cut on her cheek and went to go put her clothes on. A pair of black leggings and a large white shirt was what she ended up with along with some pretty nice fuzzy socks.

Walking out into the living room, she grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped herself up before sitting on the ledge. She leaned her back against the wall and smiled.

The stars were bright tonight.

Ack hello! I wanted to update ASAP! Wow okay first of all, I already have followers, which is something I sure did not expect for at least a couple more chapters so thank you thank you thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed my first chapter :) you guys rock.

As for Csenge: ;-; t-thank you :3 I promise not to keep you waiting too long for chapters!

Anyway I don't know what to say :o OH but the quote at the top of the chapter is from Daughters song/ lifeforms.

Anyway I hope everyone has a MARVELOUS day!

Edit: Yikes something happened when I uploaded this chapter, so sorry if it was deleted too many times or something xD

-Mad