Save Me From This Game (NaLu Fanfiction)

Lucy's Past

Wow everyone! First of all i want to thank you for 50+ followers! I know its not a lot, but it is for me lol. Anyways, please enjoy the first chapter!

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Lucys Pov.

I was young and stupid, I did not know what else to do, who else to turn to...

I had read online that people do this to relive pain, that their blood running down their arm makes them feel happy, happy to be ending it slowly. And boy were they right. It was my first time, it kinda hurt, but the feeling of pain soothed me a bit. I liked it, I regretted it, but I liked it. I kept cutting deeper and deeper into my skin, making me wench in pain, but that did not bother me. What bothered me the most was the thought of people seeing me do this, seeing the scars left on my arm. But I continued anyways.

"Lucy. Get your ass down here." I herd my mom say with fury in her voice outside of my door. 

"C-Crap!" I thought looking down at the mess I've made. "What am I going to do!? Ill never get cleaned up in time before she starts kicking on my door!" 

And I was right. Seconds later she started kicking the door and repeatedly shouting "OPEN UP BRAT!" I had no choice. I had to open it or all hell would break loose. 

I got up from the side of my bed. Slowly walked towards my door. And reveled the shocking sight right to my mother. Her dropping her beer and tears coming to her eyes. She drops to her knees and grips my shoulders. I start crying, bawling my eyes out even. "Am I that bad of a mother?" she says. I hug her and she hugs back. "Its okay mommy."

"Im better now..."

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Its been 5 years since then, and my family life has been better. My mother watching close over me, making sure I return safe. And with my Father always at work, I barely get to see him, but he comes by here and there. And thats okay. My mothers happy, she's better. My fathers happy, he's great. But me, not so much. 

You see, with my mother in the hospital recovering from the plane crash 2 years ago... When I say she's  watching close over me and making I return home safe, I mean all she can do is call everyday. I do visit her every so often, but its hard these days. See, I have multiple names. For the boys its "Baby girl" and for the girls its "slut" or hurtful things like that. At first, the names hurt me, but after time I just learned to ignore it and the girls don't phase me anymore. They drag me to the the back of the school and beat me, pull my hair, tear me clothes, (Witch i have to pay for). But the boys are the worst of all. What with the sexual threats and notes in my locker asking me to give boys a BJ, and things like that. And every day at least one boy touches me on my ass as I walk to class.  Its hard to ignore that, but i just keep walking as if nothing happened because god knows I can't defend myself it they try anything worse than just that...

In short, my life has been a hell hole. No one can help me in this world, and I don't expect anyone too. Thats mostly because I've learned you can't trust anyone here. Thats how it works for me, and thats how it will always be.

No matter who tries.

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(I hope you all liked my first chapter! I apologize if there are any misspellings and crap like that.)