Lost Identity (NaLu Fanfiction)

Prolouge

My breath showed in the night sky. I don't know who they were or why I was picked but here I was, running away like the baby I am.

To my knowledge I'm sure I didn't do anything. Right? What could I, ME, a pathetic weakling that's good-for-nothing do to get on someone's bad side.

I don't know how long I stayed running but as soon as I was in the crowd I figured I was safe. I covered my face with my black hoodie hoping I didn't stick out too much.

I took a minute to see if they were still chasing me-- it seemed safe enough. I looked at my surrounding and was overwhelmed by the colors. I had no idea there was a festival.

Festivals are one of my favorite things. The fact that I didn't know about this one today makes me a bit skeptical.

Today is July 7, X794. This particular day has never been my lucky day. Including the few days I was still alive.

I was born July 1, X777, and since my birth I have been very unlucky. Like it's practically impossible to have as bad, if not worse, of luck than I.

As I continued walking, I stopped by one of the many stands on the street. This stand was selling snow cones. I bought a raspberry flavored cone and thanked the lady running the stand.

Tonight it was beautiful and I was hoping it would turn out differently than the last seventeen years.

I took another few moments to take in my surroundings. Couples cramped the streets and I again felt out of place. People suffocate me and I can't exactly have someone know anything about me (not that I could even if I wanted).

I haven't had a full conversation with a human in the last ten years. You're probably wonder how could that even happen? I have talked but not much passed the "I'll take two muffins," or the occasional "Have a good day!" I'd give at the grocery store.

My life is lonely but I guess I'm happy. It could be worse. It was worse until the sacrifice but it hasn't been easy. But that also had consequences.

I should explain. I'm never remembered. I know, sounds made up-- but I'm serious. I realized this only when I went to the baker shop ten years ago (I was seven years old). I went there everyday so the old man that ran the place knew me pretty well.

When I asked for the usual, he had no idea who I was. He asked if I was lost or if had an order to pick up. He didn't say my name or ask how I was. I was a stranger.

At first I thought he just didn't remember but it repeated the next day, the day after, and into weeks. Everyday I went I was another stranger that showed up. It didn't make any sense to me.

I had gone there nearly every day for the first seven years of my life. How could he forget me?!

This was before I came to my current hypothesis. About eight years ago I came to the conclusion that I am one of the few survivors of experiment A-3173.

My name is Lucy Heartfilia and this is a story about how I lost my identity.
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Hello everyone! This is a new story I came up with while on a road trip. Hope I didn't confuse you too much. Please let me know what you thought and give me advice to improve. Thanks so much!

~Colette