Always in the dark ( NaLu ) <3

Chapter 13

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I SURE HOPE THEY FIND LUCY *WHISTLE WHISTLE* HAHA, WELL HOPE YOU LIKED LAST CHAPTER, THERE WAS A LOT OF CHARACTER SWITCHING. WHO'S YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM AITD (Always In The Dark) RIGHT NOW? IS IT NATSU, OR MAYBE WENDY? FEEL FREE TO TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS, IM GONNA START GIVING SHOUT OUTS TO THE BEST/NICEST COMMENTS! (I also just want to give a huge thank you to all those readers, I recently got 2k reads and that means so much to me!! So thank you so much!)

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LUCY* p.o.v.

When I woke up I began to wonder, why did these dreams keep recurring? It was like a story playing out in my head, but it felt so real when I was actually there. It was like I forgot all about real life. I don't know why, I wasn't in control of myself. And the fear. It was like a slab of cement was in my stomach, I was always freezing cold and covered in sweat.

Being honest, it was disgusting. But when I woke up, it's like the terror was worse, like my dreams were becoming real life and I was trapped, inside a never ending stress. And my heart felt like it could stop at any second. And it's getting worse. But... what does it mean? If I make the choice when I am awake, will I remember it when I'm in the dream?

Thoughts from yesterday suddenly flooded my head. I'm 17 years old. Natsu hadn't come for me. Had he given up? Well, I'd only known him for a few weeks, I couldn't expect him to throw his life away in search for me- a girl he barely even knows. But I thought we had a connection. Maybe it was just me.

I turned my head over to face the metal chair. A meal sat at the base of the odd contraption. Funny how even though I've sat in that chair for hours every day, I still don't know what it does. I gently run my fingers over the tip of the metal foot stool, cutting myself in the process. I stare blankly at my bloody fingers, but I don't feel a thing. Blood runs down my arm and drips off my elbow, splashing as it hits the floor. The numbness I feel is replaced by pain after I stare for about 2 minutes. Ouch, that... actually really hurts. I come to the sudden realization of what I've been doing. I cry out in pain.

"Somebody?! Can somebody bring me a bandage?" I call. I hear somebody shuffling above the ceiling, and overhear a conversation.

"Dr.Johnson, you're not aloud to make contact with her!" Said the muffled voice of a man. His voice was deep and raspy, like one of those country singers, but without an accent.

"She's cut herself Gajeel! She needs to be unharmed to continue the tests anyway." Argued the muffled voice of Dr.Johnson.

"Continue the tests? What do you mean? Corellia* has already worn off! There are no more tests." Explained Gajeel.

"I think he's right." The quiet voice of a girl, "I think it's over."

"Shut up pipsqueak! She might be able to hear you!" Gajeel yelled at the fragile voice.

(*Corellia is a form of disorientation magic)

I gasped. Were they going to set me free?! I wondered hopefully. But then again, they would probably kill me so I don't rat them out to the police. The sound of a struggle came from above, and the door on the ceiling opened just a crack. A roll of bandages and some rubbing alcohol fell down towards me. I quickly looked up and caught a glimpse of who was most likely Dr.Johnson. Short light brown hair, streaked with grey from old age. Small wrinkles, not big enough for her to be over 60. But her most memorable feature were her eyes, large, and a stunningly bright blue. Like the colour of forget-me-nots in full bloom. Her hand flew away from the entrance, closing the door once again. I stared at the same spot of the door until I finally snapped out of my gaze.