Lucy Heartfilia, school nerd. Nastu, school playboy. Two totally different lives that some how intertwine.
Lucy is the schools laughing stock. She deals with depression from her mothers death and her fathers constant abuse. What happens when Natsu c...
Author's Note I'm going to be totally honest here. I had this chap prepared I just forgot to post it last night. Sorry... XD Anyways in the last Author's note I said I'll start mentioning names which I'll do next chapter. Sorry again. Okay, here we go!
Lucy's P.O.V.
My head was killing me.
Opening my eyes I expected to find myself on the floor of my room wondering why my dream was so weird.
It's dark.
I couldn't see anything. Could it be night? The only light I usually get from my room is either from the hallway light that spread under my door or from the sun. The only thing I could come up with is that the lights in the hallway are off, and it's night. It's not that my dad deprives me so much that I don't get light- wait it's exactly that. They used to work but I think the lightbulb needs to be changed or something.
I tried to sit up.
The feeling of multiple things happening at once was a little overwhelming to the mind. I couldn't move my hands to help me sit up because they were stuck behind my back, not to mention I hit my head on the... ceiling? I new right away I was in an overly cramped space. My hands were also tied behind my back.
Am I still dreaming?
Upon further inspection I realized that a bag was over my head. No, it wasn't a bag, it was a sack. I guess that's also a bag. I could tell there was still a lack of light in the small space I was in because of the separation between the stitching. (reference image below. ( I know you guys know about a sack and stuff, it's just I'm not good a descriptions so I put an image to show you how Lucy could see through.)
It's real.
It's real. The only thing that makes sense is everything before wasn't a dream either. My dad has actually sold me. That means that I am literally going to my death. They may or may not kill me but wherever I'm going I bet it's worse then being with dad. I need to get back to Natsu!
Maybe I deserve this.
I even made the kindest person on earth hate me. What good am I alive? No, I need to apologize to Natsu. I need to stop freaking out over this. If I broke it only I can fix it, right? So it would be worse to go missing. Natsu is such a kind person, he would probably feel guilty even if it's not his fault.
I need to save myself.
slightly intrigued by the situation, I realized that I was either going to figure things out or brake down and start crying. I prayed that there was a God out there somewhere, and silently apologized for not being Christian until this very moment. I then tried to see if I could get the ropes off. I fiddled with it trying wiggle out my hands.
This is hard.
It was definitely harder then it seemed. I knew that it was going to take time though, so as I was working on the rope I tried to figure out my surroundings. Incase the people come to me somehow I want the bag to be over my head so they don't think I'm trying to escape, that I'm awake, or really anything to focus there attention on me. I should still take it off, but I'm going to do what I can with it on first.
I'm moving.
I was definitely moving. It's also dark and cramped. The only thing I could think of was that I was in the trunk of some type of car. I knew there were certain ways to escape this situation but I hadn't memorized any of them. I know I can kick out the brake lights. I tried to locate the brake lights with my feet which were gladly untied, still working on the ropes for my hands.
I found it.
I kicked as hard as I could in the position I was in. It took a few times but the brake light was now out. Yes! Okay, I should still work on the ropes. I continued to do that for awhile. No police have pulled the car over yet because of the tail light being knocked out. Maybe because there is a lack of police. Are we in the mountains or the forest or something because that's where people die.
Oh hell naw!
This is not happening. This can't be happening.
The car stopped.
Ok, calm Lucy, calm. That's when I heard a masculine chuckle come from the outside of the trunk.
Oh, shit! He is right there.
"You're a feisty one. huh? I like that." Light soon followed as the trunk was opened. I was then grabbed by the arm and shoved out of the car.
"Get up and start walking."
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