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Playing : Cherry Blossoms - Night Beds

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THE WATER CRASHED FURIOUSLY AGAINST the cliff. Lucy sat just a couple of feet away from the edge reminiscing the days she had with her father. It never brought her grief but brought her happiness knowing those memories were always locked away in her mind and safely stored in the back of her brain. Anytime she could reopen the safe and look at those precious memories. However, she decided against locking the safe and instead pushed it back into her brain, unlocked and vulnerable. She stood up and started walking back to her mother's little home taking in how exquisite the scenery was now that she had seen it up close; leaves seemed to take on a bright green- some a gradient with yellow and a grassy green, the cobblestone paths ways that led to the small petit cottage twisted and turned and the trees towered over her small figure, nearly covering the sky completely yet the sun peeked through the branches covered in leaves, rays of sun littering the pathway to home. It was like a fairy tale. That was until, when she reached home, she realized life was not as magical as a whimsical fairy tale but a hard hit on the head. Life left you rather perplexed and confused than certain with what to do with your life and Lucy seemed to agree with the idea that life was not fun at all; it was depressing. After the argument with Erza and the incident with Natsu, life never seemed to give poor little Lucy a break no matter how much she pleaded to God to fix the mess she had made. However, God gave her just that in the form of her spiteful old mother and no matter what the commandments say- 'Honour your Mother and Father' the only parent she ever honored was her father. In childhood, her mother was mean and despicable and made her life miserable no matter the cost. She would be shamelessly shown off like a doll dressed in fancy garments and covered in priceless jewelry at disgusting pageants (as Lucy considered them disgusting) just for money. Money! Lucy always thought that you should work hard for money, not force some musical lyrics down a child's throat and work them until their lungs feel as though they were to collapse. Now, Lucy was one of the unfortunate children that got just that and whilst she practiced and won gold in some pageants, her mother was never proud of her. Unfortunately, to this day her mother has never been proud of her only daughter and Lucy remains a tool to be used.
All the blonde ever wanted to do was prove her worth. Her father made that sacrifice for her years ago and she wasted that opportunity. With disappointment still lingering in her mind, she wandered even further down the path only to reach her childhood home; worn down and on the verge of collapsing. Despite its need for repair, she still loved it the way it was.
"Mother?" She called from the doorway. She received no response and she silently welcomed herself back home then proceeded to head up to her mother's room where she presumed she would be. She knocked on the door, once, twice, three times. Again, no response. Inch by inch, the door opened and Lucy peaked from the crack. Popping her head into the room, she saw that her mother was still nowhere to be found. Gradually becoming more concerned, Lucy searched the house until she came to the bathroom, and opened the door, inching it open without forgetting to knock.
That day, Lucy found her mother dead in the shower and she spent the night tortured by the traumatizing sight that beheld her.