So, I wanted to try this out.

Completely different from the two stories I have so far, its modern time settings with some OOC.

I also want to point out that this will mainly be Lucy's POV, but I'll have some others here and there or and over all view type thing.

Could be depressing at times, mentions of abuse, and bulling, not sure if I want to do perverted scenes yet buuuuut it's always safe to mention.

Once again I don't own Fairy Tail T_T it's still owned by Hiro Mashima

I'm hoping that if we write enough NaLu, that the Mashima gods will have mercy and grant us all SOMETHING between those two…

Without further ado I present:

'Silent body Loud soul'

Good for Nothing…Rat…Mother Killer…Pathetic…Bitch…Nerd…Loser…Outcast…Slut…Whore…

These are the daily words thrown in my general direction, be it from my father or the students at my school they are never ending.

Bruises…Broken bones…Cuts…Scratches…Black Eyes…Belt Marks…Pain…

These are also daily…

Though all of this didn't always happen, there was a point when my life was full of happiness and smiles…The time when my dearest mama was still alive, but fate has a way of intervening and she was taken from me.

I was only five when the accident happened I remember though, I remember like it was yesterday…mama was on her way home from work, it was late. The police said she was driving through an intersection, she had the green light when the side of her car was hit full on by a speeding car. We later found out that the guy driving the car that hit mama was drunk….neither him nor my mama survived.

Father was devastated and cried for days after we found out, at her funeral though was when I first noticed the darkness in his eyes but they were only ever directed at me.

He took up drinking a couple months after that, why, I still have no idea. One would figure that a loved one being killed by a drunk would keep you away but I guess not.

It was a year after mama's death, father was heavily drinking now, and it was also the year when he first started hitting me. I was so shocked and scared when the first of many smacks graced my six year old face, I just cried and cried, screaming and begging for him to stop. But he never did, he only hit harder, yelling at me to 'Shut up' and saying things like 'this is all your fault, she would still be here if it wasn't for you'.

I guess when I was born my parents struggled with bills and money, so mama ended up having to find a job too just for us to get by, he blames me because if I was never born she wouldn't of had to get a job and she wouldn't of died.

It didn't help at school either…kids are cruel…I found that out the hard way. The first day I came to school covered in bruises was when I started getting bullied. Apparently they thought it was a welcome sign to hurt me since I was already being hurt. Why not add more…

It only took me two weeks of daily beatings before I was smart enough to stop making noise all together when he hit me. Sure it still hurt but I found that if I stayed quiet, didn't cry, didn't beg, and didn't scream for help, that the beatings wouldn't last as long. It surprised me when it worked at school too, guess they get bored after they don't receive the satisfying sounds of my anguish at their actions.

I was seven when I stopped talking all together, I became mute to the world but it was ok because the beatings wouldn't last as long and I managed to survive.

Mama always told me when I was little, that there is always beauty and happiness in the world we just have to either wait for it or find it for ourselves.

She use to take pictures and play guitar as a hobby, it was her way of seeing beauty and having happiness, so at the age of nine when my father was away at the bar drinking his life away, I snuck into mama's old study and started practicing playing on her guitar. I also managed to find her old camera and photo albums, she had DOZENS of beautiful pictures and her own dark room that she used to develop everything she took.

They were all simple really, views of old bridges, of trees, flowers, streams, old doors, keys, anything you could think of, my mama took a picture of it all ranging from black and white to full blown color.

There was always one that stood out to me the most, it was a picture of a very old and falling apart door but the way mama captured it somehow gave it new life. It was simply beautiful, and now I could finally understand what she meant by there is always beauty and happiness, she went out into the world and found it for herself and captured it.

I always thought that she took these pictures for me to find, so she could show me a way into her world when I was older. I decided then and there that I was going to follow in my mama's footsteps and capture the world for myself.

It was really nice, for a full two years I felt happier. Yea, I was still getting beat at home and bullied at school but after my father left me home alone to do whatever he does, I had an escape from this thing I call my life.

I found out that I was a natural when it came to playing, her guitar was like an extension to my own arm, knowing and familiar, it felt like home. I would sit in her study and play for hours after school, making sure to give myself enough time to leave and make it back to my own room before father got home and caught me. I started taking pictures too, and though it took me quite a while to get the formulas right to develop my film, I eventually figured everything out and started making my own album.

I wasn't so lucky tonight though when he ended up coming home early….the look on his face when he seen me sitting on the floor in mama's study with her guitar in my hands, it was like I was looking at the face of a demon…I was truly scared for my life.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE RAT! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO PUT YOUR DISCUSTING WIFE KILLING HANDS ON ANYTHING OF HERS!" He yelled at me, then the beatings started.

He kicked me out after he was finished, I limped out of the house as fast as I could go, one of my eyes was swollen shut, my lip was busted open, I knew I had as least three cracked ribs, I heard them when he gave me a hard kick. He ended up pushing me down the stairs and it was on the way down that I hurt my leg somehow. I knew I had split my head open when I landed to because I could feel blood dripping down the back of my neck, staining my blonde hair red and ruining mama's hoodie that I was wearing.

This was by far the worst beating out of them all, and once out in the safety of the streets was when I finally let my silent tears fall, for the first time since I was six, I silently cried.

I was broken at the moment, body and soul because not only was I never going to get to play my mama's guitar again but now my father hated me even more. The only hope I had for happiness again was mama's camera, which I had the hind sight to hide in my room, it was just a matter of making sure he never found it.

I was walking for quite a while, well I shouldn't really say walking and more I was dragging my broken body along, I had no idea where I was or even how late it might have been, I just kept moving forwards. It didn't help my predicament at all with my head throbbing and the dizzy spells I kept having to fight off, seriously becoming annoying, I was pretty sure I had a concussion.

It was starting to get harder to see, objects in front of me were beginning to blur, my legs finally gave out though and I fell to my knees. That hurt but I was in too much pain from everything else to even register what damage I may or may not have done.

I felt myself starting to fall forwards and I had flashes of my life flowing before my eyes and I had to wonder, is this really how I'm going to die? Am I really going to die on a sidewalk because my father beat me to death? I guess it won't be too bad, I'll be with mama again, even if I only lived a short eleven years.

As soon as I hit the pavement though I think I heard people shouting, huh…maybe I won't die after all, if only I could call out for help… but what if they only want to hurt me too? No…I can't shout out for help, because I can't trust anyone anymore, it only gets me hurt more.

I heard running now and it was getting closer, I started to panic…

"HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

Someone was shouting at me now, at least I think they are. I heard a gasp,

"Oh my god, she's only a baby…who the hell did this to her?"

Hey…I'm not a baby, I'm eleven damn it. I was able to tell now that at least one of the voices belonged to a woman, but my vision was too blurry at this point and it was starting to go black.

"Quick, pick her up. Let's take her to the house and call Porly." I heard the female voice say, right before I blacked out.

I have no idea when I started to gain consciousness but I heard voices again.

"How bad is she doc?" I heard the voice of a guy ask.

"The girl is lucky to be alive, if you hadn't called me over when you did she would have died where you found her. She has a sprained ankle, bruising along both of her shins and thighs, bruising that looks to be in the shape of a foot along her chest where I found four cracked ribs, she has what looks like hand mark bruising her upper arms, her lip split open, I had to stitch it back together, she won't be able to see out of her left eye from it being so swollen, and she had to have staples in the back of her head from a deep gash. She lost a lot of blood from that head wound." Another woman said, she sounded older than the first voice I heard.

"Oh my god…who could of done something like this to her?" I heard the first female voice almost whisper out.

"I do not know but that isn't even the worst of it…while I was examining her damages…" The older voice paused.

I'm pretty sure I know what she's going to say though…

"What doc?! What could be worse then what we are looking at right now?!" The guy voice said, he sounded…angry?

I don't understand why though.

"Examining her farther…she has old wounds…old broken bones…scars…all are years old and she can't be more than ten…" The older lady sounded sad.

I already knew what she was going to say. She found out I've been abused for a while and not just for today. I heard the sound of a door slamming shut and then silence for a while.

"I think it would be in the child's best interest of she didn't return to where ever she came from…whatever low life human did this to her…I don't think plans on stopping anytime soon." The older voice said.

She's right but where am I going to go? I have no one else besides father…

"I think your right Porly, we're just going to have to wait until she wakes up to talk to her…" The first voice said.

My body hurts though and I'm too tired to listen anymore, and I slowly let myself drift off to sleep.

I woke up again, I think it was later though I'm not sure just yet. I slowly opened my good eye to try and figure out where I am. Taking a quick look around at what I could see, it seems I'm in a bedroom. The walls were a really pretty shade of dark blue, blue just so happens to be my favorite color. All the furniture was a dark wood and went well with the walls, feels really homely here.

I slowly attempted to sit up and it proved to be very difficult, seems that cracked ribs made it harder. I was finally able to get myself to a sitting position but I was panting now, geez that took a lot of work. I slowly twist my body to the edge of the bed, I already know my ankle is going to hurt, its throbbing right now and I haven't even put weight on it yet. Taking a few deep breaths I slowly stand up, my entire body SCREAMED at me, almost like it was pleading for me to lay back down but I can't. I have to get out of here, I have no idea where I am or who those people were that were talking, though I am very grateful for them saving my life, I can't stay here.

I did notice finally that whoever these people are washed my blood stained hoodie, very grateful for that because I love that stupid thing it's the only one I have and I found it in mama's closet, though…I don't think I'm going to be able to wear both of my sneakers, seeing as one of my ankles is the size of an elephants…I inwardly sighed and started painfully limping to the door, I put my ear against it listening for a few seconds and not hearing a sound, so I slowly turn the door knob hoping to the gods that it doesn't squeak when I open it.

Met with silence, I was internally thanking the door gods, I took a quick peek out into what looked to be a hallway, and I turned my good eye in both directions to make sure I was alone before I started limping away from the room I was in.

I mentally cursed when I was met with a set of stairs, damn my luck…but looking to the end of stair hell I seen a door. It looked to be a door to freedom. So grabbing the railing and gritting my teeth I managed to silently hop down being very careful of my ankle and ribs. When I was only two steps away from stair hell I froze and my heart dropped into my stomach, I heard voices… and they were close, but not very close…

"What are we going to do? We can't let her leave and go back to where ever she came from but we can't exactly force her to stay either…"

"I don't know Mira…I really don't know…"

"Maybe we could call Gray's family, they're rich, or even Natsu's family. Surly one of them could take her in…both those boys should be around her age too."

"You know both families travel a lot because of their companies, they aren't even supposed to be back home for a few more years. Maybe we could just keep her here…with us…I mean we already have a spare room that she could take…it's already decorated and everything…"

"I don't know Elf, I mean that was Lisanna's room…befo-"

"I know big sis but maybe this could be our way to make up for not being able to cure her…"

"Elfman…you know her passing wasn't our fault. She was sick, there was nothing more the doctors could do for her. Even Porly couldn't help her and you know how amazing she is with healing."

"I know…it doesn't make me feel any less guilty, I'm the man of the house…I should of protected her. Just like I feel like I should protect that little girl upstairs…"

I really feel like I shouldn't be hearing this conversation…I have to get out of here.

Refocusing myself again I very veerry slowly make it down the last two steps and peek around the wall, I was met with a living room, I didn't see anyone though. I think it's safe to assume that they have a kitchen so maybe they are in there, turning back towards the door and as quietly as I could I limped to it. Undoing the dead bolt, I slowly open the door…so far so good…it was evening outside, I seen the sun starting to go down behind the houses in front of me. Nice neighborhood.

Guess I was out at least a day, hopefully not more, when I make it fully outside I twisted the door knob so I could close the door without it clicking. Sweet success! Turning back around though…I mentally cursed…again…I was met with three stupid stairs taking me away from the front door. Hobbling down them all I slowly but as quickly as I could left the strange house and started my trek down the side walk. I still have no idea where I am though, I have no idea which way is home, so I just limped away.

Back at the house though, the two conversationalists were about to get a very big surprise.

"MIRA! COME QUICK! SHE'S GONE!" A booming loud voice rang throughout the house hold.

"WHAT?!" The one called Mira shouted back running up the stairs.

"I just peeked my head in to check on her and she's gone…"

"How? How did she get out without us knowing? How could she even stand let alone move with those injuries?" Mira was frantically pacing around the room, "Come on Elfman, she couldn't have gotten far. We have to find her and at least talk to her."

"Right, let's go." Elfman agreed as the two ran out of the house

"Ok Elf you go right, I'll go left. Keep your cell handy, if you find her call me. I'll do the same."

"Ok big sis."

The two parted ways running their directions on the sidewalk, desperate to find the battered girl.

I think I see a shopping center up ahead…maybe I could find a map there and figure out where I ended up at…hopefully I'm not too far from home. Maybe father has cooled off enough to at least let me back in the house…

I was getting ready to cross the street to the shopping center when a soft voice stopped me dead in my tracks…

"There you are, we were worried about you you know. I have to admit, I didn't think you would make it this far though."

I know this voice…it's that first voice I heard before I blacked out on the side walk, I also heard it in the house talking to that guy…what did he say her name was again?

I slowly turned around, my heart was going a mile a minute, what does she want with me?

I wasn't really sure what I was expecting her to look like but it damn sure wasn't this beautiful lady in front of me.

She has long white hair with her bangs held up with a hair tie, she has big beautiful blue eyes, and her smile…it reminds me so much of mama's…she was wearing a pretty red dress and short heels.

"Hello, my name is Mirajane. You can call me Mira though."

MIRA! That's right…her name is Mira…and the guy, if I remember right was Elfman? Strange name…

"Won't you please come back to our home with me? You really shouldn't be up and walking just yet and my brother and I just wanted to talk, if that's ok with you." She gave me a gentle smile.

Her smile…makes me feel warm again…she's so much like mama…she looks like she couldn't harm a fly…I'm still warry of her though…I can't trust her…even if she helped me…but I could as least sit and hear them out I guess…

Throwing her a worried glance before I slowly nod my head yes and if it was even possible her smile grew even larger.

"Wonderful, I'll call my brother to come pick us up. It shouldn't take him very long at all." She beamed while she pulled out her cell.

She was right, it only took him fifteen minutes before he pulled up to us in a blue Ram 1500…these guys must love blue almost as much as me. I slowly hop up in the back while Mira got in the passenger seat in front of me. When we started moving I took time to inspect the guy driving. Short, spiky, snow white hair just like Mira's and he looked built from what I could see from my spot in the back seat. I could also make out a scar that ran from his right eye, I wonder how he got it?

We pulled back up to the house that I escaped from, Mira and her brother both got out before I did. I was really surprised when her brother came around the truck and helped me out, it was then that I could really get a good look at him. He was HUGE compared to my tiny body and I'm really short, I actually had to tilt my head all the way back to look up at him. He had to be at least 6'7".

"Hi little one, I'm Elfman." He smiled at me and just like his sister, I felt at home.

It didn't even register that he kind of insulted me, what I did register was that he picked me up and carried me inside. I panicked in my mind, I don't want to get hurt, my body can't handle it right now…I need time to heal first…the panic died almost as quickly as it came though when all he did was carry me inside and set me down gently on one of the sofas in their living room…

Mira and Elfman sat together directly across from me and both just stared at me for a second before Mira finally decided to ask me a question…

"You know both of our names now, may we know yours?"

Well…I'm not sure how I'm supposed to let them know what my name is let alone if I even want them to know…

"It's ok if you don't want to tell us, we just really wanted to know." Elfman said

I darted my eye back and forth between the two trying to figure out what to do, I know sign language, the teachers at my school taught me after they figured out I wasn't going to talk anymore but would they even know what I'm saying? Finally coming up with an idea though, I lowered my finger to the coffee table between us and used my pointer finger to spell out my name.

"L-U-C-Y…Your name is Lucy?" Mira said watching my finger before looking back up at my face and I nodded

"That's a lovely name Lucy, it's finally nice to meet you." She smiled at me again, that same warmth bringing smile…

"Lucy, is it ok if we ask you some questions?" Mira said, she sounded hesitant though.

I gulped, I know what they want to ask. But I can't tell them, father said he would hurt me more if I ever told anyone and after his last beating…I believe him. But these two make me feel so safe, I don't know why either.

Gulping one more time, I very slowly nod.

"Ok, you don't have to answer if you don't want to. We won't force you." She said

I nodded again.

"I suppose the first question I would like to ask is why won't you speak to us?"

I tilted my head to the side, and furrowed my brows some...ok, now I'm confused. I would have figured she would have asked the most obvious question, "What happened to you?"

Deciding to try my luck and signed, 'mute'.

"You're mute?" she asked and my eye went wide 'You can read sign language?' I signed to her.

"Yes we can, our little sister was deaf so we can read it fluently." She giggled at my shocked face.

"Well at least now we can talk with you." Elfman said smiling brightly at me, and I nodded again.

"Ok Lucy, I'm sure you know this is coming so I will get it out of the way now…What happened to you?"

There it is, the dreaded question which I can't answer but for some reason I really don't want to disappoint these two. I don't know how to explain it but I feel like I could be family here, like I could belong here, like I could feel safe here. I guess I must of been silent for a while because Mira sighed a little.

"Lucy, we just want you to be safe. I know you don't know us but we would like to get to know you and we would like you to get to know us and open up to us. You do not have to answer, by any means at all, if it is too hard on you. But just please know we are right here in front of you willing to listen to you." Mira said with a kind and gentle voice…

I couldn't even stop my body from starting to shake, and my lip shot out and quivered as tears burned my eyes. How can they bring so much emotion out of me barely doing anything?

That's a lie, they've done a lot for me already, a lot more than I've gotten in years…

That's when I broke down, I let the tears that had been building over the years fall freely and I caved as I started signing to them. Telling them everything that has happened in my life, from five years old to now.

~AN~

SO!

This is what I have so far.

Let me know if you would like to see anymore.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!

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