~Lucy's Dream~

" Mother, I won! "a small Lucy cheered, holding a small trophy with a flute on the top and a music note behind it.
" You did my darling Lucy-Lu~!"her mother, Layla squeezed the small girl tightly in her arms.
" Mother, are you proud of me? "the young blonde asked, smiling adorably.
" Of course I am! Why would I not be? "Layla picked her child up into her arms, carrying her to a fancy looking car.

" That satanic woman! "a woman from the distance gruffed harshly, glaring at Layla." Because she can no longer play instruments herself, she forces it upon her child! "

" That poor child... "

" Such a  manipulative woman! "another spat coldly." Having her daughter practice days and nights til her fingers are bandaged? She may be the wife of Jude Heartfillia, but she only uses him for money. "

Layla tightened her grip onto her child, setting Lucy upon the backseat.
" Mother... what were those ladies talking about? "Lucy asked curiously, her mother shook her head.
" Nothing darling. "Layla forced upon a smile, taking Lucy's small hands into her. Lucy's fingers were bandaged tightly as she held the trophy in her lap." We'll be home soon dear. "
The small girl nodded, smiling brightly.

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" Lucy! "a woman with a sharp tongue shrieked the name of her daughter.
Lucy bolted down the stairs, her legs carrying her to the main entrance of the mansion she had been raised in. She stood up straight, facing her mother.
" Your music teacher from your middle school said you shouldn't play the instruments for awhile until your fingers heal because you dropped a violin in class and broke it! "Layla's face was fuming.
" I'm very sorry moth-ER! "Lucy's teeth bit down onto her tongue as her mother's hand came across her face. Slapping her, creating a reddened burn onto her milky cheek.
" I never want to hear your teacher say anything of a sort again, do you understand me young lady?! "Layla stood up straight having Lucy do as well but hung her head instead, holding her cheek.
" Yes mother, it will never happen again... "Lucy submitted as always.

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Lucy walked into her mother's room, separate from her father's. A grand piano sat in the corner.
Layla today looked pale, and sick.
Lucy sat down at the bench and began playing a soft melody. Her fingers danced across the keys like a dangerous tango. 

She started out very nicely, but felt her fingers have a sudden jolt of pain and she backed away  her hands with a small grunt.
She gasped and looked up only to have her hair pulled and her face slammed into the piano.
" I give you YEARS of lessons on the piano! And YOU give me this SIMPLE song and stop because of your hand hurting you!? "her mother hissed venom, pulling Lucy's hair up showing a bloodied nose and an open scratch above her eyebrow. Layla clenched her teeth and shoved her daughter's head back into the piano multiple times.
A pair of arms yanked her away as she screamed flailed, cursing at her daughter in every way.
" Miss Lucy, are you alright? "Ms. Spetto asked, quickly placing her hand on Lucy who sat on the piano bench hunched over holding her eye. Lucy slowly lifted her head, feeling and tasting the blood that ran down her face. An open wound scrapped the apple of her cheek making it bleed very much, and her nose bleed made it look even worse with a few more cuts here and there.
" I just need to get it cleaned, then I'll be alright... "Lucy assured, standing.
" I will assist. "Ms. Spetto insisted.

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" Lucy, dear? "Layla walked into the piano room, the room holding instruments that were taught to the blonde potential heir.
Lucy stopped playing the piano, looking up to her mother. Her cheek hand a large white bandage upon it and another just at the edge of her eyebrow.
" I heard you playing and couldn't but stop in. "she giggled lightly. Lucy nodded, looking back to her piano sheets." Have you tried playing more complicated songs o challenge yourself Lucy-Lu? "
Lucy only nodded. Layla came around and sat next to her daughter.
" One day, I just know... you'll create wonderful music of your own, of your own style. And, I... cannot wait to hear it! "Layla came closer, hugging her daughter around the neck tightly." I love you SO much Lucy, dear~! I'll let you get back to playing~"
Layla giggled and left her daughter sitting in front of the piano.
Lucy looked back to the sheets and slammed her fist on the keys of the piano as her teeth gritted into each other. Her fist upon the keys made a loud awful sound around the lines of *DRUUUNNNNNGGGG~*

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" Lucy, your mother may not have much time left, so please treat her kindly. "Jude begged from his desk, Lucy nodded tears in her eyes.

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" LUCYYY!! "

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Lucy burst from her bed out of breath. As the covers fell from her, a cool breeze fell on her, her sweat making it colder.
She looked around frantically, seeing she was alone in the darkness of her room. She slowly got up, going to her door and opening it quickly.
She needed to find someone so she wasn't alone!
Alone, where her mother can find her!
She tripped onto the hard wooden floor. She curled into a ball and awaited for her mother, their was no way out! 
Tears poured down her eyes, shaking her head frantically.
" N-Nng! "she mumbled in fear, shivering upon the floor.
" Lucy... "a soft voice spoke into her ear, calming her... even if it was just a little, it was what she needed. A warm hand rested on her shoulder making her cease her shivering." Plu! Come here. "
Her large white dog barked and ran up.

" Natsu... "Lucy forced a small smile.
" The one and only. "the pinkette smiled softly to her, making her feel better about her dream. But her then frowned, placing her back on to her bed. He patted it having Plu jump on and lick attack Lucy. He turned on the lights and sat on the other side." Was it your mother again? "
Lucy looked away." Not like the other times, these were... memories of her. Ones of... It just... "she didn't know how to say, she wasn't sad, nor was she happy about the memories, more of a:" Some memories I have feared of her, including the time she called my name at her death. "

" Do you want to rest more? "Natsu asked, running his hands through Plu's body fur.
" I don't know... "she frowned, her head was pounding at the moment, but one question set in her mind since her last conversation with Erza."Natsu... Do you think... I'll ever be able to play an instrument again? "