A/N: Another chapter, hopefully it compensate for the last chapter that was short. Please enjoy!

Ever wonder how Lucy gained a hobby of writing to her mother, or writing in general? Read this chappie to find out :3

Erza had just completed a job and was on her way back to the guild. She needed money for her rent and for food, also to support Lucy who was still suffering from the attack two days ago.

If anything, it made her attitude more...distant. She doesn't talk anymore...or just stares off into space. Erza had tried to talk to her to...have her confess her feelings or...just let it all out. She failed multiply times when Lucy would refused to be vocal or even look Erza in the eyes.

Concerned for her, she had asked Levy to babysit...or keep an eye out for Lucy's wellbeing while Erza was on her job. Levy was the only one Erza trusts to keep an eye out on Lucy.

After returning to the guild and reporting to the master, Erza immediately made her way to Fairy Hills to check up on Lucy's condition.

Closing the door behind her, Erza went to where Lucy had been laying.

"Erza!" Levy came out running towards Erza in a panic.

"Levy! Did something happen?" Erza asked, already concerned.

"Lucy keeps trembling...muttering something I don't even understand. She even kept screaming, and her wounded leg and arm..., I'm afraid that Lucy's putting too much strain in them. I don't know what to do. I've been trying to hold her down, but she kept swiping at me in a frenzy...it's like she doesn't know who I am!" Levy rambled and panted.

Erza stalked to where Lucy was and found her to be sleeping. Levy walked next to Lucy's side. "Lucy fell asleep from exhaustion. I really don't know anymore. I'm really concerned for her." Levy's eyes started to get teary.

Though Erza doesn't understand what exactly happened, but this was entirely new for her. But it has to do something when she was attacked...could it be...that it made her remember something that Lucy did not want to remember?

"Thank you Levy. You can go back now. I can take care of Lucy now. Take a break."

"Ok...just help Lucy..." Levy muttered before walking out of the room to go back to where she lives.

Erza sighed and looked at the sleeping Lucy. What's making you afraid Lucy?

...

Lucy...had killed him...but he was trying to kill her...so...that's...shouldn't held against her right? Lucy still held the bloodied knife...Lucy had stood in front of the man that tried to kill her...blood...blood's everywhere.

'I'm...I a murderer? Because I killed someone...that's wanted to kill me...? What would Mother say? Mother...will you despise me? Will you still love me? Please tell me...Father is already gone...I have no one left...please tell me...'

Suddenly, Lucy was no longer standing in front of the dead man...but she was now standing in front of her Mother's grave. Lucy still held the knife that was used to kill the man. Why was she here? Is it a sign?

"Lucy" Lucy's blood froze. It was her Father's. Reluctantly, she turned to face her Father. "Your Mother would be ashamed of you. For my daughter to kill someone, it seems that my daughter had died as well." The Father smirked.

Lucy wanted to drop the knife, she wanted to drop it. She didn't want to feel it in her hands anymore. But she couldn't. It was stuck to her hand like glue.

"You will need punishment...a long one. To be a proper lady, I must beat the sense into you. You are my puppet, and you will obey." Lucy's Father said.

Lucy trembled at those words. This wasn't her fault. She was only trying to survive. Mother...she wouldn't approve of this!

Then Lucy's Father brought something out of his pocket. It was a knife. "I'll shall start the punishment now." He smirked as he came closer.

"Lucy! Lucy! Stop! Wake up! Calm down!" A voice called out to her.

Lucy's Father grabbed Lucy by her shirt and lifted her off from the ground.

"Lucy! Wake up! It's just a dream. It's just a nightmare!" The voice continued. Lucy felt that it felt...familiar...

Lucy's Father took the knife to her throat as he grinned evilly.

Lucy woke up in a panic, finding herself to be screaming and thrashing about, as someone was holding her down.

"Lucy! Stop! Wake up!" Erza was in front of Lucy, pinning her down, unaware that Lucy had awoken.

Seeing Erza in front of her calmed her down a bit, but she did not like being pinned like this... "Get off of me!" Lucy screamed on the top of her lungs and tried to shove Erza off of her.

Sensing that Lucy was awake now, she lets go and let Lucy calm down. Erza moved and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lucy's action. But she still trembled. She was still not looking at her in the eyes. In fact, that was the only words she had spoken since the incident.

"Lucy. Do you want to talk about it?" Erza asked for the nth time.

"..." Lucy stared at the floor beneath her. Her arms and legs were throbbing from moving it too much and putting too much pressure in them.

"You can talk to me you know." Erza called out.

"..." Lucy remained non-vocal and hanged her head.

Erza doesn't even know what to do anymore. "Do you...miss you Mother?" Erza doesn't even know why she asked her that, Lucy clearly misses her Mother...

But Erza wasn't even expecting a reaction from Lucy, because Lucy finally looked at Erza in the eyes. Erza stared back, wondering what else to say. Should she try to comfort her...or...try to be a mother to her....wait she's already doing that...

"Have you ever killed someone?" Lucy softly muttered.

Erza's eyes widen a bit when she asked that question. "I have."

Lucy continued to look at Erza with a distance look in her eyes. "Was it to survive?"

Erza was thinking about why she would be asking her all this. "Yes. And to protect my friends."

"Is it wrong to kill others...when you want to live?" Lucy hanged her head, looking at the floor, her eyes covered by her hair.

Erza glazed at the girl, thinking, wondering if she ever had to take someone else's life. "It depends. There is no moral in killing, neither for good or bad."

Lucy started to tremble. "You think...that my...Mother would hate me...for killing another person?" Erza could see tears streaming down her face. She went and embraced the blonde.

"I don't think your Mother will ever hate you for anything. If anything, your Father is in the wrong. You did nothing wrong. You killed another person, because your Father left you no choice. You are still alive, look forward, protect what you have now, and believe in yourself." Erza held the blonde in her arms, soothing her with her words, being careful to not to agitate her fractured right arm.

Lucy embraced her back... "Then...my Mother...would still love me?"

"A Mother's job is to love their children."

"I miss her..." Lucy's tears came down harder. "I want to see her, talk to her, embrace her...I-I..."

Erza felt sad for the blonde. She wondered what to do to help her...if she wanted to talk to her...wait...

Erza had an idea! She gently pushed the blonde away to look her in the eyes. "Lucy! If you want to talk to her, I have an idea!"

Lucy wiped her tears away while more came flowing out. "What do you mean?"

Erza got up and went to her desk to bring out a pen and a paper and an envelope. "You can always write her some letters, confess some things to her."

Lucy looked at Erza in confusion. "How can that work? How can I send them to where Mother is?"

Erza smiled. "You don't send them. You write them, seal them, and lock them away and only hope that bond between you two are strong enough for your Mother to read your letters."

Lucy thought about and thought how impossible it sounded...

Erza saw the look on Lucy's face. "You can write anything in your letter, your feelings, your anger, anything. I'm sure your Mother will hear your prayers and guide you in her own way."

Lucy looked at Erza, then at the pen and the piece of paper, and back at Erza. "Fine...I'll...try..."

"Then sit here and start writing. And this is only between you and your Mother. I have no business in reading what does not concern me. So write to your heart's content." Erza moved the chair for Lucy to sit.

Then Erza went to Lucy to help her walk to the chair since her left leg was still healing. Erza slowly guided Lucy to the chair and helped her sit down.

"What exactly can I write?" Lucy asked.

"For starters, you can say how much you miss your Mother, that you love her...tell her about what had happened."

"..." Lucy picked up the pen on her left hand, since her dominant hand was in a cast. Lucy looked at the paper in front of her. What should I write?

Dear Mother,

It had been about 4 months since you had died. And it had been about four months since Father had been abusive. It had been hard.

I miss you terribly Mother. It was hard for me, and I'm sorry for not keeping our promise. I was not able to take care of Father, I'm afraid that's he's already gone. Should I even call him a Father anymore? He...abused me...

I'm afraid that he'll come for me again to bring me back. Mother, should I forgive him? For the things that he had done? For the things he had said? Mother, what had you seen in him?

I killed someone...he was trying to kill me...so I was trying to protect myself...I was scared then. Father was enraged and everything became even worse. He even hired people to 'punish' me.

Mother, Father was already dead when you had died. I don't even know if that's my Father....

Then I met someone when I decided to run away. She wears armor and has scarlet hair. She calls herself Erza Scarlet. She nice and cool and pretty. She was nice enough to take me with her when the other travelers wouldn't. I felt blessed.

But the nightmares wouldn't escape me. Father is everywhere. He wants me dead. He wants to torture me some more. He even claimed that I killed you. Please tell me that's not true.

I'm scared, and I miss you terribly Mother. But I was told that I'm not alone. I found myself at a guild that you once were part of: Fairy Tail. It's rowdy and scary. But I can tell that it's full of wonderful people. I just need to open up....and...try to be friends with them.

Mother, I will not go back. I want to stay here. Is that okay with you? I'm sure that you can understand. I want to become stronger...and protect the people that's been protecting me.

I love you Mother. I miss you.

Love,

Lucy Heartfilia.

Lucy took a deep breath as she laid the pen down and looked at her paper, filled with errors...but she felt a lot better. But it was harder to write with her left hand, and it looked so un-neat. But she felt lighter and warmer. She folded the letter and put it in the envelope and sealed it.

Guess Erza was right. I feel a bit better. Lucy smiled as she carefully stood on her good leg. She turned and found Erza reading a book on the bed.

"Done?" Erza called out, not even looking up.

"Um...yes."

"Took you hours." Erza pointed out.

"Huh?"

"It's already nighttime."

Lucy looked out the window and indeed it was nighttime.

"Ready for bed?" Erza asked. Erza didn't bother asking Lucy if the writing letters to a deceased made her happier, because she could see the smile on her face.

"Sure...what's you reading?" Lucy asked, wondering what Erza was reading.

"An erotic manga. BL." Erza said so simply.

"Eh?" Lucy didn't understand what she meant by that. BL? What's that?

"Nothing. Let's go to bed." Erza closed her book and slipped it under her covers.

Suspicious...Lucy thought.

A/N: What do you think? This is how I would think, Lucy becoming a writer, writing letters and such.

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