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Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tail Hiro Mashima does.

Lucy's p.o.v

"Don't jump!"

"Why do you even care you left me, cheated on me, and you told me you didn't love me. I loved you more than anything. You were all I had. My mother died and my father doesn't give a shit about me. He abuses me and if he killed me at some point it wouldn't effect him at all. I have no friends, none at all and to be more precise you were the only person at school that even tried to talk to me."

"To be honest I would never even have talked to you if I wasn't dared to."

"So I was a dare. I guess no one actualy cares about me. You sure as he'll never did."

"I don't care about you because in my eyes you are just an ugly whore that's looking for attention."

"So why did you say stop. I WANTED TO DIE!"

"Then die already." He said smiling.

"I WAS TRYING."

Sting's p.o.v:

I cant believe I felt pity for this girl.
"Then die already."
"I WAS TRYING." She screamed.
After that she got an angry expression on her face and started walking toward me. She stopped about a foot away from me.

"Sting, I cant believe it took me this long to see how big of an asshole you are."
Then she did somthing I never thought shed have the guts to do. She slapped me.

"You bitch!" I yelled as I punched her in the face. She fell on the ground due to the impact. When she landed I started kicking her in the stomach repeatedly.
"Damn slut, rot in hell where you belong. I hope I don't ever have to see your ugly ass face again."

Lucy's p.o.v

I lay on the ground feeling broken and bruised. All I can do is cry while my body bleeds out.
Why did God bring me to this place, why does every one hate me, why cant I be loved. So many questions were going through my mind.
A few seconds later I hear noises coming from the bushes behind me.
Oh no, is he coming back.
More tears started making their way down my face.
"OH MY GOSH ARE YOU OKAY!" A voice screamed. I could tell it wasn't him by the sound of there voice. My vision starts getting blurry as the footsteps got closer. The last thing I remember before I passed out was the color pink and the warmth that was wrapped around me.