5I, once again, was sitting in my room.
My parents and I recently got back from the trial.
After mindless talking, the judge finally labeled the man guilty.
I almost cried "took you long enough!"
I hated sitting there, listening to the man and his lawyer try to deny the charges. He was guilty, it was written all over his face! Why can't you see that?
He the man who killed my sister! My innocent, loving, irreplaceable sister! There is no excuse! Give me my sister back, give her back!
I just glared the entire time. When the judgment was over, it took all of my willpower not to rush over and beat the crap out of the man.
Now, here I stay, sitting alone, cold and crying, recalling my whole life with Lucy.
Now, only memories are what remain of her.
MAY 2, 2013
I stared at the piece of paper in front of me.
It asked me to answer some calculus questions, but the numbers and letters seemed to float off the page. I couldn't concentrate.
I finally went back to school two days ago, and teachers and students alike were telling me how much Lucy will be missed.
I only glared at them. Full force, not holding any malice back. I never said anything, but I made it clear to never mention her name.
I detested them. They tried to get close to me or say how great a person Lucy was when they don't even know a single dame thing about her.
Today, I asked everyone who claimed they knew who she a question.
"If you knew my sister so well, then name one thing she always did during classes.
I got a lot of stupid answers.
No one ever said, doodling Hetalia characters in her notebook.
Every time Lucy got back from school, she would show me her drawings, whether I wanted to or not, and start saying who it was and why she drew them.
They were the worst drawings ever, but she would show them to you willingly if you only asked.
My mom was out shopping and my dad was in his study. I noticed that my dad spends more time in there and my mom spends much more time outside of the house, whether it be for shopping or visiting friends.
I heard the doorbell ring and got up to answer it.
I opened the door and a man in a red and orange polo and jeans with a big box in front of him stood there.
"I have a delivery for Mister Natsu Dragneel."
I raised one of my eyebrows. Dragneel was a nickname Lucy made up for me when I was eight.
"Yes, that's me."
The man held out the package and I gingerly took it. The faint scent of meat wafted from the box.
I put the box down and turned back to the house. "Here, let me go get some money. How much is it?"
The man quickly shook his head. "Oh no, don't worry, it's already been paid for."
Surprised, and turned back around and picked up the package.
The delivery man pulled his baseball cap down on his head and began to leave. "Well, good day sir, and happy birthday."
I almost dropped the box. "Wait, how'd you know it was my birthday?"
The delivery man looked confused. "The sender told us it was a birthday present."
My heart beat began to quicken. "Who was the sender?"
"Some woman called Lucy Heartphilia."
My mind went blank. I stood in the doorway for a couple of seconds, not moving. Unconsciously, a tear slipped from my eye.
"Are you okay sir?"
I came back to the present and wiped away the stray tear. "Huh. Oh yeah. Thank you." I pulled ten dollars from my pocket. "Here's your tip."
The delivery man nodded and left. I slowly made my way back inside and slumped against the closed door.
Carefully, I opened the package, and saw all different types of meat designed in a flame. There was also a little note next to the meat.
Dear Natsu,
I figured it would be better if I could give you a present that was actually edible rather that a big lump of burnt coal.
Happy Birthday~!
Love,
Lucy
I covered my head with my arms, and cried. Cried with sorrow, cried from the utter loneliness, and cried with happiness.
THE END
Since so many people wanted to know what happened to Natsu, here you go! Sorry it took forever, but I had exams to deal with and my parents are absolutely horrible when it comes to exam month.
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