Note: Drugs are bad. This story is not promoting them or anything like that, its in the story because I have a close friend who lost everything from coke so I wanted to make the same thing happen to this character. Don't do drugs kids, drugs are bad mkay?

I don't own fairy tail(Only time im sayen it)

Being in a gang isn't all that bad. Actually, it's kind of good. I always have constant company and protection, especially because I'm sleeping with the leader and all.

Oh shit, I neglected to introduce myself, Hi I'm Lucy Heartfilia. I'm a blonde, 5'4'' brown eyed orphan who run's the streets of the big city-New York City with a gang.. I'm sure you're wondering, How the hell did such a sweet girl end up in a gang?

Well let me tell you! My story starts when I was about 6 years old. My father was a drunk factory worker who would work hard in the day then indulge himself in a bottle of vodka when he got home. We weren't poor per-say, but we didn't have much money either. And when my Mom would complain about him spending our rent money on a bottle, he'd beat her until she was unconscious on the ground. I tried to stop him a few times, but once he started turning his rage to me I learned quickly to just block the sounds out and look the other way.

I know sad, right? Oh but it gets better! My Mom passed away from internal bleeding one night when I was 12. The doctors knew my father beat me and her so they called some guys in suites who came to the hospital and took me away. That was the last time I saw that drunk dead beat fucker and the first day of the rest of my life! The orphanage wasn't all that great after that. I had to sleep in a moldy room with between 20-50 other girls, all depending on how many orphan's were found and how many got adopted.

Then, about two years after I arrived, I met Wendy Marvell. She was a tiny little girl, long beautiful blue hair and big brown eyes. She always had an adorable smile plastered on her face, even when Mother Porlyusica was yelling at her. I was afraid this place would break her, so I swore to myself to take this fragile girl from here and protect her with my life.

When we ran away one night, things took a turn for the worst. We were starving, our bodies deteriorating quickly, and I could tell the light that was always in Wendy's eyes was slowly dying. It was only a few months into us being homeless, but I was 14 and I knew that there were ways for me to make money. I had watched woman dressed in short skirts and puffy coats sell their bodies to make fifty-even a hundred dollars on each client. And I knew I was quite attractive for such a young girl, so I told Wendy to stay in our ally with a knife in her hand until I came home and joined the whores on the corner.

My first time was painful and scary but the man payed me double because he was honored to be the one to "pop my cherry," so I ran back into the ally with a hundred in my hand and a smile plastered on my face. Let's just say Wendy and I ate great that night! We went to the closest hotdog vendor and bought as many hotdogs as we pleased-that's all Wendy wanted.

Thing's started getting good again, I would let men do what they wanted at night, then I would shower myself and Wendy in goodies like jewelry, clothes, coats and hats, anything we could ever need or want. Every night when I came home, Wendy would tell me she was so thankful that she met me and that she loved me, and I finally understood the love my Mom held for me. Wendy was like my daughter, I wouldn't allow anyone to even come near her.

We lived like that for about a year before I was introduced to cocaine. I was exhausted one night after pleasing 6 men, and as me and another woman counted out our making's that night she asked me, "Ya ever try blow, suga?"

I kept counting and shook my head, "One-two-three-three fify-four-four twenty-four fifty-four sixty.. Shit I didn't make nearly enough tonight! Those cheep bastards!"

The prostitute, I don't remember her name anymore, reached into her coats inside pocket and pulled out a tiny bag of something white. She stuck her pinky in and collected some of it on her long nail, then brought it to her nose and sharply inhaled through one nostril. She closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment and I watched her in amazement. I knew about drugs, but I've never seen them up close and personal.

When she recovered, she looked over to me with cartoon like eyes and whispered, "Ya want some, suga? It'll make ya nice and numb!"

I just nodded so she repeated the procedure but instead of bringing it to her own nose, she brought it to my face and let me sniff. Once it reached the back of my nose, I did what she did and closed my eyes. It felt kind of like my brain was being tickled from inside my nose, until I opened my eyes. Once I did that, i felt the numbing affects take place in my nose and throat. I could taste a foul thing drip down from my nose to inside my throat and it made me gag at first. But then I kind of welcomed it, mainly because I felt an energy surge through my body.

I forgot about everything that night; my money that I handed over to the girl for the rest of her bag (Which i learned later on was a complete rip off), the men who tried to pick me up that night, even Wendy. I was on top of the world and I couldn't be bothered with such mundane things.

After that night things started spiraling out of control. Wendy cried when I came to find her because she was always hungry and I never had money anymore. Not only was I selling my body to strangers for money, but now for drugs. I would leave the poor blue haired girl alone for days, even weeks, when I went on binges.

But not all bad came out of it. I started meeting some interesting characters who sold to me. There was this one guy, Gray was his name. He was always a sweet heart to me. I met him through the prostitute who introduced me to the drug to begin with and when I said, "Hi, I'm Lucy," He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his face and kissed it. He was always nice- up until his girlfriend, Juvia, came around.

I could tell Juvia was all coked out too, she would always glare at me, one eye twitching. And sometime's if I looked at Gray for too long, she'd jump on me like a wild beast and start punching in the face until an eye was swollen and I could taste blood. I would take her abuse because If i pissed off the dealers girlfriend, I wouldn't get my fix. After getting beaten, I'd always go back to Wendy who would take me back with open arms.

While I was doing these things, I later found out Wendy was doing good for herself. She was pickpocketing people and stealing food from stores. I was happy to find out she didn't sell her innocence like I had years before. She would cry when I came back and tell me how much she wanted me back and she would say we could work things out. But I couldn't see a way out. Life was really starting to drag by the time I was 17. I was still doing drugs but I stayed with Wendy more often than not.

One lucky day, I decided to find Gray to get my fix only to find out he was out for the day. He told me, "I have a boy who could help you out," He then gave me directions-which were tricky because the city's so big- and told me specifically, "Make sure you say you're looking for the Salamander and that Gray sent you." I happily agreed, mainly because I was itchin' to get something, but also because I love to meet new people. Connect's are always good to have.

So I fallowed his directions and ended up in a ragged apartment complex-also called the projects. The buildings were blue with chips in the paint, It was about 8 stories high and I saw nothing but ghetto people around me. They left me alone though because I'm sure they were used to little coke heads coming around. I walked into the building Gray told me to and went to the apartment labeled, "259" since thats where he said to go. I knocked how he wanted me to and waited patiently. Little did I know, me knocking on that door was going to change my like drastically.

Alright so there's the intro to the story! Hope ya liked it(: