The Last Straw? (Crossover) UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter One Not Wanted

I groaned as I woke up. My recurring nightmares of the guild plagueing my already tired mind. I sighed in relief when I didn't see nastu in my bed. He'd been ignoring me since the GMG's but it's gotten worse since lisanna came back from the 'dead' about 3 YEARS ago. The whole guild ignores me but when they do talk to me it's about me not being strong enough and that how I was just a replacment for lisanna. They abuse me mentally and physically. I don't know how much more I can take. Not just that but they tell me that I'm fat, ugly, unwanted, waste of space, that I should just die already.

I have thought about the last one a few times but push it to the back of my head when I think that they would be happy if I finally ended it. So I won't give them the pleasure.

I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I stripped and stood under the hot water. Wishing the water would somehow wash away my problems. I picked up my vanilla and strawberry body wash and lathered it over my body. I washed my hair and finally stepped out of the shower.

I have changed a lot since the GMG's I don't really wear bright colors anymore. I mostly wear dark colored clothes. I pollen on a pair of dark wast skinny jeans with a baggy black shirt, my chuck taylor's slipping onto my sock clad feet. I brushed my teeth and put my hair into a high pony tail. Silently locked my front door and walked silently to the guild and waved to the people who said hi to me everyday.

I finally stood in front of the guild and tried to mentally prepare myself for the harm to come. Right now I was resigned to accepting that they'll just ruin my clothes, that was another reason I didn't dress up anymore. Since the games I had tried to get stronger, but with no one willing to teach me it was a slow process. So far I had learned partial requip, healing magic, and my celestial keys. It hadn't taken me long to take up healing, especially with all the wounds and injuries I was so happily given. 

I took a deep breathe and pushed open the doors. As soon as I did my face collided with a flying table. I could hear them laughing at me, jeering and cheering at the new entertainment. I hated them but I also couldn't hate them. They gave me a home, a family, protection, love, and friends I would die for. I pushed back my sadness and said hello only to be met with silent sneers, glares, and turned backs. After their 'entertainment' was no longer entertaining they all went back to what they were doing. I walked to the bar and sat on the stool with the uneven legs. It wobbled under my weight and was quiet uncomfortable. It was the only chair they let me have. Mira stood behind the bar cleaning a whiskey glass.

"Hey Mira can I get a strawberry milkshake?" I asked quietly. She turned to me and sneered.

"Get it yourself you slut." It hurt. Even though I have dealt with the abuse for thee years it still hurt as if it were the first time. Why can't they forgive me? It's kind of ironic since I can't even forgive myself.

I quickly walked around the bar and made myself a milkshake. I walked back to my seat and started taking small sips. I was interupted when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see my worst tormenter. Nastu Dragneel.  I inwardly flinched but kept my face blank of any emotion.

"Yeah Nastu what can I do for you?" He smirked.

"You can go die if you really what to do something for me." The guild snickered from behind him.

"Yeah why don't you just die already! No one wants you here your just a waste of space!"

"Yeah! your just a slut! nobody would miss you!" Every time they threw an insult at me I felt a piece of me crack.

"Hey! why don't we just kill her ourselves!" I felt my blood freeze at that one. Would they really do it? I mean it was one thing for the mental and physical abuse but it was a whole other thing to actually kill me.