Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Fairy Tail!
Fifteen years. Fifteen long years. That's how long Cana Alberona had been a member of Fairy Tail (Well, twenty-two if you count the seven years they's lost, but no one did.).
She'd started drinking at fifteen, once it had been ten years since she'd joined. When she's realized that she would never be good enough. After all, who's a member of a guild for ten years and isn't an S-Class mage?
The passage of time made it worse, not better.
But when she drank...When Cana drank, she didn't seem like such a disappointment to herself. To her guild. To him.
Oh yes. She could see it. See it in his eyes, every time he told her he loved her, that she was his precious daughter, how damn proud he was of her.
Cana could see just how much he was lying.
And now? Now drinking didn't help so much. Sure, it helped Cana take her mind off of how big of a let down she was, but it always wandered back.
Maybe that was why one day (night, early morning - whatever), Cana picked up a knife and made the first cut. She was drunk - of course she was drunk, when wasn't she drunk anymore? But she was drunker than usual.
The hurt of the incision felt good. After all, shouldn't a disappointment such as her suffer? She deserved this, after all, for not being good enough, right?
So Cana made another cut, and another, and another and another and couldn't seem to stop.
The next morning, Gildarts Clive was horrified to find his daughter, Cana Alberona, dead on her bathroom floor in a puddle of her own blood.
The culprit? A cooking knife still clasped firmly in her own hands, caked in her blood.