A/N: I've been really depressed lately. I only have a couple close friends, my parents never do anything with me, and I tend to be 'shunned' since I'm a bit different. So what if I shop at Hot Topic and listen to Blood on the Dance Floor and Black Veil Brides? I'm just like that. I like dark colors, and lighter colors burn my eyes. I'm not allowed near pointy objects anymore, since I went through a phase of cutting.
So, if I don't update for a while, I'm probably too depressed to flip open my laptop open and log on, then write stories and put some effort into it to make you happy.
Deal with it.
Rant over.
Onto the story.
I own nothing but my soul. ... No, scratch that, my soul doesn't exist. I own nothing.
No more was the Fairy Tail guild happy and full of life. It was dreary and dark, the lights dimmed and all people present swallowed by grief. Funny, how one simple action can ruin the lives of so many people. It seemed as though all the happy-go-lucky people of Fairy Tail were gone.
Oh, wait, they were.
As unlikely as it seemed, Gray had been killed. A scythe, impaled straight through the heart. He had met the handle of the bladed weapon as he looked down, to see the mass of crimson blood. The red liquid dripped to the ground and pooled, life draining away as the blood's container met his end.
Lucy, whose heart had been shattered into a million pieces as soon as she watched her teammate, friend, the person she harbored her love for, fall to the ground in a lifeless heap. Her tears mixed with his blood, his blood staining her clothes and hands as she shook him, attempting to wake him up.
Two days later, she was found in her bathtub, a knife protruding from her chest. Her suicide note stated how she couldn't live without Gray, how she had died along with him on that day.
Her blood, filling the bathtub, begged to differ.
Natsu, reduced to nothing at Lucy's funeral. He weeped, along with so many others that day. Unfortunately, his crush on Lucy never bore it's fruits.
He chose and old-fashioned way to go, tying a concrete block to his ankle and jumping in the river by her house.
Happy, his name bearing no meaning once his foster father's body was found. To depressed for even Carla to cheer him up, he set he and Natsu's house on fire and burned in the flames of grief.
Then there was Erza.
Even though she remained strong on the outside, even through all the funerals of her friends, she was dying inside. As the weeks passed, that fact became more apparent. Her hair lost its natural shine and luster, her eyes became hollow and shadowed by the bags beneath her eyes. She chose all the hardest jobs to go on, until the one job that hadn't been touched for centuries brought her to her death.
Funny, how these five people managed to bring he whole of Fairy Tail into a depressed, mourning mess.
Unable to take it much longer, at his old age, Makarov passed away in his sleep, after being bedridden by an incurable sickness.
There was not one person that hadn't cried at the old man's funeral. Even the others guilds got down on their knees and cried, shamelessly.
Jellal, still imprisoned, felt it in his heart when Erza died. The guard of his cell was surprised to see the man dead, killed by the fork that came with his food.
Death was the one thing Fairy Tail hadn't been able to live through.