Hey! Heres a short story, I know there are similar fanfics but oh well! I just wanted to warn you guys about triggers, you know. There is a VERY dark scene at the end, its a suicude scene, not in full explanation but enough to cause a commotion. Just warning you. ALSO! Those who are reading my crossover, I'm sorry that I have not been updating lately, just know that I did not abandon it. Anyways, read on! ~SweetDreams!

Fairytail was a dream, a fairytale. No matter how much Lucy tried to convince herself she was never able to believe it. It was sickening, such a utopia, a world where everything went right no matter what existed in her mind, but never actually took place.

Fairytail, a group of mages she made up. In truth she was still at home, crying herself to sleep as she lived under her father's order. Celestial magic wasn't real, nor did fire dragon slayers or requip or Ice make mages. None. At night when she was young, after her mother's death she began to make this world in her sleep. The thoughts of magic being real, and that the only thing she had left of her mother was part of her supposed 'magic'. The stars she gazed at, at night with the only person in the world that truly loved her.

She hated it, the thought that she could have lived a perfect and happy life with a new family, with Nakama, but instead she's stuck in this reality where magic doesn't exist, where all those kind people who loved her as their own were just a part of her imagination.

Yet, she loved it. Her only escape where that world awaited her with open arms as she closes her eyes for the night. That comforting thought of her 'new family' cheering her up as that pink haired dragonslayer greets her for her return, accompanied by his blue cat as they cheered for another job to take. The kind red headed knight and raven head striper smiling at her with such warmth along with the many other members of the guild.

They only showed when she was asleep though, and she was always disappointed to wake up from that wonderful world and into reality, a slap in the face if you will. But she had an option to make it permanent, to make it so she can live in that world of peace and love.

So.

Here she was now. Sitting in her light pink bathroom, crying loudly at herself as her heart raced at an impossible rate. Hands shaking as she lifted her left wrist into sight, her right hand holding a small blade against the open flesh.

She had a solution, a way to fix this life of hers. To be able to live a better life than this one. And all she needed to do was lower the blade onto her wrist. That's all she needed to do, so simple. Honestly, why hadn't she thought of this sooner?

A sad smile made its way to her lips as she chuckled with a twisted humour. She could leave this world. Just one deep cut.

And that's exactly what she did.