Im a little mad right now and Im gonna warn you now this fanfic will be a little dark. My little sister just got hate on a fanfic she wrote. That can really mess people up if they let it get to them and could cause bad stuff to happen.

Wendy POV:

I'm so excited. I posted my first fanfiction last night and I just got a notification that someone reviewed it. I know I'm not the best writer, and someone has probably written something close to what I did, but its still exciting to know that someone read what I wrote!

Then the app opens and I see the review.

"Your writing sucks and this is a horrible story. You just need to get off fanfiction and go get a life or something, or better yet kill yourself cause you suck so much"

I feel so crushed. It was like my worst nightmare had come true. I always heard about how getting hate could hurt someone but I never understood until now. It was like my lungs had the air sucked out of them. I felt weak at the knees. I heard a knock at my bedroom door and then Natsu and Lucy walked in. They talked about how they had loved my story, gave me a couple pointers (well Lucy did) and told me not to be discouraged by the hate I had recieved. I nodded and told them that it hadn't bothered me. Smiled as big as I could and said goodbye. As they left my house I collapsed on my bed, crying because someone hated my work and that was enough to demolish my spirit.

Soon my grades started dropping, I stopped feeling the need to eat, and I would spend all night reading that one review. None of the ones complimenting me mattered. It was just that one.

I couldn't get myself to move on, and neither could my friends. The review haunted my at all hours. I started to torture myself thinking about how I could have changed my story so that one person couldv'e liked it. Gajeel told me that there would always be the person who didn't like your work and would hate on it, but his words barely registered with my brain. I wanted to feel again. Even if it was just pain, even if it was just for a moment. So I snuck into Gajeel's room, it was right across the hall from mine, and stole one of his razors. I took it apart and found a place on my body where no one would see the cuts. My upper thigh. I cut once. Twice. Three times. A fourth cut appeared on my once perfect skin and I felt that pain but it felt good. Right, like it was what belonged instead of happiness. This went on for months. I was still huanted by that review. I hadn't written since. I had lost so much weight, you could see my ribs clearly, as if there were no skin and muscle around them. I didn't sleep any more. I had managed to hide the cuts and weight loss under baggy clothes. One day I couldn't feel the little cuts anymore, so I cut my wrists. Deeply, with no hesitation. I didn't care anymore, nothing mattered to me. Not my freinds or my familly, all I could think about with my last breath was that review that had killed me.

Gajeel's POV:It had all started with that damn review. I had known about everything she'd done. I had thought about saying something but a didn't because I was so sure that Wendy would snap out of it before she went to far. As I stared at her coffin, and the people in black around me, I realized how wrong I had been. I only wish that I had said something. I would regret it for the rest of my life...

So yea... Sorry this was so dark but I felt like it was neccesary. I don't regret it and if you don't like it... go away. No one is making you read it so don't leave hate.Till next timeAbi92001