I was silent, I couldn't function any words and my breathing felt cut short. And when i did...

"W-what? Why? I've done nothing wrong! There isn't anything wrong with me!" I yelled at the small man. He didn't even look phased like as if he had seen this all before.

"Your reaction is completely understandable, I am truly sorry. But you must understand when your father called me he meant for the best" My Father was the one sending me away? He was behind this?

What had I done? I was good I kept out of his way, I don't bother him. What reason does he have to send me away? This was the only place I have ever known. I couldn't leave...

"But why?" My voice small and sounded like it was about to crack. I felt my eyes get a little teary but I refuse to cry in front of this stranger.

"I can't tell you all the details of the agreement but I can tell you, there is a history of mental illness on your mother's side of the family. And there is a high chance that you may have it"

"You're going on a chance that I may have it? And send me to a mental hospital? Have I showed any symptoms of this 'mental illness'?" Sarcasm dripping from my voice, I was furious. I didn't believe him and as far as I know I haven't shown any types of illnesses, but then again. Do you ever notice them? To others they may be noticeable but to yourself normal?

"Now, child. You are not fully aware of the situation and I need you to trust me that, this is for your own good" He sounded like it was some type of emergency, like I must go or something bad will happen.

Bullshit.

"I can't trust someone I haven't met! I don't trust my father! How could I trust you?!" He looked saddened but otherwise unaffected by my little outburst.

"I'm Makarov Dreyar, the runner and owner of Fairy Tail Institute. FTI. I am an honest man, I can't make you trust me. But I can show you that you can trust me. In time you will understand"

"But I don't want to go" I was scared of being somewhere I didn't know anyone, the only friends I had were my maids. I couldn't leave them… And just going to a new place frightened me.

"Do you want to stay here?" This question struck me, no I want to stay with my friends. But deep down I did want to leave, I wanted to be anywhere but this house. I wanted to be away from my father, but to go to a mental hospital?

Was leaving one place where I have to stay, better than going to a place I am forced to stay?

"Do I have a choice?"

His look told me the answer.

My maids were a weeping mess, I helped pack my clothes even though my father said the servants could do it themselves. But I had to pack a few things of my own, I wanted to bide my time with them. I packed a few books, my diary. The letters I wrote to mum. And a few other things. I knew that i couldn't take my phone, laptop or Ipod. That would be useless.

My father waited at the front door, he eyed my outfit. It was simple jeans and white shirt. But I doubt I'll be allowed to wear my clothes there, I would have to wear hospital gowns or something. That though alone was depressing.

"Come along child, the sooner the better" Makarov patted my arm. I nodded.

My stuff was carried to the pack of the carriage. Makarov opened the door for me, I was hesitant. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay, but at the same time I couldn't be at this house any longer.

Once taking a seat I looked out the window, my father standing on the closest step hands held behind his back, made no move to say any farewell to me. The servants behind him trying to control their tears, I waved goodbye to them excluding my father.

He narrowed his eyes at me, noticing this small gesture.

The carriage rocked forward roughly, forcing me back into my seat.

The ride was long and boring, Makarov Dreyar continued to tell me about the Institute but I barely paid attention. But he refused to tell me where about we were heading and how long I would be there.

"Child look over this, this will hopefully set your mind at a bit of ease" He handed me a pamphlet. On the front was a building. It was big, made of stone and five stories high with a large garden out front.

Inside was just general knowledge stuff. About how they were there to help, contact numbers a list of staff members and so on.

"How long will I be here?" I said tearing up at the thought that I would be a long-term patient.

"It depends on you"

"Whats it like there? How will i be treated? Do I need medication? Do i get to keep my stuff?" I had more questions but I will settle for these for now. And i know I'll have more questions in the future.

"We keep it friendly enviroment. How you are treated will be like everyone else, don't worry you have nothing to fear. Medication, I don't know myself the staff will decide that. But one of the perks of this Institute is, you get to keep most of your belongings. Clothes, books if you bring them. But the staff will have to search and give the approve first, that's more of a safety policy. But no electronics are allowed" I nodded, the thought of not having to wear gowns was a little up lifting.

Makarov walked me in. He also insisted that I call him instead of Mr Dreyar, as it made him feel older. You are old. There was a woman at the desk but she waved us through as my admittance had already been done. I was expecting to see white walls and floors and harsh lighting, but it was quiet nice. The floors were made of wood and note tiles, the walls were a soft blue or green. There were fake plants everywhere.

My luggage I had been told was being taken away to my room, they said they will inspect it with me to give me a bit of closure, this was a relief as I didn't want them to read diary or the letters to my mother. They were scared to me.

Makarov walked with me, leading me up stairs and down hallways. I tried to remember the layout in my head but it was to hard in a place like this. I would get lost easy. I looked for windows but didn't see any. Though this striked me as odd as I do remember seeing windows in the pamphlet. So this would mean I was in the middle of the the building where there were no windows. Probably another safety policy?

Then down the hallway were two large double doorways. On both side two large guards stood. They unlocked the doors.

"This is the common room, where everyone gets to socialize and activities are held, breakfast and such is held in another room. Your just in time for lunch. One of the nurses will escort you to your room when your ready" Makarov said. Inside was large. Wood floors and blue walls. There were people walking around everywhere, a lot of them my age. Some even stopped to stare at me. And the first time in a long time I was happy. I had never had anyones else but my servants as friends and now I have the chance to make more, despite that I was in a mental hospital.

I saw a TV off on the far right side of the room surrounded by black leather couches, a piano on the far left. A table right across from me with both man and women talking Happily. In my mind I picture unhappy people not wanting to socialize. But this enviroment was very happy and care free feeling. I instantly felt relieved and I could smell incense as well. Behind the table were big windows reaching from the floor to the ceiling letting in hot afternoon sunlight. And on both sides of this door lining the wall was a line of book cases. Framing the walls all around the room were art works defiantly made by patients.

I might be happy here.

Okay this was crazy, I had been less than ten minutes and I was already picturing myself having fun and having a group of friends. I was getting a little ahead of myself.

I looked around the room again, it was flush and a lot of the expensive furniture. I would know, I lived in a house full of it. I had a small urge to talk to mum about it what this place was like. But that's when I realized I wouldn't be able go and talk to her there anymore. I felt my heart tightening at this. I will write her a letter when I can. I promised myself.

By this point more people had stopped to stare at me. At the table I saw three people there all with white hair and remarkable resemblance, defiantly related. A girl across from them with long brown hair with two thick strands on either side framing her face, was playing with a deck of cards. On the couch was a big blond-headed man made of pure muscle with a scare through his left eyebrow with a sly grin, next to him sat man with a weird tattoo on his face, then a girl with long light brown hair and glasses. And next to her was a guy with unusual long green hair. There were many more people around the room doing their own thing. Near one of the many bookcases was a small petite girl with blue hair engrossed in a book. Next to her were to boys pretending they were interested in books. And not far behind her almost like a shadow was a man with long spiky black hair and a studded face. A Studded face, the piercing going up his nose and above his eyebrows. Catching me looking he gave a frightening glare and I instinctively looked to the floor, I heard a small chuckle at this.

And when I looked up I was surprised to see a man in front of me, he looked the same age as me. I was sixteen. He was tan and wasn't bulky like the blond guy on the couch but defiantly had some muscle definition to him, he wore a black vest that an orange lining around it and pants. His vest was open that showed he abs. He had a large goofy grin but at the same time was sly and seductive.

"Hi, i'm Natsu Dragneel"

Author's note

Okay so here is another chapter.

In this story Natsu will be a little different like for one, he can actually tells the difference between guys and girls. Yup, that's right. He knows boobs exist now. He will attempt to hit on girls, key word ATTEMPT. But we will still have his really annoying but cute dense moments.