Several months have passed since Natsu began therapy. Dr. Kavinsky had diagnosed the troubled man with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) two months prior. Now, ten months after the liberation of the guilds boisterous dragon slayer the said male can be seen for the first time in six years standing in his humble residence with the serene converts surrounding his property. Although for Natsu this wasn't the uplifting den he was supposed to run into eager to be back in his own home again. This was the place where his suffering began.
His living room.
Unsteadily he staggered into the vacant room quivering with bloodcurdling reminiscences of his capture. The men binding his wilting hands and suffocating him with a handkerchief. The sordid trash stabbing his tender physique making the shiny dagger and timbered floors stain crimson with his life essence. The gore tainting the walls and curtains burgundy in color. His screams of leniency reverberating throughout the antechambers.
That evening will forever be emblazed into his insubstantial mentality for the rest of his existence.
Queasily he made his way further inside stumbling towards the toilet. Terrified he hurled up his previous meal spewing the contents of his tense stomach into the bowl. He jerked back heaving as he caught his breath once more. Ineptly he rinsed his mouth out with water and returned to the large room where his hammock swung back and forth. Faltering over to the makeshift bed he climbed awkwardly into the rocking sheets and burrowed into his bed. His eyelids drooped as slumber initiated into his fatigued form. And for a couple of hours, only a couple was he able to rest peacefully in the months he had been home.
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Grief
FanfictionAfter a week long mission Natsu Dragneel returns to his home in the woods in Magnolia, only to be brutally beaten, drugged and captured by an unknown force. Now, six years later his friends finally find a lead on him. But what lurks in the abandoned...
