Gratsu Oneshots

His last words

A/N Okay guys, so I know I said I wouldn't do angst but I changed my mind. I just won't do it often.

Oh, and you guys are gonna hate me for this chapter
ANGST
AU HIGH SCHOOLERS
⚠️ Trigger warnings: suicide ⚠️

Third Person POV
Just an average boy he always wore a smile.
Natsu smiled as he walked into his first day of high school.
He was cheerful and happy for a short while.
Everything was going great, until one day he came out as gay.

Now he's older, things are getting colder.
Everyone would laugh at him, or whisper behind his back. Some would even beat him up.
Life's not what he thought, he wished someone had told him.
"Why?" He asked himself. "Why are they so cruel?"
He told you he was down, and you let it slip by, so from then on he kept it on the inside.
He goes up to loke.
" Hey Natsu. How are you?"
"I'm not doing so good." He responds glumly.
"Oh, there's Lucy. Sorry, got to go. See you later."
"Yah..." Natsu mumbles back.

He told himself he was alright, but he was telling white lies.
He stands in front of his mirror.
"I'm alright." He repeatedly chants to himself, not believing it.

Can't you tell? Look at his dull eyes.
Even he could see that his eyes were dull from sadness and all the pain. The crying, the anger, all the emotions and abuse.

Tried to stop himself from crying almost every night.
He later down in his bed, holding himself.
"It's okay. Tomorrow will be better. Everything will get better." He shudders out while trying not to cry.

But he knew there was no chance of feeling alright.
It wasn't. And it never was.

Summer came by, all he wore was long sleeves, Cause those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through ya see.
"Hey Natsu! Why on Earth are you wearing long sleeves? It's like 100 degrees out." Loke shouts over to him. Everyone around them laughs and points at him. Loke looks at Natsu as if to say he didn't mean that as a mean joke, but Natsu had already stormed away with tears in his eyes.

He knew he was depressed, didn't wanna admit it.
"I'm okay. I'm not sad. I'm not depressed. I'm happy."

Didn't think he fit in everyone seemed to miss it.
They aren't laughing at you. He mentally told himself, walking through the halls. He held his books tighter.

He carried on like a soldier with a battle wound. Bleeding out from every cut his body consumed.
They all laughed at him. They always did. 'Ill be out of here soon, and then everything will be okay.'

He had no friends at school, all alone he sat.
He plopped down at his lunch table. Nobody ever sat with him. They other kids would point and laugh. Making fun of everything about him.

And if someone were to notice, he would blame the cat.
"What are those cuts on your wrist?" Lucy asked.
"Nothing. My cat and I just don't agree." He chuckles.
"Oh. Okay." Lucy laughs.

But the cuts in his wrist, they were no mistake, but nobody cared enough to save him from his self-hate.
Laxus slammed him against the locker. Natsu layer crumpled on the ground. If only someone were to help. Laxus rolled up natsus sleeves.
"Aww. The fag cuts." He mocked.