Fairy Tail X Reader One-shots

Sting x Reader ~ Depression Support Group ~ Part 1

Requested by @Natidsitandon

× Warning × Use of Depression × Use of Suicide × Use of jokes about Suicide and Depression × I'm going to hell for this × Guess I'll see Logan Paul there × Reader discretion is advised × Read at your own risk ×

Y/n's P.O.V

I sat in the noisy guild of Sabertooth. Ever since Sting Eucliffe became Master, the whole guild seemed to go insane. I seemed to be the only person who acted the same. Maybe It's because I grew up in this guild and hated change. It also could just be that someone has a secrete drug stash and hasn't shared with me.

I closed my eyes and let the thought drift from my mind. I didn't get much sleep last night... Or the night before. Sometimes I feel like my life is a see-saw. That probably sounds crazy, then again I am crazy. One day I might get two hours of sleep and the next I'll just stay in bed for 3 days straight, only getting up to use the bathroom. I wouldn't change my clothes or brush my teeth. I hardly washed my hands last time I was in 'hibernation'. My excuse that I would tell myself every time I looked in the mirror to see a tangled hair, wrinkled clothed, foul breathed me was that life was too short, and why should I waste time on trying to look presentable? And to follow that up I would laugh and claim that I had no life and crawl back into bed.

Eating was also not a problem. I can last longer than a week just laying in bed and only getting up three times a day to release me of my bodily fluids that I couldn't hold in any longer. Eating would just make me spend less time away from the comfort of my pillows and blankets. Both the beautiful shade of black. Or maybe I should say hideous because at the end of the day, the color scheme of my bed and my soul were the same. I wasn't the person with the bright yellow soul that would remind you of sun light. I'm also not that hippie looking person with a pale green soul who would always tell you that they never ate meat and how their life goal was to single handedly stop the killing of animals. Oh how I hate those people with their vegetable shakes that looked and tasted like vomit.

Now that doesn't mean that when I'm not hibernating I look a mess. I try to look some what normal to avoid unwanted attention. That's the difference between someone who's actually depressed and people who think they are. The ones who are depressed aren't telling people. Because we're sick in the mind and hate people! So talking to people about how we're sick in the mind isn't something we think about doing often in our sick mind. The ones who post a picture of their cut up wrists and written in blood on the wall is "Do you regret what you said now?" Or something along the lines of that, followed by "get this to 20k likes and I'll throw away my razor." Are the ones using the thing that makes your mind sick as a way for attention. I also hate those people. I guess I kinda hate everyone. Including myself of course, as I am sick in the mind.

The chair that I was sitting in then began to violently shake back and forth. I yelped as I fell to the floor. I swiped my hair out of my face before looking at the chair and the man that stood behind it. Rufus and his classic red hat with a ridiculous over sized pink feather. He looked totally gay. "What do you want?" I snapped as I got off the dirty guild floor.

"Its time to go." Rufus said, his hands resting on the back of the chair I was once sitting in. I groaned at his words.

"It's already Friday?" I asked. Most people crave for Friday because it was the beginning of the weekend. I hated it. Every Friday at 11 am I was force to go into a public school gym for a support group. For depression because again, I'm sick in the mind. Rufus was the first one to find out about my sickness as he is quote "Very observant over the people close to him" and the little snitch told the loudest person in this guild and 7 blocks away. Sting, the guild master himself who couldn't keep his mouth shut. That boy had the Whole guild knowing I was sick in the mind in a record of 10 seconds. Now whenever I return to the guild after a good 4 days of hibernation I would get stares and looks from everyone. That's the story of how Sting got himself a nice and secure spot at the tippy top of my hate list all by himself.