- So it's angst in the beginning but near the end it turns into fluff. It is mostly angst though.
This was requested by Boba678 , thank you so much for requesting!
**Self Hate/Harm**
Enjoy~
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Natsu's P.O.V
Hi. I'm Natsu Dragneel. An angel.
Now, you probably think that it would be cool to be an angel right? Wrong.
I don't want to be an angel. Always having to perfect. To do everything right. And all the WHITE!! Then again, I'm the screw up.
I'm due to be banished any time now. It's not like I do anything on purpose. It try, I really do! But no matter what, I can't seem to do anything right. I ruin everything I touch.
I'm done with this world. I'm done with all of it.
But, that's why I'm here in the first place. I killed myself. But yet, I somehow ended up in Heaven.
God says that he "saw the light in me" or something. But I shouldn't be here. I don't belong in this place. I want to leave.
And that's exactly how I felt about being a human. But that's where I'm going. When you are banished from being an angel, like I'm about to be, you basically get a second chance at life.
But you physically aren't able to kill yourself. And once you die, you go straight to hell, and everything is a million times worse as it would be originally.
And I honestly don't care. That's what I deserve. I deserve to be punished and tortured.
I killed my family.
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Gray's P.O.V
I hate myself.
I'm a horrible, disgusting, disgraceful person.
I don't deserve to be alive.
I should be in hell. Not here.
I wake up the same as every morning. With the same thoughts and wishes.
I am a high school dropout who is currently working at a gas station.
I live alone in my apartment. I barely have enough money for rent. I hardly eat. Why am I alive?
I walk into the counter area that is somehow a 'kitchen'.
I grab the knife off the counter and make a quick clean cut on my arm.
I continue until my entire left arm is covered in cuts.
Done.
I grab the keys to the gas station and head out to my job.
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I've been sitting at the cash register for about an hour and there have surprisingly been a lot of customers.
One guy comes in and starts to look around. I just sit there and watch him cause I have nothing else to do.
He walks up to the counter and glares at me. I raise my eyebrow, confused.
He reaches down and pulls out a gun. Pointing it at me he shouts "HANDS IN THE AIR!!"
