Sadness Is something that can hurt you as a whole, it's not physically painful but mentally and it's more painful than any physical pain you could ever feel. I know this from personal experience.
*sorry for taking so long*
Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tail Hiro Mashima does.

Lucy's pov:

My new therapist was really pretty. She has beautiful long white hair. She didn't look but in her mid 20's at most and she seems nicer than all of my previous therapists. Which I scared off like every other person in my life.

"Hello Lucy I'm your new therapist, my name is Mirajane but your welcome to call me Mira." She said smiling at me.

"Nice to meet you."

"So from what I've read it says that you frequently have panic attacks am I correct."

I nodded in response.

"It also says that your mentally unstable, So I've come up with something that may help you get rid of some of those built up feelings."

"Writing your feelings down, putting them into songs or writing poems is a great way to get rid of some of of those feelings and I want you to try doing one of those." She said placing a notebook on my lap as well as a pen.

"Do you really think this will help."

"Maybe, maybe not but that's why I want you to try it. If it makes it worse I will have you stop immediately. Are you okay with this." She asked.

"Yeah as long as it helps."

"I'm going to cut this appointment short so you can go back to your cell and start writing. The guards have been told to leave the chains off of your hands so you can write. This is a big risk I'm taking to help you so I expect you to be responsible. That being if you try to hurt anyone while your hands are unchained you will be shot." When she stopped talking she pressed a button that was on the wall beside her.

A few minutes later the guard from before walked in.

"It's time to go." He said as he picked up the pen and the notebook off my lap. After that I stood up and followed him back to my cell.

~time skip~

"Here ya go I hope you have fun writing." He took off the handcuffs and put the Chains on my ankles and walked out of my cell.

I guess I'll try writing a poem. I sighed

It took me a while to put my feelings into words but when I did the outcome wasn't what I thought.

I hear the screams
I hear my name
There calling out to me
It's driving me insane

I've got a Secret inside and I'm hiding it from you
I've got a story and a past
I've got a secret in my glass

Falling hard falling fast
Your goin down in my mind
I've got the moon and the stars
I got the Rhythm in your hearts

Maybe I'm gone here
Maybe I'm strong here or i'm lost and on my way
No one to save me from this pain
No one to help me fade away

I lay on the ground
Someone save me
I'm falling fast
I'm going down and i'm falling apart

Lost in crowd with no one I know
Don't know who I am or where to go
No place to be
No home for me

The screams are back
There calling my name
Screaming for help to take away the pain
*I wrote this freshman year*

I dropped the pen and paper and started shaking.

"Some one help me, I can't take it anymore!", It's everywhere their blood my families blood. He's hurting them. Why can't I stop him if don't wanna hear their screams anymore! "Make them stop! I don't wanna hear there screams anymore! It hurts, just make it stop, please make it stop!" The killer walked over to me and sat down,"No don't hurt me!" I yelled.

I looked down and all I see was blood. All over my arms all over my face all over me. "It's all over me, get it off!"

"I'm so going to get in trouble for this." A voice said from outside the cell.

The light above the door lit up and the pink haired guard rushed over to me.

"Calm down your okay." He said.

"Blood its everywhere, it's all over me."

"There's no blood your gonna be fine." He said picking me up.

He walked over to the bed with me still in his arms and sat down.

"No get away, run he's gonna kill you like he killed them." I said pushing myself out of his arms.

"No ones here but me and you he's not going to hurt me." He said standing up.

I looked around the room to see he was right.

"It happened again. I'm so sorry."

He pulled me into his warm embrace.

"Please don't apologize."

I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his uniform.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Your welcome, and I'm glad your okay now." He said letting go.

"NATSU ARE YOU WANTING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!" I looked toward the door to see a guard with raven hair standing in the doorway.

I walked back to my bed and sat down.

"I don't kill people who are kind to me." I whispered as I pulled my knee's to my chest. Not like they heard me though.

Natsu's pov:

"Shit," I muttered as I turned toward him.

"Whats up Gray?"

"You know your not suppose to be in here unless your escorting her somewhere or giving her, her meds!"

"I know but she started screaming so I wanted to calm her down."

"Your kindness if gonna get you fucking killed man." He said shaking his head.

"Probably," I laughed.

"Well it's my shift now so come on and get out of here before the psycho decides to kill us." He said grabbing my arm and pushing me out of the cell.

"I wouldn't kill the only person who treats me like I'm actually human. You on the other hand I have no problem with!"

"Wait, are you friends with this psychopath!" He backed away from me.

"No I'm not her friend. I'd have to be desperate to be friends with someone who gets enjoyment from killing people," I said closing the door.

"Good and just so you know you can't just go running in there every time she has a panic attack because she has them a lot. "

"I know."