-DISCONTINUED- Watcher Grian stuff. Title coming as soon as I think of one.

The Photo

Chapter Two

T/W: self harm

Grian's POV

I woke up surprisingly comfy, considering I didn't remember sleeping in any type of bed. That's when I realized he was heled by Mumbo. I let out a small sound of surprise, waking the slumbering redstoner. Mumbo mumbled something like "just five more munutzzz..." before remembering what happened the night before and jolting awake, this time the Englishmen startling the me. "Ack!" I  shouted when the mustachioed man tried to stand up with me still in his lap, The two of us falling down into a giggling heep of flailing arms and legs. Finally, we stood up, and i just barely managed not to laugh at Mumbo's disheveled appearance.

That's when I remembered what had happened last night. My joyful excretion vanished. The night before my prized and most valuable position had gone missing. It wasn't something dumb like a diamond or my first pickaxe, it was a picture of what my life had been like before. It was from my first day of high school, before everything happened. Me and my best, and at the time, only, friend Tartus, standing next to me. We were grinning like doofuses, standing next to each other in our uniforms underneath a tall, old, and magustic tree. If trees could talk, this one would have done so for hours, telling anyone who bothered to listen centrees worth of stories and wisdom. I missed that tree, but what I miss more was Tartus himself.

I close my eyes against the memories, trying not to let it show. It was obvious that my friends were worried about me, although they tried to hide it. I look back at Mumbo. He was giving me an 'are you ok???' Look, so I let out a forced smile. Mumbo continued to frown but ignored my appearance, instead focusing on his own and blushing. 

"How about we go to our bases and clean up and then meet up to talk about this?" Mumbo asks. I nod, but know I won't be taking any time soon. I painfully pull on my elytra over my wings, and rocket off towards my base. After only a few moments, I arrive at my hobbit hole, since i still wasn't moved into my mansion. I took a shower, washed my face, put on a different sweeter, which was also red, and ran a brush through my hair. Then i collapsed onto my bed. I knew i had already searched the entire house for the photo, but maybe, just maybe in my panicked state, i missed it or forgot to check somewhere. 

I searched the house, the surrounding area, the shopping district, my mansion, and everywhere else i could remember being the day before. Nothing. I was past 'panic mode', so i didn't have an other panic attack, instead now going into 'planing mode' where i ignore the panic and focus on solving my problem. I thought. I could use, no. I can't. If i use magic, they will be able to find me. 

At that moment, my communicator dings. I hold up my wrist to look at the message.

<MumboJumbo>grian? U there?

<MumboJumbo> I've been waiting for 5 min

<MumboJumbo> u good?

I sigh and turn off my communicator without answering. I lay on my bed, and stared silently crying. I don't know what to do with all the feelings. I'm able to temporarily ignore them when I'm in planing mode, but not for long. That's when I remember. There's a knife in the kitchen. 

I stand up, wiping the tears off my face. I walk over to the kitchen and grab the knife from the drawer. I shudder, remembering what had been done with a knife before, but continue, walking into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, i roll up my right sleeve, hold the knife to my skin, take a deep breath, and cut. "1... 2... 3..." i mutter to my self. Three red lines appear on my arm, parallel to each other. The pain calms me. My breathing eased, i bandage my arm and lay down. Tired from crying, i fall asleep. 

(~680 words. Yes i did change 3rd person to first. DON'T ASK! Mumbo's pov will still be in 3rd person. Yes, I can't spell third. WAIT I JUST DID!!!!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Byeeeeee.......)

And good unspecified time of day or night!