Hermitcraft, Empires Smp & Life Series One-shots

Life Hurts [HC 7] (Angst|Hurt/Comfort) {JoeHills & Cleo}

This was a request! They have wanted to stay anonymous

The request was for angst|hurt/comfort failed suicide attempt (Another one :] )

Sooooo, TW: Suicide attempt

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He stood at the top of the tall building, looking out to the Hermiterranean Sea. He could see all of the shopping district if he turned around. But he didn't. He stared out into the ocean.

The brunette stood at the very edge. He could fall...

It would be so easy to fall.

He took a breath. Would he really leave his world? So many unfinished projects... It wasn't like he was going to get those done anyways. When he couldn't even form a poem, or a string of words, how was he supposed to finish everything unfinished?

He took a step, so all that kept him there was his ability to balance on his heels.

And he fell.

Cleo wandered around the large area of the shopping district. They had soon found herself in Aquatown, the beautifully crafted area made by Scar. There were some very high buildings... They shuttered at a few thoughts that passed through her head.

She continued her wandering. Their eyes traveled from the top of the tallest building, to the bottom. It was quite tall-

And there they saw someone...

More over, a body.

Her feet carried her quickly over to the bleeding boy.

"Joe!?"

He still had a pulse, but he was unconscious...

His head hurt... Everything was pain.

And he was alive...

Joe slowly let his eyes flutter open, a familiar stone ceiling above him. It was his own building.

"W-what...?" Joe managed to croak out.

"You're awake!" A familiar voice spoke, footsteps following, "Are you able to drink a potion for me? Do you need help sitting up?"

"Cle... C-Cleo..?"

"Yeah, it's me, Joe. Do you need help sitting up?"

Joe attempted to shift a bit, groaning quietly in pain. Cleo took that as a yes, slowly helping the brunette sit up. "Open your mouth." Cleo instructed, Joe doing so. Carefully, she poured a sweet, red potion down his throat. "Swallow it all."

Joe took a few long breaths after finishing the potion. "Cleo..."

"Hm?"

"Why am I still alive..?" The question was quiet. Cleo went silent for a moment, before speaking.

"Because, I found you, and got Stress to help me keep you alive..." Cleo mumbled, before asking, "Did you want to die?"

"I- I mean... I did fall for a reason..."

Cleo took a seat down onto the bed next to Joe. "We all care about you. You know that, right? If you need to talk to someone, you always can."

"I... I know, but I really hate to bother someone with my stupid mental health."

"You don't bother anyone." Cleo ran a hand through Joe's hair, getting him to look at her, "People come to you all the time for stuff. You can come to us."

"But-"

"Joe. We care." Cleo sighed as Joe opened his mouth to speak again, though they quickly interrupted, "You can come to any of us just to talk. Do I need to get you a therapist?"

"I am a therapist."

"And you need a therapist. Should I talk to Doc?"

"I don't want to-"

"You are not going to bother him."

Joe sighed, leaning his head onto the zombie's shoulder, "Cleo... Why is life so difficult?"

"I have no idea. But I will tell you, death is just as bad." Cleo mumbled, "And painful..."

"Cleo, are you always going to be here for me?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you... Thank you, Cleo..."

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