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(I deserve to bleed) by sushi soucy

TW TW TW TW TW this has mentions of self harm self hettred and attempted hurting self if you don't like this please this chapter isnt for you

Title: when there's light there's shadows

In the heart of Hermitcraft, a city where hopes collided with reality, a young woman named Gem navigated the crowded streets with a heaviness draping over her. Her fiery red hair glinted under the neon lights, and her striking green eyes often scanned the faces of passersby, searching for understanding, for connection, or maybe just a reflection of her own turmoil.

Gem was aware of how she appeared to others—a vibrant flare against the monotonous backdrop of gray buildings. But inwardly, she felt like a ghost haunting her own life. She often leaned against walls, watching people with what she hoped to be an invisible barrier between them and her stormy thoughts.

"I want to rip out my intestines," she muttered under her breath, echoes of the lyrics of a song that felt too close to home. "I want to raise the money for plastic surgery." The desire to cover herself in scars wasn't just a metaphor; it was a longing for transformation, to feel something—anything—real.

Every corner of Hermitcraft felt loaded with unattainable perfection. The city sparkled with ambition; artists, entrepreneurs, and dreamers mingled, projecting their carefully curated selves, while Gem felt trapped in her own body, struggling against the reflection in the glass of a high-rise.

Across the bustling plaza, Pearl stood, her brown hair framing her face like a halo. With a gentle grace, she caught Gem's eye, her blue eyes overflowing with warmth. Pearl was the kind of person who radiated positivity, the kind that could make the dreariest day seem a little brighter. But like the city's skyline, Pearl hid her imperfections behind an immaculate surface.

As the two connected amid the chaos, their conversations turned deep—past the small talk, into the depths of insecurities. They shared late-night coffee under flickering street lamps, laughter mingling with tears as they poured out their realities to one another.

"Sometimes I feel like I punish my body because it's not good enough," Gem confessed one stormy night, raindrops mixing with the tears she tried to suppress. "The thoughts are like weeds in my mind, spreading and overtaking everything."

Pearl listened intently, her expression shifting from understanding to concern. "You don't deserve to bleed, Gem. You are beautiful as you are."

"But what if I don't feel beautiful?" Gem whispered, her voice breaking just slightly. "I want to be torn apart excruciatingly, just to feel something other than this numbness."

"The world tells us we aren't enough," Pearl replied softly, reaching out to take Gem's hand. "But I see you. You are more than your thoughts, more than your scars."

Their hands intertwined, a gentle reminder of connection—fragile yet strong. That night held a promise, an unspoken pact of resilience. They didn't just share vulnerabilities; they shared a vision—a dream that perhaps, through love and understanding, they could find a better place within themselves.

Days turned into weeks, and they became staples in each other's lives, walking the streets of Hermitcraft like explorers in search of meaning. Pearl took Gem to art galleries filled with colors that seemed to jump off the canvas. Gem introduced Pearl to underground music shows where bright lights flickered, pulling the raw emotions out of the shadows.

Yet, in the cool embrace of laughter, Gem's internal struggle remained, growing like a weed within her soul. One evening, as they sat side by side on a crumbling rooftop overlooking the dazzling city lights, Gem's melancholy crept back. "I want to fly away from my own skin and find a better place," she breathed into the quiet night.

Pearl leaned into her, their shoulders touching. "You do know you're allowed to feel that way, right? Seeking a new path doesn't mean you're weak. It means you're human."

In the moments of silence that followed, the city hummed below, alive and ever-pulsing. Gem closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't need to punish her body to find solace. Perhaps the scars she craved were metaphorical, signs of survival instead of shame.

As the weeks turned into months, Gem and Pearl found ways to lift each other. They visited support groups, shared laughter and tears with faces that carried stories akin to their own. They discovered art as a mode of therapy—Gem painting vivid interpretations of their tangled emotions, while Pearl wrote poetry that resonated with their shared pain.

But just as the light began to break through the dark clouds of Gem's mental battles, she had a night—a dark night when the weeds seemed to suffocate her entirely. Standing in front of a mirror, she grasped a blade, the urge to reflect her inner turmoil clawing at her. She trembled, battling each thought that urged her to bleed.

"Gem..." a voice echoed from behind. It was Pearl, who had shown up unannounced, sensing the shift in their connection. She approached cautiously, arms open. "Please don't. You don't have to go through this alone."

With trembling hands, Gem dropped the blade. Tears streamed down her face; she finally allowed the floodgates to open.

Together, they sank into a web of vulnerability—a warmth enveloped them. Pearl wrapped her arms around Gem, grounding her in a storm threatening to tear her apart. "I see you," Pearl whispered, "And no matter what, you're enough. Let's find the light in this dark together."

In that embrace, Gem realized something deeply important: while the city of Hermitcraft was vast, she didn't have to navigate it alone. Pearl's presence illuminated a path through the shadows.

With each passing day, the weeds began to recede, replaced by understanding and genuine love. The scars they both shared neither defined them nor bound them; instead, they became symbols of their survival, their fight, and eventually, their hope.

In the bustling heart of Hermitcraft, surrounded by the noise and dreams of its people, Gem and Pearl didn't just exist—they lived, they healed, and in their healing, they found a way to soar.

almost cried again, I cant keep doing sad things but if you feel this way just know, your allowed to feel that way, and societal norms are ALOT on us humans often seek to fit in but just know, you CAN go against them I believe in you guys I love you all and if you feel this way I encourage you to seek help and if not you can always talk with me(: ok? you got that, here's an internet hug so that I can try and heal you.

I love you all, from that one mental health freak who wants you to be okay and writes cringey fanfics hazy mind <3 :) 

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