Minecraft Drabbles

Reminders (Slurpie) [Minecraft Drabble #3]

R {Fluff}

Warnings: self-harm, abuse

A Slurpie fic in which Mitch carries scars, both physically and emotionally.

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Mitch keeps the scars on his body as a reminder. Like, the messy, crude collection of scars on Mitch's biceps are from when his parents screamed at him, attacking him with words and punches alike. The scars on his chest and collarbones are from when he came out as gay, how everyone tormented him. There a three lockets cut into the dip of his left collarbone. Two of them have x's through them. For each of his boyfriends. There are twenty-five neat, orderly lines cut into his left side, for each of the times Mitch has had sex. There are six neat, orderly lines cut into his right side, for each of the times the sex wasn't under his consent. There's a volcano etched, much like a tattoo, on the inside of Mitch's left thigh. One of his past lovers added a new scar to his collection. There's a signature, "Nooch" carefully etched in capital letters on Mitch's hip. Not to mention the eight cigarette burns, four on each of his thighs, each for every time he tried to commit suicide.

But Mitch thinks that he won't need to add anymore scars or burns to his collection, as Jerome, a.k.a. Locket Number Three, whispers quiet "I love you's" into Mitch's hair.

Jerome loves him. Jerome would never hurt him.

"I love you, too," Mitch answers, turning his head to look at his lover. Jerome grins.

"Then we're both on the same page, aren't we, biggums?"

"Forever," Mitch agrees.

"Yep. We'll always be on the same page. It'll probably get to the point where we-"

"Finish our sentences for each other." Mitch grins.

"Yeah, dude," Jerome replies, absent-mindedly rubbing circles into the back of Mitch's left hand.

"I love you, Bacca." Mitch looks up at Jerome, using the affectionate nickname that Mitch'd given him.

"And I you, Benja," Jerome says, looking down at him.

. . .

Mitch sits on the floor of his and Jerome's room, cleaning out his old things. He comes upon a razor covered with dried blood. Without a second glance, Mitch throws it into the trash can. He won't need it anymore.

He won't need his reminders anymore. Not with Jerome by his side.