Stash of Minecraft One Shots

Merome #I don't know anymore

"Mitch no don't go!" Jerome cried, his heart clenching in his chest. But Mitch ignored him. His cries went unnoticed, and he watched helplessly as Mitch stomped out the door, slamming it behind him. Jerome collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking his chest. He curled into a ball, arms wound tightly around his knees. His life line, had been suddenly ripped away, and now he was falling, falling into a deep hole. Jerome tried to dry his tears, but they wouldn't stop. He stumbled to his feet, and into the bathroom. He placed his hands on either side of the porcelain sink, and looked at his reflection. Horrid, like always. "Your perfect to me Biggums." Mitch's words circled Jerome's head, and he snorted. 

"Hmph, I am not perfect." Jerome glared at his reflection. Big nose, splotchy skin, acne. He sat on the toilet, and pulled out a razor blade. He'd never tried cutting, Ty told him it had always been his last resort until Adam rescued him. Last resorts. Jerome pressed the blade to his arm, wincing as he felt the blade cut through his skin. It was like cutting through thick cheese. He dragged it, leaving a gaping red line on his arm. It felt like he was letting out his frustration. Thick blood dripped down his arm, and he stared at it. Then with reflexes like lightning, he threw the razor blade away from him, and clutched his arm to his chest. Why the hell did he do that? He gazed dully at razor, feeling blood soak into his clothes. What was wrong with him? He cried again, salty tears mixing with the blood, making the wound sting. He cried out all his tears, dry sobbing without the tears. A door opened in the house, and then shut. He heard it, but didn't bother. Blood still poured from the wound on his arm, his jacket and shirt soaked with blood. He registered when there was a gasp. His head snapped up to meet a pair of warm brown eyes. 

"Oh no, biggums. What did you do?" Mitch squatted down and pulled Jerome into his arms. A new wave of tears came on, and he sobbed into Mitch's chest. His vision tinged black, and Mitch pulled away, snapping his fingers in front of Jerome's face.

"Dude, dude don't do this to me. Come on, stay awake for me Biggums." 

"Love you biggums. Don't forget it." Jerome whispered, before his vision went dark. 

"Jerome please, wake up. I love you." Jerome heard a broken voice cry. There was a weight on his chest, and he wanted to wake up. He tried to open his eyes. They seemed like sandbags, but he did it anyways. Mitch was lying on his chest. He groaned, and closed his eyes again.  "Jerome?" 

"Yeah?" He said, his voice dry and scratchy. He opened his eyes again to look at Mitch.

"Oh my god!" Mitch showered his face with kisses, tears rushing from the big brown eyes. 

"Mitch," Jerome croaked out, wrapping his arms around Mitch. "What happened to me?"

"You cut too deep. You were bleeding for six hours before I found you. You've been in a coma for two months now." Jerome buried his head in Mitch. 

"I'm sorry for leaving you." He muttered. Mitch lifted his head and looked at him.

"Why are you sorry, I was the one who walked out on you. I'm the one who left and made you cut. Its my fault you're here." Jerome pulled Mitch close, and they cuddled in the small hospital bed. 

"Lets just say its both our faults and we should forget about it. Okay?"  Jerome said, and Mitch nodded. 

"Of course Biggums. Of course."

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I have never cut before, and I never will, I just thought I would try writing about it. I have had friends who did or still do. I cannot say this is what everyone feels when they cut cause I obviously never did cut but this is just something to write for ya'll. DON'T DO DRUGS DO CHOCOLATE AND COUNTRY MUSIC. ByE my lovelies =) (pedo smileyface)