Beyond the sweater *COMPLETED*

Chapter 1~ Concealed

*set in season 6*
It was a normal day on hermitcraft and Grian was working on his base. Suddenly, he heard fireworks go by. The moustached man landed beside Grian as he was working on the middle layer of his base.
"Good morning G" he said in a excitable tone.
"Me and a few other hermits are gonna go down by the beach and swim in the ocean for a bit, want to join?"
Grian thought for a moment before he remembered his secret.
"Sorry Mumbo but I really need to finish this layer, maybe next time" The dirt blond politely replied.
Mumbo was a  saddened by this and it showed, but bid him fair well and took off to the beach.

Grian was sad at the limitations he had, truthfully he wanted to go but he was being held back. The others didn't know what he was keeping and he was afraid to tell them. He kept working until night fell. He lay in bed but couldn't get the thought of Mumbo's sad face out of his mind, he seemed so upset when Grian declined the offer and it hurt him that he was the cause.
'Your a horrible person'
'How could you do that to him'
Bad thoughts cluttered the young hermit's mind as he lay still. Even though he knew the event it's self wasn't that bad, he felt it was due to how many times before he had said no to the raven haired hermit.

The thoughts got worse as he remembered those times.
'He hates you'
'Everyone hates you'
'You should cut yourself off from them'
'They wouldn't miss you if you were gone'
He couldn't handle the pain of these thoughts swimming in his mind, he need some kind of escape.
He slowly got up and walked to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and noticed several tears streaming down his face, he wanted it all to stop. He saw part of the mirror was chipped off and lying on the sink. He picked it up and saw a sharp end to it.
He couldn't do it....could he?
1...
2...
3....
. . .
10?!
He suddenly dropped the blade and looked at his arm, covered in blood. He quickly opened the cabinet below his sink and rummaged through it for bandages. He wrapped up his arm and stepped out of the bathroom, he felt...better. Had it worked? As foolish as he knew it was, the physical pain countered the mental pain and it felt...nice?
As much as it hurt, he had to do it. There was no other way to get rid of these emotions....but what would the others think?

He decided not to dwell on it and to just go to sleep. Soon he was fast asleep, there were no intrusive thoughts to keep him, awake. He finally got a good nights rest.