Theme: angst

Plot: False discovers a journal and ,upon reading it, she and the other hermits discover someone's dark thoughts, and X calls a meeting, and multiple people notice Ren is acting a bit off.

Warnings: Cussing, Self harm, suicidal thoughts, if either of these trigger you, feel free to leave now.

Enjoy!
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It was a normal day in hermitcraft.

Until a strange book was found.

"Who's is it?", "Why is it just out in the open?", Questions were still buzzing, as X brushed them away. "We'll find out soon enough. He continued to read it aloud. " 'I have seven more cuts on my arms. My wrists look like notebook paper now. What'll I do if they found out? I'd just run. Run to a place where I don't feel useless. Probably, if I didn't think, I could cut my throat open and they wouldn't find out. Well, maybe another day.'", X looked up, a glint of worry shining in his eye.

" 'I learned that normally, if you don't say anything, you can't say anything wrong. I told Doc that tridents suck, and he started yelling at me, i didn't know what to do, so I just sat there. God, I'm an idiot. I still haven't apologized. For all I know is that I'm just a stupid hippy who lives in a dry-ass dessert.'", X stopped there, and let his gaze fall onto the hermits, locking his eyes into Ren, who'd been looking down the whole time. "Ren.", The admins words made the brunette snap out of his thoughts "Huh-what- oh..", He felt his ears flatten as he rubbed his scar-ridden arms, hidden from view of everyone. "Show me your arms.", X said, firmly. "W-why?", suddenly, he started getting a bit defensive. "Arms. Now.", The other spoke. "No!", He gritted his teeth. "Now.", X narrowed his eyes.

"F-Fine.", Ren revealed both his wrists, nothing, although it did seem a little odd to Stress in particular that he had been so defensive of not revealing his arms, and she thought, what if he had used something to cover his forearms? "Ren, love. Can you come here for a sec?", She asked, as Ren hesitantly complied. Taking his lower arm in her hand, she used the edge of her jacket to rub of what seemed to her caked on concealer. And when she did so, the healing lines were revealed, and everyone gasped and broke out into a cacophony of worried exclaims. Until Ren quieted everyone. "It's all good, really. It- It was from when.. I was fighting off some zombies!", He stammered a lie.

"No, that's not it.", Grian stood from his chair.

"Ren, is something wrong?"

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HOOOOOO BOY THAT WAS AWFUL-

It's midnight don't yell at me plz-