CHAPTER 1 - Pain:
The sun rose on another cloudy, windy day in Minecraftia, the leaves and grass shaking with the intense wind, the sky above threatening to downpour on the
earth below. Steve sighed, putting his pickaxe back into the holder he had just taken it out of, and turned quickly to face behind him as he heard footsteps.
You were staring at him, battered, bruised, bleeding... and in excruciating pain - holding your arm in your hand - you collapsed into his arms, sobbing
loudly. Steve held you, clearly confused and scared by your appearance, "{Y-your name}! W-what happened to you?!" He asked you, leading you to the
'bathroom', which in reality was more of a storage room for medical supplies with a shower in there too. "Alright uh, first c-clean yourself off, I'll uh,
get some bandages ready for you.." He muttered, turning his back from you. You stripped yourself of all your clothes slowly, sobbing from the pain, shivering
from the breeze coming through the open window. You stepped into the running shower and closed the curtain, sobbing even louder as the warm water hit and ran
down your bruised skin and open wounds. Steve could hear you sobbing, and held back tears from hearing his best friend of many years in this much pain,
"{Your name}, just clean yourself quickly, I got the bandages ready for you as soon as you get out." You nodded, even though he couldn't see you do so, and
started rubbing soap over your body, holding back loud yells everytime soap ran through your open wounds. A mix of lather and blood drained out of the tub
along with the remaining droplets of water as you pulled open the curtain. Steve stood there, covering his eyes with one arm and holding a towel with the
other extended towards you. The last thing before blacking out, is the sound of screaming from Steve and the feeling of him grabbing you.