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WARNING: Heavy content (depression, and cutting)

Every Bit Of You

When I love you…
I adore every bit of you…
each and every part of your soul…
every dream and every heartache…
when I hold your hand,
I hold all your dreams and
your broken soul too…
let me help you with the pain
and help you soothe it and
calm it so we can make way for
our dreams to turn into reality….
our love is not limited to here
and now or just restricted to
our bodies but it's the merger of souls…
where distance doesn't matter
and love is timeless and unlimited.
-Neena Gupta

Chloe Beale doesn't cry. Despite all the happiness, bubbliness, and admittance to her emotions, she refuses to cry. You can blame it on her pride, her need to be perfect, or simply on the fact that she truly doesn't care. But Chloe cares, she over cares in fact. Meeting a woman such as herself is a privilege in a world as corrupt as ours, so finding someone as special as the Red Head is almost like winning the lottery.

She does have her heartaches though. The last time this woman got a good cry was junior year of high school. The year that she cut too deep and felt all the regret flush out of her system as most of her blood pooled around her feet at the floor. She was admitted to the hospital, taken in for a 72 hour psych watch, and then released with the promise to go to group therapy for the rest of her time in high school.

Why would a girl such as herself cut? Why would someone with such a great personality harm herself? Because there are facades and there is makeup to cover the scars. Because people don't need to feel pain for her just because she is in pain. It was the fear that her parents would feel bad for her, that they would ignore her little brother and, at the time, baby sister. It was also because the bullying pushed her into a down spiral, but she refused to let it take control of her whole life. But when you don't outwardly express the pain, you innards begin to go mad. Much like you do. So the 16 year old Beale took a razor to herself, thinking of no greater harm then a small lesion across the wrist for every bad comment, every rejected friendship, every harmful hand that has been put on her. Over the course of five weeks Chloe drew 124 lines on her arms, 10 on her thighs, and three per hip. She felt no relief anymore. So she decided more blood. And that's when the razor went in too deep.

That's the old Chloe though. After months of monitoring, body checks from her parents (much to her refusal), and forced group meetings, Chloe was free to go to Barden University, a seven hour drive away from her home in Florida, much to her parents dismay. But she was better. And the bullying finally stopped by the last month of senior year, leaving the woman with an unlocked chain and weight attached her to her foot. With the new found freedom she ran. She ran right into the arms of Beca Mitchell. The love of her life.

Beca didn't have it easy growing up. Fighting parents, heated arguments, and being stuck in the cross fire of one argument that led to a remote control being thrown a little off and smacking her square in the jaw. She was ten when this happened. Her mother left that night in shame of her actions and never came back, leaving a wifeless husband and motherless child. Beca cried for her mom, she cried for her dad, and she cried for herself.

While the badass Mitchell has a reputation to maintain, after moving to Barden University, upon her fathers request and somewhat forceful demands, she was able to become more open about a lot of her emotions with her friends. These mainly consisted of confusion, question, and joy. She had no need to worry about her family life anymore because this was her new family and they were perfect, well almost perfect (with the exception of their quirks).

Chloe and Beca made a solid couple. These two were the kind of people that you would find on instagram and comment "#relationshipgoals" because that's what they were. Everyone wanted to have what they have. Beca and Chloe didn't just look at each other adoringly. They shared their little things like holding each others pinky's when their hand's couldn't reach, or nuzzling noses before a kiss if one of them said something super cheesy. Chloe would lay her head on Beca's lap on the couch while the brunette worked on her mixes, the laptop rested on the coffee table so the both could see. Their relationship could fool anyone into believing they have been together for over five years, yet this one and half year old love was simply breaking barriers faster than ever.

Chloe knew of Beca's family problems.

Beca knew of Chloe's self harm and bullying struggles.

Neither did anything but embrace each other and their pasts.

Chloe knew that Beca cried when they began to argue because she refuses to become like her parents.

Beca knew that Chloe only cried, if at all lightly, when she cried because that's how they worked. You cry, I cry. There was no way around it. But Beca knew that Chloe never cried for her own reasons.

So that's why when she entered the Bella house Thursday evening to quiet, and nothing more her heart began to race.

"Beca, you home?" Emily called from the kitchen, getting her attention. The brunette made her way to the eating area and found the Bella's scattered around, some of them holding boxes of cereals or bags of chips as snacks, making light conversation. Possibly too light.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking to Amy who sat on the counter edge with the box of fruit loops.

"The red head came home about thirty minutes ago crying her pretty eyes out. Legacy and Ashley tried to get her out of your room but she won't budge." Amy explained, shoving more of the sugar cereal in her mouth.

"Oh man." Beca dropped her laptop bag on the counter and threw her purse at Jessica, running from the room and heading for the stairs.

"She's probably stressed about the Worlds." Cynthia Rose called, trying to give a distant comfort. Beca brushed the idea off quickly as she flew for the room she shared with the red head and lightly tapped the door, testing the doorknob.

"Chlo, baby, it's me. Please let me in." The brunette whispered, pressing her forehead against the door and banister, right where the two meet. "I don't know what's wrong but if you explain it to me we can work it out. I'm not leaving, Love."

"Becs, it hurts." She heard the voice and her heart began to race again, pounding blood through her ears.

"What hurts?" She asks, wiggling the doorknob a little more frantically.

"I-I can't get it to stop." She heard the sob as Chloe became more frantic herself. Her breathing was obviously labored and Beca was about ready to break the door down.

"Unlock the door." She said, trying to keep her voice even as to not freak Chloe nor herself out. Thankfully Chloe didn't need to be told twice and clicked the lock out of place as commanded to. Beca threw the door open and broke at the sight of her girlfriend pressing a towel to her wrist as blood spotted the floor, her shirt, and the once white towel.

"I didn't want to do it." Chloe shuddered through her words as Beca fell to the floor by her girlfriend's side.

"Let me see." The petit woman said, using careful fingers to hold onto the shaky red head's grip. "You don't need stitches. You just cut a little too deep. Baby, how'd this happen?" Instantly the sobs became louder as Chloe shook her head and covered her eyes in shame. "Hey, baby, look at me. Whatever it is, it's okay. I promise it will be okay." The woman said, cupping the cheeks of her broken love and carefully pressing the hand away with her thumbs.

"She was just like me." The words were a whimper and cracked near the end, making Beca raise a suspicious eyebrow.

"Who was like you? Deep breaths my love, I know you can get through this." Beca pressed a gentle kiss to Chloe's nose and nuzzled their faces closely, forehead against forehead as Beca blew light air into her girlfriend's face to keep her calm. Tears have began to trek down her own face as she watched Chloe suffer through this heart ache. She slowly began to connect the puzzle pieces. Bit after bit ideas popped in Beca's mind, primarily because she realized that Chloe was volunteering at the choir in the local Elementary School. "Was it someone at the school?" She finally asked, receiving a nod from her girlfriend, albeit a little weak from all her tears.

"Sh-she was so sad. And tho-those monste-ers wouldn't le-leave." Chloe inhaled sharply and released another sob before finding light composure to continue explaining. "She's ten. I found her hiding at recess in one of the music room closets. She was scared and I pried for her that this group of older girls was beating her up on the playground. How can someone hurt such a fragile person?"

"Baby, I don't know why people do things, especially to people with hearts like yours, but it happens and it sucks. Sweetheart, you can't let those bad thoughts haunt you. It's consuming you. I love you, every last bit of you, and no bully, asshole, or living thing could change that. That little girl will find someone who loves her through all her pain one day, and she will look back to those bullies and remember that when she felt weak she was still getting stronger." Chloe gave a weak smile and shut her eyes, running over the words Beca had said.

"What about now though? She's getting beat up and no one is protecting her." The red head finally said, making Beca smile lightly in return.

"I guess she needs to have some older, cooler kids like us to help her out. Maybe even a whole a cappella group." The brunette hinted, winking at her girlfriend.

"Really?"

"Of course. Sometimes you need some defenses to prove you aren't as weak as everyone says you are." Beca explained, running her hand through Chloe's locks as she tucked the hair behind her ear. "You don't have good things running through your mind, so I'm going to be your wall and I'm going to protect you like all of us are going to protect that little girl."

"Thank you, Becs." Chloe pressed her lips to Beca's and finally sighed in content, knowing her mind couldn't harm her anymore with her warrior princess there to save her.

"I love you so much." Beca mumbled, kissing Chloe all over the face, emitting squeals from the victim.

"I love you more, you crazy animal!" The red head demanded, trying to conquer the petit woman by kissing her face all over in return.

"Come on, let me fix you up." Beca finally said, rising off the floor and assisting Chloe to the washroom where the red head sat on the counter edge and watched as her girlfriend worked on the bloodied line. Once bandaged, Beca leant forward and kissed the arm of her love whispering, "Every bit of you." Because that was the only 'I love you' Chloe would ever need to hear to feel good about herself.

So this is a new story of one shots. Heres the first one. I know that I have a somewhat similar one already posted but I wanted to write a heavy piece on someone who seems so indestructible. No matter how you put yourself out in the world, we all have our own problems on our shoulders and if doesn't make us any weaker than you believe. Something you need to be pulled back in life so then you can get launched into something great.

Next Update: October 9th

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