TRIGGER WARNING: for details of self harm and mentions of suicide however there are NO major character deaths.

This story is a customised fanfiction challenge I made for myself. I have a list of 100 prompts taken from topic/44309/57910578/1/ and I am to write a drabble for each of them which is to be exactly 100 words. Prompts are to be used in order for the Bechloe pairing and just to make it a bit more interesting, I'm making the drabbles flow into one continuous long story. The prompt word is at the top of each paragraph.

Beauty
Beauty is entirely subjective as I've learnt. This woman in front of me does not see herself as beautiful and has tried to physically show her thoughts in the way she has attacked herself. She's tried to personify her inner picture of herself by marking the canvas of her skin but Beca, don't you know that the body and soul you see as unlovable is so highly sought after? I promise Beca that when you wake up I will make sure you see what I see and I will make sure you never forget how beautiful you are to me.

Love
"Love is not something you can control, it just happens. You love a person and all their faults are gone, meaningless as they're idolised. Beca you are perfect and there is no need for you to hurt yourself this way, I only wish that I could make you see what I see or at least trust me when I say that I love you. Though maybe if I can't get through to you, a taste of your own medicine will help you realise how I feel on this." Chloe pulls out a pocket knife and holds it to her skin.

Dream
This can't be happening. But it is, oh why can't this be a dream?! Why would she say these things? She can't really mean to do this to herself can she?
"Chloe, put the knife down," Beca deflates and the tears return once more, "I don't want you to cut yourself."

"Then you know how I feel?" Chloe's hand shakes slightly, she doesn't want to do this but she presses the blade against her skin, she's bluffing but she needs to make Beca believe her.

"Yes! Just please stop!" Beca pleads, stepping forward.

"I can say the same to you."

Haunted
Seeing Chloe hold the Swiss Army knife to her skin haunts Beca as the two standoff in the living room. But Chloe has reached her limit; she's tried to help and had to sit by watching as Beca spirals lower and lower into herself. If she can't pull Beca out of this descent into madness then she may fall right down there with her, stuck in a place of purgatory, unable to help themselves let alone each other. It reminds Chloe of her haunted past encounters with the darkness Beca faces and she knows she can't fall into that again.

Memory
Chloe remembers her bouts of depression as a teenager and young adult before she found her feet, she remembers lowly nights of knee hugging and wracking sobs, she can remember lying in a cold bed at night and soaking her pillow with tears. She remembers finding friends again and with their combined efforts she found a way to beat the urges to punish herself. She remembers seeing Beca in that hospital bed with bandages around her legs and she can't take it anymore. Once was enough, she doesn't want to go through this again, it's make or break time now.

Fragile
The two stand now at their wits end, their relationship hangs in the fragile balance of how this fateful night will end. They could both end up bleeding their hearts out to each other or they could end up torn apart, destroyed by the void that's eating through the DJ and sent their separate ways. But Chloe knows that if she walks through that front door now the next thing she will be doing is giving Mr Mitchell her condolences. Humans are an odd mix of fragile and strong and Chloe sees this in Beca even as they face off.

Celebration
But Beca breaks. Chloe's demonstration has hit home and tonight is a cause for celebration, they've made it out with their lives though their relationship is as intact as Beca's skin; some old scars and some fresh wounds of varying depths and degrees, but together they're starting the slow process to heal. The two wrecks meld together in sorrow, tears a plenty as they hold each other on the couch. As with a book when one chapter ends another begins and for the two women this night marks the start of a new beginning in saving Beca and their relationship.

Secret
Together their secrets spill into the chilly air of the dark early morning, funny how the lack of light makes our verbal filters fall away. Together they cry as they tell each other the truth of the last few weeks' events, they can't stop themselves as they trade tales of blood dealings on late evenings in high school, as they recall old methods of pain and evasion of suspicion. Together they rinse their hearts out of the poison they've been keeping inside and purge all their angst ridden self-deprecating thoughts and find solace in the each other's new found love.

Promise
Together they promise to support to each other, to, despite their strong emotional connection and aversion to hurting each other, be brutally honest with each other in the future with regards to how they feel. After all, this whole mess of heartache could have been avoided if they'd only gotten up the courage to talk to each other sooner. Their promise to each other is not one of romantic intent or of fidelity but of one to be whole heartedly honest to each other and to themselves. Together they promise to stop hurting themselves, each other and their combined relationship.

Innocence
When Aubrey finds the couple later that same morning curled around each other on the couch at their recital shed, she finds there is an odd mix of mature innocence to the air. There is an obvious sexual element in the two sleeping on a small couch yet there is a defined sense of innocent intimacy in the way the two cling to each other as if for survival. Though the comment is not so far from the truth, the two really do depend on each other for support, comfort and help after their long and heartfelt discussion that morning.

Moonlight
Chloe expects to her open her eyes and see a vision of a sleeping Beca beside her, the lunar light shining through the wide windows of the building and illuminating the area enough for her to navigate to the bathroom. But instead she finds startlingly sharp piercing sunlight burning her unready retina's and she squints down at Beca, a hand resting on the woman's chest, the other supporting her weight as she leans over the DJ. Daylight means a new day and new challenges to face as they move on together. Like there is strength in numbers they're inseparable now.

Whisper
"We fell asleep," Chloe whispers though she doesn't question why.
"Yeah you did," A voice whispers back in her ear and Chloe jumps. It's Aubrey.
"Jesus when did you get here?" Chloe grumbles, her peaceful moment with Beca shattered by Aubrey's presence.
"An hour ago," Aubrey leaves the couple and flips the whiteboard to show everything that she's written on it, "I have ideas for a new outfit," she says proudly.
"Hey," Beca whispers to Chloe, tapping her arm, "Thankyou."
"You're welcome," she whispers back and gently kisses her, "Thankyou for listening."
Beca gives a small half smile in reply.

Echo
There's a faint echo of heartbreak left on Chloe's heart that sleep hasn't been able to eradicate, much to her despair, but as she holds her hand out to Beca to pull her up from the couch, she sees the feeling is mutual- it's written in the smaller woman's awkward stance. Chloe feels she should have known that one nights heart to heart would not be enough but now that they are on the same page and remember how to communicate for a functioning relationship, they find it hard to stop talking, much to Aubrey's growing frustration at the pair.

Jealousy
Aubrey is not one to become jealous easily but she's starting to turn green with envy at the couple. Since the two become so entirely wrapped up in their own existence, Aubrey's found she can hardly get a word in when she needs to. And should she manage to split the two apart for more than a minute to discuss important Bella announcements, she finds that the two will still communicate with their fleeting glances. Watching the two support each other was a slap in the face for Aubrey, reminding her of how alone she was without the Bella's group.

Passion
There is just so much passion emanating from the pair of lovebirds. Like a baby learning to walk and then escalating to a run, the two women jump from talking constantly to confirming the believe of their words in action, finding refuge in their shared physical connection, a step up from their emotional bond. The two gain the strength to be apart again like normal couples and it fuels their evening reunions, the negativity is gone from Beca's life and with Chloe by her side she thrives. The marks her skin bore fade with passing time as does her pain.

Lies
But then Beca's father calls to tell her that her mother passed away in a three car pileup while she was on her way home a few days ago. He calls. He doesn't have the time to come and see her personally. Beca slips. She's alone when the she hangs up the phone and drops to the floor, clutching to her knees since her girlfriend is absent. She can't regulate the almost hyperventilating sobs that take her over. She can't control herself and so she falls back to the one thing she can manipulate. She lies to Chloe that night.

Regrets
Beca regrets lying to Chloe that night and the next morning when she wakes up she spontaneously bursts into tears upon the sight of her redheaded girlfriend in bed beside her. Chloe doesn't understand at first but Beca fills her in on the gaps in the events that occurred between Beca getting home and Chloe coming home to find her passed out on the floor. She doesn't need to tell Chloe that she regrets hiding her actions, Chloe reads it in her behaviour and unbeknownst to Beca, Chloe regrets not being able to piece it all together for herself sooner.

Trust
Beca is surprised when Chloe isn't mad at her; she had expected to be yelled at like a mother would an impudent child, she'd expected tears and questions of 'why', she had expected Chloe to be upset or angry but the woman utterly floored her with her response. She did none of the above things, just stared at the weeping brunette intently for a brief moment and then pulled her in for a kiss. She whispered words of love and affection, promising she understood and reminding Beca that she trusted and loved her. It completely blew Beca away with guilt.

Revenge
But Chloe would end up falling into the same pit, though her lie was by omission; she didn't tell Beca when her father came around looking for her. He wanted to reconnect with his daughter in the event of the loss of her mother. Chloe felt that Beca didn't need him in her life reminding her of heartaches of the past- heartaches he had a large hand in implementing. Not telling Beca about her fathers' visit and preventing their reunion was Chloe's revenge on the man for the pain he caused both women. She wouldn't let Beca be hurt again.

Beach
Chloe's plan fails however as Mr Mitchell makes more than one attempt to reconnect with his daughter. Even with all the Bella's misdirecting the man he still managed to catch up with her eventually, after all he is a professor with the university. Through a complex network of people he hears of where Beca will be in advance and he goes to find her at the beach one night. The two about their shared loss and Mr Mitchell apologises to his daughter for the harm he has caused her and inadvertently caused Chloe. Beca with her soft heart forgives him.

Midnight
Chloe and Beca found that when they need to talk freely and without inhibitions it's best if they talk at night, late at night, often in someplace that is not their shared residency. Any time after midnight works well for them though before works as well. It's something about the dark of the night that allows them to speak more freely with each other. Midnight is their downtime, their shared time, their time to come together and regroup, reconnect and remind themselves of their commitment to each other. It's also the time they find themselves confessing their misdeeds to each other.

Confessions
It's at one such moment that Chloe spills the beans and confesses to Beca her father's attempt to return into her life. She's not very good at lying and Chloe found herself second guessing her decision to try and cut Mr Mitchell off from Beca. So, guilt ridden she tells her partner the truth. But Chloe's confession is met with one of Beca's own; she'd withheld her meeting with her father on the beach. The two laugh at how terrible they've become at lying to each other over the years and it serves to remind them why they do this.

Crush
Then one night Beca is late home. Chloe makes it to their apartment and assumes that her girlfriend will be there already considering she herself is over half an hour late for dinner but when she climbs the stairs and opens the door, an apology already halfway out of her lips, she finds their home is dark and cold, no warm beautiful DJ to be seen. It's disappointing and she wonders why Beca didn't call her and tell her she was going to be late. They talk so frequently about everything that Chloe worries something has happened to her companion.

Chocolate
In her anxiety filled wait for her lover to return home she slips into the old habit of comfort food and scours the cupboard for sweets. Chloe finds an unopened block of chocolate and only briefly wonders why it wasn't eaten before, Beca and herself are both sweet tooths and candy in their house rarely last more than a day or two depending on the confectionary. But no matter how much chocolate she consumes, it cannot prepare her for the events that are already set in motion. For now she unaware of them but it's inevitable that she find out.

Alone
She's alone again in the world, her lover almost doomed to follow her mother's fate. The call comes in early that morning, panicked tears have been streaming down her face on and off for hours already but the news brings them back. Beca is in trouble as she feared. Worse, they fear that the young woman may not make it through the night, her head injury is severe and they can't yet determine the degree of brain damage she sustained in the crash. Chloe is alone, in shock, and spiralling quickly out of her own control. She's lost and alone.

Rain
It's raining heavily by the time Chloe makes it outside, which seems fitting given the circumstances. The water droplets a metaphor of her tears, the slippery roads a simile of the danger Beca faces. Chloe makes it to the hospital - a place of mixed emotions - both hope and despair circle through the air as she walks in out of the rain, a haven from the storm that starts to rage. She sighs in relief to see Beca awake, alive and well, she scolds her for giving her such a fright but Beca looks at her without recognition; "Who are you?".

I have to say, I am quite proud of this.