Steven Suptic Oneshots

Bottled Up

Requested by Anonymous

Steve bottles up his emotions.

Disclaimer: This is simply Steve. It also hits a little too close to home.

WARNING: Panic Attack, Angst

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Tears rolled down his face. What was he to do? He couldn't tell anyone. They would be bothered by it. He couldn't burden them with his issues. That wouldn't be fair on them. He was so fucked up and they couldn't know. He managed to smile through all the pain until he was alone. He kept himself closed off. He didn't let anyone in. It was a flaw. He knew that his friends wouldn't care about him coming to them with his issues. He just couldn't. It was all too much. Everything was too much. If only he could just turn it off. Tightness crossed his chest. Almost as if he was being crushed by a rock. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. He gasped in desperate attempts to gain air into his lungs.

His mind was racing, he should have done this, he shouldn't have said that, he could have been better. He was an idiot. He never thought before he did things. He should have used his head. Thought about the future, not just in the moment. He hit his head with his palms. Stupid, stupid stupid. He was stupid. His friends probably don't even like him. Why would they? He was only a bother. That was why he kept it inside. But everything was pouring out tonight. He was glad Cib and Nick were not home. He couldn't burden them too.

Besides everyone needed him more than he needed them. He took in their issues on top of his own. He had so much weighing on him. Little Foot had passed away and his mom was sick. He didn't tell anyone. It hurt to talk about. He missed his dog, his baby. That didn't matter. 5up was having issues with Fundy. Hafu was stressed about her wedding to DogDog. Janet was being harassed by fans. DumbDog was trying to move up towards the rest of them. DK was stressing about being touch starved. Everyone had an issue.

He was there to listen. But now he wished he had someone. He just wanted a hug. He craved for somebody to hug him and not let go until he was okay again. He wasn't getting that. He was never getting that. He was going to try and sleep. His lungs still screamed for air. He was sobbing. He wanted to just vanish. He doesn't know how long it was or how he did it but, his breathing got under control.

He laid there trying to coax himself to sleep. Then his phone went off. He lifted it. A text. The words were not what he expected. Leave it to Janet to always reach out in the most convenient ways in convenient times.

"Are you okay?"

And he answered truthfully.

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A/N:  It is short but it is sweet. I hope this was good. I'm going to get three up today actually. Thank you all for the support from my last post. It means a lot.

This is reposted because Wattpad sucks and unpublished it.