Future Steven x reader x Future Pink Steven

The Nightmare

TW: verbal abuse, little touching, Implied self harm

I can't keep running from them. Why does this keep happening to me. Please someone help me.

I ran behind a tree and heard the taunts of the others. They kept calling for me, every name I heard felt like needles piercing my skin. They were horrible and disgusting.

I felt a pair of hands grab me. I kicked and screamed for them to stop but it didn't.

One of them grabbed my mouth and forced it shut. They grabbed my shoulders, I felt like it was the end for me.

[Name]....

What?

[Name]..!

Who are you...?

[Name]!!

I woke up in cold sweat. The room was spinning and my vision was blurry. I looked at who ever was in front of me, both boys were looking at me. Steven had his hands on my shoulders and Steve looked worried.

"What's up with you two?" I held my head and then felt something wet. I hadn't even realized I was crying.

Steven hugged me and held in sobs. "We were so worried about you. You kept moving around and then you started crying."

I stared at Steven, why was he crying? It's your fault. You made them worried for you. Everything always has to lead to you.

I stood up and sheepishly smiled, "Sorry about that, I was dreaming about...my lost cat.." I walked over to the bathroom trying to hide from their stares.

Don't look at me..

Looking into the mirror and seeing myself..pathetic aren't you. You can't even protect yourself and only depended on your best friends to help you.

Maybe if you would suck it up and take the pain everything would be better.

The person in the mirror isn't me, who are you, why are you here, go away.

I looked down at the razor blade and grabbed it slowly raising it to my arm. Do it.

I pushed it onto my arm slightly, do it

Do it..

Do it

DO-

A knock was heard on the door and I put the razor down. And listened, "Hey [Name]? Are you okay in there? You've been in the bathroom for a while now."

I sighed and held my head in my hands, "Yeah, just trying to forget." I clenched my eyes shut and groaned in pain quietly.

I blocked out the sound of them talking, it feels like a bunch of voices in my head now. Laughing at me. Making fun of me.

When will it ever stop

The door was suddenly busted open and I quickly turned to see Steve glowing and his fist in the air. "What's wrong with you?? That was my door." I pushed passed him and looked at the wood chunks on the ground.

Steve scoffed, "You're more worried about the door than yourself? We've been screaming your name for a while we thought you were dead. You could at least thank us for worrying."

That's what made me snap, I looked at Steve in disbelief. Who asked for his help, no one did. No one asked for him to be here. Who is he to make me feel like shit.

"Get out, both of you."

Steven widened his eyes, "Wait! [Name]! I'm sure he didn't mean what he said. Let's just talk and we can he-."

"What are you still doing here, I said leave, I need time to myself." Steve was going to protest but Steven pushed him to the door and they both left.

I walked upstairs to my room and laid down on the bed. Everything was too much for me, my head is killing me.

Maybe avoiding them for a bit will help me build my confidence back.

"Why the hell would you say that??! How stupid are you??!" Steven angrily yelled. He was pacing back and forth.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Listen, I know I fucked up but you shouldn't yell at me when we're the same. You technically thought the same thing."

Steven turned and looked at Steve, "No..no no you're trying to put it in my head. I've known [Name] for a long time. I would never think that.."

Would I?

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Angst? Idk it's some lame angst idea that could have been better but oh well, I'll update again.

See you in the next chapter!