the freak (eddie munson)

26

Steve Harrington

I'm laying on my bed staring at my ceiling.
I most definitely do not want to move right now because I know that if I move in the slightest way I'll feel a rush of pounding aches being sent straight to my head.

So blinking is really the only thing I'm doing right now.

I need bread. That always helps. Or like apple juice. Or a pain killer.

I hear a soft knock on my door followed by Rose's voice on the other end.

"Steve." She whispers.

Instantly I sit up ignoring the feeling of what feels like a brick being thrown to my head.

"Y- uh come in!" I say and it's a few moments before I see her walk inside my room.

She even looks pretty when she wakes up.
Is anyone else up?

"Morning." She says with a small smile.

I flutter my eyes, "Yeah morning."

She walks over to me over to the edge of the bed. The lower half of my body is covered in my covers because I lost my pants last night and now I'm in my boxers.

I also woke up with no shirt on. Truthfully I have no fucking clue at all as to what happened last night.

"Can I um- sit?" She questions.

I sit up a little straighter fixing my posture, "Yeah, yeah go ahead." I say nodding my head.

Woah okay. For a second I forgot I have a headache. Let's not nod our head again Steve.

I watch her as she sits down, "How do you feel?" She questions creating conversation.

I'm a little confused.

"Like a pile of limbs. How about you?" I answer truthfully.

She laughs, "Same I feel like shit."

"Are you okay is everything alright?" I question. Something might be wrong if she's coming inside my room at eight in the morning.

Maybe it's something about the gate. Because I hope she finds out something like a plan. I really want to be able to make it out and survive.
I want everyone to survive.

"Yeah everything is fine- it's just um...I think we need to talk Steve..." She begins.

And instantly I know where this headed. I don't really want to believe that this is going to be the conversation that I'd rather die than have. I don't want to believe that I've totally fucked this up. I don't want to believe that. I don't.
And I won't.

"Okay." I say with a nod.

I watch her as she thinks of where to begin.
What to say.
How to say it.

"Steve I-" She takes a deep breath staring ahead of her.
But not at me.
She can't look at me.
It hurts too much.
And it's not easy. This never is.

"I know that you know I liked you." She shakes her head, "Loved you even."

I squint my eyes licking my bottom lip before speaking, "Loved me?"

She turns to me. "I've told you before Steve. I love you. Truthfully you were my first love. And I know that you didn't realize it but I want you to know that I'm not mad, or sad. Because now I've realized-" She pauses to think what she's gonna say.

"I've realized now that I'll never be the one for you."

I feel the big ache move from my head down to my chest.