STEDDIE (ONESHOTS)

14. Hurt.

Contains: s3lf h@rm and su!c!de mentions, drugs,

Eddie's pov:
Me and Steve have been dating for about two years now. All of our friends now, some of the old teachers, Wayne, Joyce and hopper. Just in general people were close to or know.

lately, usually Steve is a really happy person in general, especially when it comes to our relationship, or just me alone. But I've started to notice that Steve isn't always happy. And he always come home from work upset or just extremely tired. I've tried to ask him what's wrong but he never says anything.

I love Steve, and I want the best for him. But I can't do anything until he tells me what's wrong and why he's been so upset lately.

I already made a plan for when he comes him I'd talk to him about what I've been seeing, and if I don't get anything. I guess I'll just have to keep trying.

*SKIP TO 430pm, WHEN STEVE IS HOME*

Steve's pov:
After another long day of nothing but Dustin coming every 30 minutes, thinking, re-shelving movies, and rewinding lots of tapes. I get home. Finally.

I walk into the house to see Eddie on the couch watching a movie, I'm pretty sure it was the Rocky Picture Horror movie. Eddie greets me with a wave and a kiss, before going back to the couch.

I reach the bedroom taking of my vest, jeans, and T-shirt before putting on a pair of black sweatpants, one of my sweaters, and a pair of white socks on.

At that point, I feel dizzy and gross. Probably from all the drugs I've been taking lately.
The doctor told me to stop, and so did Eddie. I stopped for a while before starting to do it again. I think it was when my parents got home for the first time in like 9 months.

I'm scared Eddie noticed anything, but there's now way, right?

"STEVEEE" I jump hearing Eddie yell my name from the living room. I laugh to myself and start walking into the living room. I watch Eddie grab the remote and turn the television off before giving me a concerned look. It was a concerned look I didn't like.

"Steve, I need to uh- talk to you about something" I felt my heart drop. That was something I hated hearing. But I didn't have a choice. I nodded and sat down infront of Eddie on the couch.

"Steve, I think it's really obvious that there's one thing wrong." I thought up a lie quickly "what? What do you mean?" I said without thinking, Eddie clearly wasn't fazed. "You started doing drugs again didn't you? You can't lie to me Steve." I felt tears prick my eyes. "Okay fine, I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do." I started to cry, I couldn't handle this. There was so much worse we could be talking about but I hated this.

"Steve, it's okay. We just need to get you some help. That's all." Eddie said, I cried more. That wasn't even close to what else I have tried or done, especially to myself. "Eddie that's not all." Eddie's face changed form concerned to a curious concerned. "What.. what else is there?" Eddie's voice was shaky now. I was nervous. I started to tell him the story.

*FLASHBACK , THIS IS WHERE WE TALK ABOUT SH AND SU!C!DE, THERE WILL BE THE F SLUR*

"YOU FUCKING FAG!" My dad yelled at me, punch my face as hard as he could.
"IM SORRY! I DIDNT MEAN TO. IT WASNT MY FAULT"

He didn't believe me, of course he didn't. He punched me again. And again, and again. It hurt so much.

After hours, what seemed years of fighting and yelling and screaming with my parents. I went to my bedroom and just lost it. I broke a lot of stuff, like lamps, pictures, posters, ash trays, and even some of my curtains.

After so long I finally calmed down, for what I thought. My dad came in again starting to throw glass bottles at me, broke ones. Broke glass bottles and needles full of hell know what.

After he had cut me multiple times by the glass bottles. I felt a high, but it was a high I didn't want to come down from. After he was finally finshed I went back to my room and started to cut my own long red lines across my legs. I loved it.

I had cut multiple lines into my thighs, but then I looked at my wrists. I thought about it, I knew it would kill me. But nobody ever really cared about me anyways so what's the point.

That's when I started to cut slits into wrist. I had about 13 on each wrist. I started to feel dizzy, nauseous, and light headed.
Next thing you know there I was, in a hospital with no will to live.

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING AT ALL BUT IVE BEEN HAVING LOTS OF TROUBLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH LATELY.. PLEASE HAVE A GOOD DAY!!