A Second Chance (Steddie)

Chapter 32

"NOOOO!!"

I jolt forward and gasp for air.

My body is hot and there are tears running down my face.

"Huh....huh...."

My body is shaking like I was out in a blizzard for hours on end.

As  I slowly start to catch my breathe, I take notice of my surroundings.

There are no particles in the air or any vines.

There is no thunder or flashes of red.

I see my desk with my half-*ssed history homework - that I should probably finish - and my radio that is still playing Metallica.

As I catch my breath, I quickly throw off my covers and pull up my oversized sweater.

My scars were still scars.

No blood.

I let go of my shirt, letting it fall back down my body, and slowly get out of my bed.

My legs jiggle like jelly before I am able to stand correctly and without the fear that I'm going to fall over.

I quietly open my bedroom door, peaking my head out first to see if there was any sign that Steve was up.

Nothing happens so I take the opportunity to get to the stairs and slide down the railing - as to using the stairs that could make creaking sounds.

I get to the ground floor and make my way into the kitchen, flipping the light switch on as I got to the fridge.

I open it and grab the carton of milk to put in a cup and warm up - and yes, I do believe in that whole sh*t, "warm milk helps you sleep" bullsh*t.

I put the carton of milk on the counter and walk around to grab one of the stools.

I can't stand being short - or maybe everything in Steve's house is just too tall.

...

Or maybe it's both.

I place the stool by the counter too that is under the cupboard of cups.

I carefully get up onto the stool and open the cupboard, grabbing a mug.

I get down and walk back over to the counter and pour milk halfway into the cup.

"That should be enough"

I place the carton of milk back into the refrigerator and then walk over to the microwave. 

I place it inside and set the timer for thirty seconds.

As the microwave heats up my milk, I decide to go sit on the stool I originally used to grab a cup, and that's when I come to the realization that it is raining outside.

That comforts me slightly as I have always found the sound of rain calming to me, plus I hate silence at the dead of night when I sleep - which in turn is why I have my little radio playing music-

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

"OH-sh*t" I say, but then quickly change into a whisper.

I quickly get up and open the microwave.