Steven's Addiction | Steven Universe Future Fan Fiction

Part 1

Ever since Steven made it back from Homeworld and saved his friends he's had an intense anxiety that he hasn't been able to figure out.

"I don't know what it is Connie," Steven said over the phone, "everything is better now but it doesn't feel like it is, my chest still feels heavy."

"I think you just need to give yourself more time Steven, more time to process everything." "Like shit, you found out your mom was pretty much a space tyrant and that she dumped all her problems onto you. Nobody expects you to just be fine after all that that would make anybody toss and turn at night," Connie said.

"Yeah I know, but I just don't understand why I feel this way because I've never felt like this before at all, even after finding out about my mom I still felt confident about who I was and what I needed to do." "I feel more lost now than I ever was."

"It's because your conscious has been so used to massive responsibility for so long you don't feel like yourself anymore," Connie said. "Even though you've become a better person and you're in a much better situation you still feel like you have some sort of responsibility."

"I know when I'm done with all this AP bullshit I'm probably still going to feel a bit anxious but I'll get over it pretty quick," said Connie. "But your problems are much more complicated than Calc whether you think so or not, so you gotta give it time, and just let the small pleasures and normality of life on Earth sink back in."

"Thanks Connie, you're probably right," said Steven. "I am right," replied Connie. "Speaking of AP, however, I need to start cramming psychology so we'll have to leave it there for now. Cya!" "Oh damn, okay study hard I'll be fine," Steven said putting the phone down.

Even though Connie made perfect sense in Steven's head he still couldn't cope with the anxiety and thus it turned into frustration and anger. "Why do I feel this way, why do I feel like shit?" Steven thought. Eventually Steven decided he'd just go check on the cactus he had growing on the windowsill next to his bed. It was still a little guy but out of curiosity Steven touched one of it's needles, Steven began to bleed and his finger hurt, but oddly enough Steven didn't feel anxious anymore.