°◊𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝒫𝓊𝓇𝑒 ℬ𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈°◊ STEVEN X READER

⭐Charitable fellow⭐

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you awoke to your arm feeling itchy, and... sticky?

You sit up and rub your eyes. In turn, getting the stickiness on your face

"Ughh" you groan

your eyes soon adjust to the natural light filling your room.

you look down at your arms.
And you were confused?
the scabs on your left arm were completely gone,
but your right was completely untouched?
 you decided to ignore it and
sighed in annoyance

you had unconsciously scratched at your arm in the night.
you were bleeding,
and you had scabs underneath your nails.

you get up and wobble over to the bathroom
to take a shower.
you run the water until it's perfect then get in.
the water burns...
After about 10 minutes you get out.
you had decided you were clean enough once you accidentally turned down the cold water and basically blanched yourself.

you dry off your body,
but your arm is still bleeding

"Fucking stop!" you yell slamming your arm into the wall

bad Idea

that only made it hurt worse

now your arm was one big open wound AND you were bruising

you sigh and start rummaging through your bathroom cabinets.
you grab a bottle of isopropyl alcohol

you prepare yourself,
 taking deep breaths
in...
out...
it...
out...

and then you dump the alcohol on your right arm

you scream in agony
you drop to the floor crying in pain

you wave your arm in the air trying to dry it faster

you obviously didn't learn from the countless times you've done this,
because that only made it hurt worse

it was a good fourty seconds later when the pain finally subsided

you bandaged up your arm and slumped into your bedroom.

you took your blood-covered sheets and went to go wash them

you returned to your bedroom  and put new sheets onto your bed

you flop down onto your bed and grab your phone
you check the time "1:29 PM" 

"I've really got nothing to do today..." you sighed.

you think back to last night
you smile thinking about the fun you had with Steven
his smile,
his laughter.
you go to text him.
but then you mentally cursed yourself.
you didn't put his number in your phone,
you had to wait for him to text you

then you remembered.
Steven handed you that cleaner.

you smiled.
you actually enjoyed cleaning,
you liked making things look pretty.

this will be a great thing to do to pass the time.

you only really had your room and the bathroom and the kitchen to clean left

and so you begin
you pick up the clothes you had thrown about 

you fold them and put them away.
you sweep up the dirt, and broken pots from the plants you broke in frustration.

you gather any dirty clothes that needed to be washed and set them aside.

you re-organize your closet.
and clean up the dried blood spots in your bathroom.
you emptied the overflowing trash bins in your bedroom and bathroom.
you take your sheets and cover out of the washing machine and put them in the drier
you took the dirty clothes and started them up

you folded the clean sheets and put them in your bedroom closet

You head back downstairs
You spray all the dried blood spots.
you decided it'd be better to leave it there for a bit to break through

Your phone buzzes
you check notifications
"Unknown number"
You go to messages