Jean's pov - First day of school
"JEAN!," I wake up to the sound of my drunk father stomping up the stairs yelling at me to get up and get ready for school. When he enters my room he greets me with his fist in my face or a different beating as he has done for the past few weeks. He does all this because of my brother and my mother.
My brother's name was Marco and it was quite obvious he was the favourite child but we were each others best friends regardless, we were also the same age, that was until he died. His death shattered the whole family like glass and it only ever got worse.
After Marco died we were all sent into a deep depression, my mum deeper that all of us, but she couldn't deal with it so she killed herself. That broke us to pieces to small to put back together. My dad started drinking, taking drugs, hitting me, telling me it was all my fault, that I'm worthless and to be honest I believed him so I told myself it's all my fault, I'm worthless and I deserve to be beaten and so I accepted it.
After I got up I decided to take a shower because there's nothing more satisfying than to have a shower in the morning. When I looked in the mirror I noticed the bags under my eyes along with the scars on my face are a lot more visible than before and that I need to go back to the gym.
(Timeskip)
I finally arrive at school for the first day. It's not like I don't like school, I just don't like the first day of the year, the term, whatever you want to call it it just all the new topics in every subject pisses me off too much and I just can't be arsed to deal with it. Whilst I was stepping into the class and scanning it for my seat at the same time, Sasha and Connie found me before I could find them seeing as they tackled me with a hug on my way in.
"Jean it's so good to see you" Connie greeted so I replied with a simple "you to"
"I can't believe it's been 11 years since we met each other, wow you guys haven't changed at all" Sasha didn't know it at the time but she just started a whole new scene.
Whilst Sasha and Connie were arguing about who looks the best I took the time to actually see who else was in the my class. I can confirm that it is roughly the same as last year just without than Marco and there are some other new people. I silently took a seat and waited for class to start, I thought about what I would do this year, about sport and which ones I would do. I knew I was definitely going to stick with football and rugby.
As I was thinking I got the feeling I was forgetting something. I looked around the classroom hoping to find a hint as to what I was forgetting. It didn't take me long to find what I was forgetting, or rather who I was forgetting. Eren Jeager. He pushed past me with comments like
"Look guys There's a horse in the classroom but it looks kind of out of shape so maybe it should get put down" this took everyone - but the three of them - to laughter I put my headphones in and tried to ignore what he was saying. It worked until
"I heard your brother died this summer, did you kill him? Or did he kill himself because you were his brother?" now that, that is when I lost it. Pushing the him against the wall I said with a sly smirk
"looks like the horse has gone feral" After the first few punches he decided to fight back as so we fought, and when his sister pulled him off of me I would have liked to see what she looks like so I could avoid her, along with all of Erens friends but unfortunately I didn't get a good look at her before she dragged him out of the room.
Then class started.
I was sat at the back of the room in the corner hoping not to stand out for this lesson. The person sat next to me was late and I didn't even realise she came in. She tapped my shoulder and held her hand out. I don't like this sort of stuff but I did it anyway.
"Jean" I looked back at the window "Jean Kirschtein"
"I'm Mikasa, Mikasa Ackerman"
Mikasa Ackerman huh?
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