Night calls

Chapter 7

He hadn't tried to contact me after that and by now three days had passed without even the slightest sign of him being alive. After that call I had tried to text him several times, but he never read or answered to any of my massages. And I eventually started to kinda...worry about him. Ok I worried a lot, which was why I even got sent home from work, due to my lack of concentration.

Needless to say that I was utterly confused about this whole situation, I also didn't know how to deal with it. Did I have to keep writing? Or was there a reason he kept ignoring it and wanted me to stop? But why so suddenly... it's not like I did something wrong,...or did I?

At some point even Hanji, the least sensible person I knew, realized that there was something on my mind, and went out of her way to actually try and help me with it. I didn't tell her, though. She hadn't known about Eren before and she wouldn't know about Eren in the nearest future.

When the fourth day was about to end, things finally started to change. I still hadn't received anything. The whole day had gone by with my mind constantly being filled with unsettling thoughts regarding Eren's disappearance, which honestly pissed me off.

This brat should just get it together and call alright! I was certain he knew I'd worry so why the hell didn't I hear from him? Seriously, if he kept on doing this I would have to head out and find the kid myself, only to make him explain...

I was standing in the cold corridor in front of my apartment, just about to go inside, when a thought made me stop. What if Eren was unable to contact me? Like physically unable? The last phone call had ended with him sounding scared so what if, whatever had happened after the call had disconnected, had lead to circumstances where he couldn't use his phone?

Still thinking about possibilities that could explain why he wouldn't get in touch with me, I managed to finally enter my flat and close the door. I got so lost in my thoughts that I even forgot to take off my shoes before I sat down on my couch, something that I was sure to regret later.

I stayed in that place for about five minutes, before I got up again. I couldn't just sit here worrying about him. I couldn't just do nothing when Eren might be in trouble somewhere! But that was the exact problem. Even if I knew that he was hurt I'd still be unable to help him, due to my lack of information regarding his location. I started walking around in my apartment, while my worries only grew worse. Grabbing my hair I made my way to the bedroom, only to stop in front of the door and turn around again. God this was so stupid! I'm certain Eren's completely fine and just forgetting about me while playing a game or something.

But why did that hurt,too? Well.. I guess I didn't want him to forget about me...arg god damn!

I leaned against the closed bedroom door and slid to the ground, grabbing my hair once again in frustration and hiding my face behind my arms. I didn't want Eren to forget about me. He was more or less my only real friend, even though I'd never met him. And considering that he had even told me he liked me I was certain that whatever we had would last a little longer at least... but I guess I was wrong about that...

Time passed but I didn't want to do anything else. I just stayed in the same spot, hiding my closed eyes, trying to abandon any thoughts regarding him. Still there was one sentence repeating over and over in my head, annoying me in ways I couldn't have imagined were possible.

I didn't want Eren to forget about me.

And because some part of my brain didn't want to acknowledge that Eren might have actually forgotten about me, I kept picturing bad things as well. Starting with scenarios in which his phone simply broke, going all the way to scenarios in which he laid somewhere near death in an alley. And trust me even though no one would describe me as a creative person, my mind came up up with things that would even let Stephen King go pale.