Hate Me | Eren Yeager

11. Heavy

"Floch Forster, twenty year old male with multiple past charges of trespassing and harassment. Unfortunately, this doesn't come as a surprise."

You shift uncomfortably against the counter as a paramedic cleans and bandages Eren's hands next to you. From the picture of the assaulter, you instantly recognize who he is.

You only saw him once, but you know he's the student that asked Armin for help all those weeks ago, you thought nothing of him at the time. Was he looking at you? Was he stalking you before then? It all just sickens you, and honestly you'd rather just forget about the whole thing.

While there was a sense of relief when they dragged out his unconscious body, the anxiety and trauma still lingers in the air. You just want the cops to leave and go back to sleep.

The cop looks up from his notepad, eyeing you under his hat, "Are you sure you don't need any medical assistance ma'am?"

"Y-yes... I'm fine, thank you."

After a second of staring he hesitantly sighs and puts the notepad away.

"Well then, I'm sure you'd like to be over and done with this so we'll pack up and leave now. We'll be in touch soon regarding the case."

He signals to everyone else to leave, and finally the door closes and it's just you and Eren in the empty apartment at who knows what time in the morning.

You release a heavy breath you'd been holding that entire time and collapse onto the couch, rubbing your temple to nurture the headache tonight had created.

"Ugh, tonight has been crazy."

Eren sighs in agreement and sits down next to you, staring emptily at the blank tv screen.

You don't want to talk about it anymore, you'd like to just forget for now. In the midst of your pondering, you think about changing the subject, the topic might be difficult but there's some relief in moving on for now.

"I... think I'm gonna schedule an abortion tomorrow."

His empty expression cracks, his face falling in something akin to guilt.

"I... hope you don't feel pressured. If you wanted to keep it... I would have supported you. It's the least I could do."

You turn to him in slight surprise. You had just assumed he would say no to having a baby no matter what way you went about it, it's a surprise to you that he would stay and support you, but then again... if he's been willing thus far to stay with you no matter all the times you asked to break up, it makes a small amount of sense that he'd accept something like that.

You turn back to looking at the carpet, "Eren, a baby shouldn't feel like an obligation. People should have kids because they want that kind of life. I don't think either of us do, and we aren't in a place for it right now."

"Yeah... who would want to be raised by people like us anyways."

You laugh sadly, "... Yeah."

The thought of it is almost like a haunting memory, where would you be in the future if you decided to go through with it? Where would you be right now?

"Eren... what do you think that would be like? Would we... be happy?"

He stares in a pondering state, "...".

You wonder if he's thought about it, what his version of the future would look like. His eyes flit downwards, almost like he's imaging the life.

"I don't know. We'd probably have to work more, and we'd never sleep. But, maybe it'd..."