Sick (an Ereri fanfic)

Chapter 26

Eren POV

I follow Levi and we begin to walk. No one says a word. My phone makes a sound as if I got a text. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I look at the text. It's from my sister. The text says "You have to help set up for the funeral for mom today." I just stop and stare at the phone. "Fuck!" I yell. Levi turns around and looks at me. "What's wrong?" He says. I can't tell him about the funeral. I don't want to bring back bad memories. "It's nothing you have to worry about." I say then tear up and rub my eyes so he doesn't see me get upset.

My phone rings again. This time my sister is trying to call me. "One second." I say then answer then call. "What?" I ask. "I need your help Eren. I can't set up by myself." She say. "Leela I'm busy." I reply. "Eren get your ass down here It's for mom." She says. "I know it's for mom. I'll be there soon." I then hang up and put my phone back.

Levi looks at me. "What about your mom?" He says and walks closer to me. We are now five feet from each other. "She um...She was killed...By my dad." I say and try not to show emotion. Levi just stands there with no emotion.

Levi POV

After Eren says this is just stand still. But in my head I'm sad, scared, and mad at myself. I remember in the nightmare when I say my mom kill herself. It was my fault. It was all my fault. I'm the reason she died. I can't deal with this. I can't anymore.

"Levi." Eren says. I look at him. "Yeah." I say. "I have to go help set up for the funeral." Eren says. "That's fine. You can take my car if you want." I say and hand Eren the car keys. He walks to the car and I go into the dorm.

(9:00 pm)

Eren is still gone. I'm just sitting on the couch watching Godfathers. I can't help but think about my moms death. I stand up and grab my glass cup and throw it at the wall. "IT'S MY FUCKING FAULT!" I walk to my suitcase. I pull out a knife. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Now Eren can't save me. I lift the knife above my head. "FUCK!" I pull the knife down stabbing my guts. I keep the knife there. I collapse to the floor. A pool of blood surrounds me. "You were right all along. The nightmares would kill me."