Scars that bleed | Eren Jeager

A Breaking Heart

The cold midnight breeze felt amazing against your sweat soaked skin, as it drifted in through the cracked window of your bedroom.
The welcoming cool air- a stark difference from the heat of the laptop that burned against your thighs. The computer's bright white screen glared up at you from your propped legs, for what now felt like hours.

You laid in bed, staring back at the laptop in front of you with a frightening amount of annoyance, hatefully watching the little black bar, at the top of the word document you had opened: blink. The bar disappearing and reappearing only a few seconds later.

"You can't think of anything can you? Y/N. That's why this page is empty." It taunted, with every flicker.

Other than your name and today's date that you had typed out in the top corners earlier in small black letters- the page was completely, utterly, and hopelessly empty. And you knew that it would stay that way until your dumb ass brain decided to come up with something.

Y/N L/N 04/19/20
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"God...why can't I think?"
You mutter to yourself, running a hand over your slacked jaw.
To make matters worse you glance down at the time in the bottom right corner: 2:15am.

"Are you fucking kidding me. It's already 2 in the morning?"
You groan, tossing your head back. You regret it instantly as the back of your head thuds against the sturdy wooden headboard behind you.
Fuckkk...
That's it. You were going to fucking lose it.

You had started this assignment as soon as you had gotten back from school today, not thinking anything of it. It was an English assignment given to you to by your bitch of a teacher, Mrs. Bergis.

But despite your hatred for her, english had been your favorite subject since you were a kid, and not to brag but you were pretty damn good at it too. Especially essays.

So you automatically assumed that this assignment was going to be a walk in the park, and were excited to get started since she had only given you the weekend to finish it.
But you couldn't have been more wrong.

You scowl at the glowing screen. The beginning of a headache throbbing against your skull.

On top of your head feeling like it's going to explode, an intense anxiety now settled in your gut. Even your own body was telling you not to finish this essay and just say fuck it. So you did.

Fuck it. I'll just finish it tomorrow.

It was only Friday so you still had 2 days to finish it. Hopefully you could get it done in time.

you don't even bother to save the document before tossing the laptop carelessly onto your bed. There was practically nothing on it to begin with. So, you decided it would be pointless to. You would just start fresh tomorrow.

With a loud yawn, you slide out of your bed and make your way over to the white dresser at the end of your room. Catching a glimpse of your image in the large golden mirror above it.

"God. I look like a mess." You chuckled to yourself, dragging your fingers through your unkempt hair. You noted the newly formed bags under your eyes, and the redness that formed around them from the lack of sleep. If anyone saw you, they wouldn't be able to guess if you were high or just really really tired. Which made you laugh.