The Passion of Lovers//Eremika

8. Sky

While Mikasa was out on a date with Jean, Eren was in the basement of his friend's house.

The room smelled like a mix of weed and vanilla sherbet. Purple lights filled the room and trashy music was blasting through the boombox. Eren pulled his head up from the table littered with drugs and took a deep breath.

"Shit Reiner, where'd you get this shit?" Eren said as he wiped his nose. Reiner was lying on the armchair across from Eren, laughing to himself. "Uhh, that's a good question, man!" Reiner was tall, strong and built like a NFL linebacker. Upon first glance he would be mistaken for a bouncer. But no. He was an addict.

Ymir sat upright on the couch next to Eren disgusted at the scene. She needed an excuse to get out of this.

And fast.

"Do you guys need me to bring down my air freshener?" a soft voice called from the top of the steps. "Shut up, twink!" Reiner shouted at the person. "Hey, don't call Bert that. He's trying to help your sorry ass," Ymir said, pissed. "Yeah well, he's a weak-ass bitch. Ain't I right Eren?"

Eren just stared at the ceiling.

Ymir rolled her eyes and got up, "Fuck this. I shouldn't even be here." She was halfway up the steps to the first floor before she called out Reiner. "I told you I was quitting and you still pleaded for me to come over. This isn't your house in the first place, you just leech off of Bert's basement because your broke ass can't afford one!"

"God, can't you stop yelling?" Eren slurred.

"And you," Ymir pointed at Eren, "You actually went to rehab and got help and now you're back getting high with a drunken Johnny Bravo!"

Ymir walked up the rest of the steps and opened the door and said, "You two make me sick."

And with that Ymir slammed the door and left.

"Yeesh, what's her problem?" Reiner said, taking a random pill on the table. The pupils in his eyes went big and he started giggling to himself again. Eren looked over at him and rolled his eyes. Dumbass junkie, he thought. He laid down on his back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Patterns of colors appeared and suddenly there was sound. An odd sound. Like a woman singing, but also...screaming? Eren opened his eyes and saw a girl looking over him, her hands holding head. Her hair was black and short, with bangs hanging over her face. Her face itself was warped, her eyes were unrecognizable and her mouth frowned and smiled at the same time. Her body was made up of colors and patterns, and it seems that only her head and her hands were visible.

Weird, Eren thought to himself. Despite her missing body and warped figure, Eren couldn't help but remind him of that girl. Y'know, the girl that punched him. "What was her name?" Eren mumbled to himself. He heard it before when Armin introduced them to each other. Eren started talking to himself, "She really isn't that bad-looking, kinda hot actually."

"Dude, who the fuck are you talking to?" Reiner said.

Eren is pulled out of his trip and back to reality with the help of Reiner's question. He sits back up and glares at Reiner.

"Good question."

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The drive back to his place was silent, with the only noise being Bauhaus playing on the stereo. Eren kept thinking about that girl, or rather kept thinking about her name. Miranda? Mirissa? Meerkat? Whatever, he'll ask Armin when he gets back.

He continued driving but he couldn't see all that well. He was getting double vision but he continued driving. As he drove, more thoughts swirled around in Eren's head. Thoughts not only about the girl, but also about other girls, what's he going to do about school, rehab, his mother.

His mother.

Suddenly it all came back. His mother's body lying on the kitchen floor with her blood everywhere. The knife on her neck, the emptiness in her eyes. Her beautiful yellow dress with her off-white apron, both ruined with crimson red. Her black hair matted and dyed red. And Eren thought about himself, how he just stood there, in his pajamas with his monster plush held in his small hands. He was only 9.

Eren couldn't drive anymore. He pulled over harshly to the curb and hit the breaks. He hit his head with the steering wheel and screamed. He started banging his head on the wheel, causing the car to honk in response. Tears were streaming down his face from his already bloodshot eyes and snot was falling out of his nose. He wasn't a pretty crier.

When he finally regained composure after bawling his eyes out, he wiped his nose and noticed blood on his finger. He shook it off and pulled back onto the road.

So what if he witnessed his mother's murder? So what if he can't get over that? So what if he called that girl's dead mom a slut knowing damn well his mom is dead too? It didn't matter. Nothing matters. Not the girl. Not his mom. Not his major, friends, drugs, or sex. He didn't even think about his father, that drunken bastard. And his brother, the only person that Eren could talk to and actually open about to, he didn't matter. None of that mattered to him. The only thing that mattered was getting home.

And by hell he was going to get home.