Homeless ~Ereri

Chapter 5

//long chapter, I think... Maybe? Longish I guess. I don't really have much of a plan for this story so bare with if things get a little confusing ^~^ \\

(Levi POV)

"Aah." I let out the one sigh I've been holding back the past few shitty hours. Time to sit back and 'relax' after a hard day's cleaning. I looked outside to admire the clean white washing out on the line. It took a lot of effort to get all those blood stains from two weeks ago from that boys shirt. Maybe he'll come back for it one day. He'd better be grateful for it.

Thinking of 'Eren,' I haven't seen that little shit around before, nor have I seen him since that day. Maybe he moved here recently... Not that I care anyway. 'Yeah Levi, not like he's been on your mind all the time for the past two weeks.' Fuck off, stupid voice in my head.

Anyway, I don't really want to bump into him again, he makes me itch and cringe. Just thinking of that dirty, blood-stained shirt has given me nightmares. Do his parents not give a damn about how he looks? He better sort himself out, stealing I mean. What sort of brat does that? I already feel hatred towards the kid, I hope I taught him a lesson that day.

I took off my- Hanji's- pink apron and hung it up neatly in my cleaning closet, flattening out any creases. It was originally white but for my birthday last year, Hanji let me 'relax' and did some cleaning for me. The result was 7 broken glasses, three broken dishes, a broken arm and all the white washing turned pink. Before closing the door, I double checked all the detergents and supplies were in alphabetical and height order. A messy cupboard is just one on the many things I can't handle. Hanji suggested I make a job out of my cleaning habit but there are so many people I could lose my shit with, I'm not a people person so having to clean other houses with other people in is definitely not my thing.

Plus I don't need a job. When my parents died they left me all the money and their house, which I haven't moved into yet. Hanji said I'm fine to move into my own house but I honestly didn't think it was a great idea to let Hanji own this house on her own. I suppose she is just glad to have me around her house, God knows how she'd actually survive on her own. Although she's the most annoying person to live with, I don't mind having her around, we've been close to each other for quite a while. I'm just glad I'm not dating her, I'd probably lose all sanity if I did.

Urgh, Hanji should be home soon, what's taking her so long? She may not look or act like it but she does something with science. Whatever it is, it's pretty well paid and she enjoys it. Her lab is on the other side of town, just past the forest.

Hanji also does some 'study of the human brain' shit and works part time as a doctor at weekends. Well, she's more of a therapist and that's how I met her. As crazy as she is, she's actually pretty intelligent. I'd never tell her that though.

I never bothered with work myself so Hanji goes out an earns herself money while I stay at home and clean. I know I'm already rich so I don't ask much of Hanji but in return for letting me live here, I clean. I've pretty much done today's house work and I'm waiting for Hanji to come home so we can order something for tea, despite being 'rich', we still don't go out to buy or cook our own food. Neither me nor Hanji can cook really well though, hell I don't even know how to make coffee, but there is the only exception of Hanji's cheese toasties. They're actually delicious, although I'd never admit that to her face either.

Maybe I should ring her... I'll tell her I'm about to have another breakdown- No, I can't lie to her, not again. She's probably driving anyway. Maybe there's traffic, it's not usual for her to be so late.

I sat down and flicked through the channels on the TV. Everything's so boring, but then again there's nothing to excite me. Not even the pills can make me happy anymore, they just aren't enough. If only I could go out and get Petra to buy me some more-- no I shouldn't think of Petra, not right now.

"Hanji?" I answered the phone that was buzzing in my pocket. "Why the fuck are you so late, I'm hung-"

"Hey Levi, I nee- your help." Her voice was panicked and she spoke fast. "You need to come to the la-, now!"

"Why should I? Plus I don't drive." I wanted to roll my eyes and wait for Hanji to return herself because last time she was 'in need of help', it was a joke and she gave it away by not being able to hold back her laughter. But this time seemed different... There was a real panic in her voice, something I've never seen, or heard, in Hanji before.

"I seri--ly n- your he-"

"Hanji? The lines breaking up."

"Ge- my keys from th- drawer and dri- to the lab no--------"

The line went dead.

I felt a knot tie in my stomach at the thought that something might have happened to Hanji at work. I gulped as I stood up to find the car keys. I've only driven twice, once was when I had to buy Hanji some 'pads' and bring them to her lab because it was an emergency and, God was that embarrassing. I don't even know why I agreed to do it, she could of bled to death for all I cared at that point. The second time however, I rather not have memories of.

While driving to the lab, I could feel panic rising inside me. I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. Being in a car, on this route brings back memories of how everyone hate me, all except for Petra but if she could then I know she would.

If I can just make it past the bridge...

After making my way through the forest, I reached the bridge but I didn't get past it. I stopped when I saw a familiar purple car parked by the road. Hanji's car. I slowly pulled up beside it and didn't bother shutting the door as I ran out.

"Hanji? Hanji, where are you?" I called out.

"Levi? Thank goodness you came, I'm here." She sounded okay but as she spoke in a very panicked tone, I couldn't quite tell.

I ran across the bridge to the other side where Hanji sat. I froze when I recognized who was with her.

"Yes, it's him." She told me. "He's not breathing."

(Eren POV)

I'm hungry. I haven't eaten. I haven't pick-pocketed since that day, I guess I'm scared I'll bump into someone like him. But why? Why now out of all three years am I suddenly scared?

It's been about two weeks now and here I am, holding onto the railing. It's not the first time I've tried to do this but maybe this time I won't wimp out, maybe this time I'll succeed. The river flows fast and there are jagged rocks sticking up about the surface of the water. It's a thin ledge on the side of this bridge, if I slip, I'm done for. What was I thinking? Or course my life isn't going to change, it's not gonna turn around. Three years I've tried to be happy, I tried fending for myself but it's all going to waste. It's a quiet road, no cars have past and there a forest at either side. I'm sick of being the happy kid with not home. Only a miracle could save me now.

I shut my eyes.

All I have to do I lean back, and let go.

Deep breath. One last deep breath.

I can do this, and this time I'm going to win.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I never heard the car pull up. Someone ran out, but they were too late. This is it, I let go.

I'm falling.

// I'm sorry please don't hate me ;-;\\