The Beast Inside(eren X Reader)

Chapter One

"Ahhhhh!'' (Y/n) sighed loudly, stretching her arms up to the pinkish orange sky. The sun had begun to set over the town where Keith Shadis trained the teens who wished to join the military, and (y/n),one of the trainees was on her way to her barracks, too tired to even think about the dinner that awaited in the mess hall.

As she trudged along the dusty ground, she kicked a small rock, dribbling it to and fro between her worn out boots. As she did, she felt a sense of superiority over the rock- a strange thought to have over something as boring and exquisitely useless as a rock. She felt power surge through her veins as she recoiled her foot to kick it as far as she could. She smirked as it sailed over the roof of the mess hall. Feeling proud of her achievement, she skipped the rest of the way to her temporary home.

The barracks she occupied were decaying and empty, seeing as she had been the last to apply to be a soldier.
No more rooms remained, except for one which previous instructors had left to rot.
(Y/n) had no roommates. Well, at least not human ones anyway- she had spiders and rotting wood and the deafening sound of her mental state deteriorating for company.
The fall of Wall Maria had been hard on her, as it prompted her to lose her entire family and arsenal of friends to titans. Her family was dead. She knew that they were dead. She had seen a titan crush them all into splotches of red, stains that surely remained in the town square to this day.
Her friends, now they were another story. She knew not whether they had survived. Now that she thought about it, she'd never dwelled on them. At all. The friends whose faces she remembered so vividly, save their names; she remembered a small Asian girl, overprotective, strong, emotionless. A blond boy, smart, curious, fragile. Many other faceless characters, some brown haired, blonde, some blue-eyed, others with eyes like melted caramel. All nameless, all selectively forgotten, like the events in the town of Shiganshina, events which people had chosen to sweep under rugs, to never resurface again.
Amidst all the faces that she had long since swept under her own rug of memories, and among the names of those who she had once known, resurfaced one name, accompanied by a face. A face she found solace in, and a word she repeated to herself in the darkness to find comfort.
Eren, Eren, Eren.
Bright green eyes, like the leaves of the flowers that once grew by his house, brown hair like the one food she would never turn down: chocolate; and a personality that would make thieves and bandits blush.

(Y/n) saw him in the children playing in the meadows, she saw him in the plaza within the inner districts, and in every step she took, every brick, every cloud.
eren. eren. Eren. Eren. ERENERENERENERENEREN
silence.
Her mind, her thoughts have become silent. The monster dwelling in her brain that would throw a barrage of memories at her grew tired and fell dormant, leaving behind a hole of terror, a hole of remorse, a hole of loneliness.
(Y/n) decided to rush to the mess hall to find food to silence the monster.
At least for tonight, she thought.
The monster never goes away, and tomorrow, he will make me suffer again, and again, and again.
He always does.