Heroin

Chapter two

|| This is my first time writting in 3rd person so please be gentle||




It wasnt long before the next night. Levi was pacing the small cluttered apartment biting his brittle nails. The skin around them torn and sore from previous nights of the same pacing-and-biting routine. The rush of anxiety continued running through his as he looked at the wallet on his desk that has been empty for almost a month. Every penny spent on things he thought could make him happy, but only came to regret after loosing his job due to an obvious addiction. Within seconds a cold chill ran through his veins. head tilted back in a comforting pleasure as he filled his body with substances that were all too familiar.



"Mr. Levi." Someone said.



Levi quickly turned, tripping and knocking papers off the table before he saw eren. A small blush gave life to the skin on his cheeks making him look less zombie-ish.



"Eren...!" He heard himself say.




Eren didnt look happy. He rocked back on his heels then up to his toes, hiding his face in his hair.




"I dont like this levi." He muttered "drugs arent going to fix you."



Levis happiness turned to a mixture of shock, dissapointment, and confusion.




"They wont take away what you did. Telling that poor girl... What was her name? Petra?" Eren continued.




"Stop..." Levi pleaded.




"You convinced her, pressured her to take you to the party, to the drugs, because you didnt have a car. And you left her levi."




The older man sank to his knees. Eren was supposed to make him feel better, he supposed to be his friend. He'd seen eren acouple nights before and they'd talked and laughed and they were happy. Now levi couldnt help but feel tears start to form in the corners of his eyes.




"How did it feel, levi? How did the drugs feel taking over your body?" Eren cooed




"Good..." He admitted.




Eren nodded. "How did it feel to find petra naked and dead on a couch in the next room? Almost close enough to have been able to save her?"





He curled up more trying not to remember that night. Then eren dissapeared. For some reason he felt more sad. Like someone close to him had to leave again, and it was his fault. Rough fingers pushed the hair from levi's face, before he was wrapped in a hug, so close to sobbing.




"Im sorry, levi." A soft familiar voice sang.



He hid his face in the shadows of the dark room, lit by a few candles, it was already becoming hard to pay bills. As eren -the real eren- pressed his lips to levi's forehead he blushed. How could he feel this way about someone who wasnt real? A mere phantom of his imagination. He let his fingers grasp erens t-shirt, feeling his toned body through the soft fabric. And sighed the smell of laundrey ditergent, and musk giving him a small releif. He was really there. Eren kissed the others cheek, hesitantly as if testing how comfortable he was with the situation. Levi couldnt feel erens heartbeat, because he didnt have one. But his heartbeat was fast, he could hear it, the blood pumping through him in a soft rythme, carrying chemicals through his body. It was the only thing he could hear other than erens breathe on his skin.




"Mr. Levi," eren muttered, "Im going to kiss you now..."





Levi shut his eyes in preparation and felt erens breathe against his lips just before they were pressed together. If i was hallustinating this, did this mean i wanted it to happen? Why with a boy half my age? Everything about it was wrong and confusing, but his head spun so much he didnt care to pull away when eren pryed my mouth open with his, inserting his tounge. He tasted like breathe mints, making every second of it refreshing as they struggled to explore eachothers mouths. Levi's fingers tangled into his soft brown hair, gently, in an effort to bring him closer. Erens hands slid down his torso, fingers making a trail around the waistband of his shorts. Their hands travled eachother, both seeming shocked that they could feel one another. Levi sighed into the kiss as eren slid his fingers into his shorts. His cold fingers send a shiver up the mans spine, his touch like ecstacy.




"Levi..." He heard.




Thats when he realised eren wasnt there. His own hand in his pants as he whispered his own name.





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Levi handed the alchohol filled drink to hanji.



"I want the one in your left hand." She requested.



"Why?"



"I dont know what youve been doing to yourself with that hand!" She exclaimed.



He sighed, handing her the cup in his left hand. He'd told her everything. About the drugs -though she already knew, she hadnt known about how bad it had gotten- , about eren. As usual she found it very intresting, but weird, he knew she would. He found it weird himself.




"Your sexual fantasys are creepy," hanji stated "you should find a girl friend... Or boyfriend?"




"I dont like boys." Levi snapped "i like eren..."




"Hes not real, levi!" She giggled slightly.




"Details!" He rolled his eyes "its so real... Its just like hes there, i can feel him, all of him. His breathe, his hair, his eyelashes. I-"




"Do you know how insane you sound?" She asked, shocking him. Hanji never judges levi. "Id really like Lana Del Rey in my bed but you dont see me having drug endosed fantasies about it!"





"Im sorry...-"





"You need help, levi."




He was taken back, his face flushing. Everyone had turned on him. No money, no car, no food, no home, hanji and the drugs were all he had left.



"Hanji, i was jus-"




"Get out." She demanded "get out now."




"...."




"I dont talk to idiots," she claimed pushing up her glasses, ignoring the tears that invaded his eyes "talk to me when you get a life."





"...."




Hanji looked over, tears filling her eyes as well. She examinded the couch levi still sat on, not moving an inch.




She sighed, "if your not out of my sight in the next three seconds im calling the police."




She picked up the phone, as he stummbled to my feet. Inching towards the door, before walking into the cool air outside of her apartment. He pulled his hands into his sleeves trying to keep warm. the small wounds on his arms, rub against the fabric reminding him of the one thing he did have left. Thats what he turned to.







||sorry for the short chapter >.<


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