Quicksand | Ereri

Quicksand Chapter One (21,392 words)

Summary:

Eren was having a horrible day, scratch that, a horrible life. His father has been a drunken lunatic ever since his mother, Carla Jeager, passed away, and Eren is close to just giving up on life. But, he just so happens to find a phone number in a bathroom stall. And in this case, the phone number belongs to no other, than Levi Ackerman.

Curious, Eren sends the person a text message, and that's how one of the biggest adventures of his entire life, begins.

And they just so happen to go to the same Highschool.

Quicksand

Hanji had been asking herself a lot of things recently, like why she had decided that it was a somewhat decent idea to go torture Erwin by throwing a spider at his face, but also, why she had snuck into the boys bathroom to scribble an all to familiar phone number onto one of the stalls. She was currently scratching the last numbers of the number whilst humming an unidentified tune to herself; completely oblivious to the things that would unfold due to a fee numbers and letters hastily written on the wall in black pen.

Hanji pulled back to admire her handwork before smiling to herself, running a hand over the writing to sate herself on the fact that it wouldn't smudge. This had been all planned out as well, to sneak into the Men's restroom, only to lock the door and rush to one of the stalls, only to pull a ball point pen from her back pocket. She hadn't of known what she was going to write, or why for that matter, but her brain was oblivious to that minor factor, and she scratched a few words into the metal and horrible paint job.

No one would probably find the number, the walls were littered with different words carved into it, many different artists also decided to leave the artwork of penises about every square foot. So Hanji knew that the phone number would quickly blend in with the other chicken-scrawl that adorned the hideous blue/grey walls.

Once she was satisfied with the 'masterpiece' that she created, she quickly unlocked the door to the bathroom and slipped out, making sure that no one else was coming before she hurried her way back to class. All the brunette was wishing for, is that someone would just so happen to find the number and mess with the person on the other line. And with that thought in mind, she smiled in a giddy fashion and sped up the movement of her feet.

The silence that had accompanied the empty bathroom for quite some time was abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone roughly pushing the door open; hinges groaning in protest at the rough treatment. A pair of feet clothed in black Chuck Taylor's quickly made their way to a stall, the faint sound of wretched sobs echoing through the brick-walled room. The person who owned said pair of feet quickly pushed open a stall door and shut it behind them.

Quick puffs of air left the males throat as he put a toilet seat down and sat on the lid, curing his knees up to his chin. The boy let out a shaky breath and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat, the organ hammering against his ribcage, threatening to shatter the bone that guarded it.

"Calm down, Eren," He told himself, roughly wiping the tears from his cheek with the sleeve of his sweater. He could only wish that he was in his room right now, locked up inside with the curtains drawn so he could remain hidden from the rest of the world. But he had school, so every morning he would get up, pass his joke of a father, and head to the hell hole he knows as Sina High.

Erens father was a respected lawyer of the city known as Trost. But he acted as if his son wasn't even there, and the only time that his father even acknowledged his existence, was when he delivered harsh slaps to the brunettes face. Sometimes the treatment even went further then that, for example, a harsh punch to the gut or a kick somewhere on the boy's body.