Sweet Serial Killer [ Riren ]

EIGHTY EIGHT

EIGHTY EIGHT
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"Wake up! Wake up, wake up! Come the fuck on! Wake up!"

Becoming even more frantic, Eren continued to press down on his mother's chest, attempting feebly to perform CPR. "Come on!" He shouted, losing patience. He slouched down, his eyes wide as saucers. Why was nothing working?

"Wake up!" Eren screamed at his mother.

He leaned forward, forcefully opening her eyes, which were closed.

Her golden eyes stared blankly back at him, and he waved a hand rapidly in front of her face. "Come on!" He repeated. "This isn't funny, Mom!" He proceeded to snap his trembling fingers in front of her, hoping to get some kind of rouse.

"You're not dead, so stop acting like it!" He yelled, slamming his hands, which were clenched into fists, onto the ground. He didn't care how childish the action was. The only thing he cared about was having his hands splash into blood.

"Ugh!" Eyes widening further, Eren lifted up his hands and stared at them as if he were seeing them for the first time. They were covered completely in red, as if that were his skin color. Crimson even stained beneath his nails.

Horrified, Eren dropped his hands down quickly, his trembling increasing. He glanced down at his mother, blinking rapidly. She was also covered in red, just like him. But he was still alive, he was still alive somehow. So why wasn't she?

No no, she's fine. She's fine! He told himself repeatedly.

"Mom, get up. Get up, please. Please. I need you," Eren told her, grabbing onto her hand and squeezing it tightly. Her hand was limp in his, and he squeezed even tighter, desperately craving a response. "Please, Mom," he pleaded.

Expecting a reply, he waited, pausing. When he received none, he frowned. His mother always answered him when he needed her, so why was she so silent? She just kept staring at him. She wouldn't stop! Why would she not speak?

"Get up, Mom," Eren pressed. "We're both all dirty. You need to take a shower. You can go first, how about that? Does that make you feel better?" He prompted, forcing a smile onto his lips. He got no smile in return. He felt sick.

Smiles.

Another smile, a more hideous one, flashed suddenly into his mind and he gasped, his grip on his mother's hand loosening as he pressed both of his bloody hands against his head, tugging at his hair as he fastened his eyes shut tight.

Maybe this was all some huge nightmare. Any moment he'd wake up.

Yes . . .

He would wake up, and his mother would, too!

"Ha," Eren wheezed out, slumping over. He got onto his hands and knees on the floor, keeping his eyes shut as he started laughing, tears flowing down his cheeks even though he had no idea they were doing so. He just kept laughing.

When he did not awake, when nothing changed, he slowly stopped laughing. His previous amusement was gradually being replaced by pure terror.

Was all of this . . . Real?

Inhaling sharply, Eren's eyes flew open. No, it couldn't be!

Eren would never stab someone!

Eren would never let his mother die!

Eren would have saved her, he told himself he would save her!

"I need to wake up," he whispered to himself, sitting up. He started to pinch himself, wincing at the stinging sensation. He continued this for a while, but when it ceased to work, he frowned and pinched harder, never stopping.

That is, until a huge black-and-blue bruise began to form. With a yelp, Eren finally quit hurting himself, panting. He hesitated for a moment to catch his breath before he pondered over a different approach of waking himself up.

Taking a deep breath, Eren began to scratch himself. He dug his nails deep into his skin, drawing gruesome red lines into his already-crimson flesh. It was agonizing, but he told himself to keep going. He continued until he bled.

Freezing, Eren grimaced, pain oozing through him. Blood dripped down the sides of his arms, and he didn't even try to wipe it away. Instead, he started thinking again. He wanted so badly to escape this endless nightmare, but how?

Nothing seemed to work.

Except . . .

Lifting his left hand to his mouth, Eren bit down. 

He sunk his teeth into his flesh, channeling all his pent-up anger and aggression into his movements. He was like an animal as he squeezed his eyes shut for about the hundredth time, the pain overwhelming though he didn't care.

Unbeknownst to him, tears began to slip past his shut eyelids once more.

His skin tasted metallic. Probably from the red all over him.

Blood seeped out from the gaping wound he had created on himself, joining the previous coatings of crimson. Eren winced, hissing out through gritted teeth as he pulled back, though he was unwilling to accept defeat.

Opening his eyes, he bit into his thumb, digging his teeth into it fiercely.

He put as much pressure as he could into his bite to the point of where he felt like his thumb would fall off completely. It hurt like nothing he had ever felt before, and finally he made himself stop, his teeth stained red as he slumped over.

Tears continued to fall from his eyes.

This is all real, he realized with a sinking heart. I can't wake up, and neither can she.

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(A/N: if any of you think this is a filler chapter okay I get it but this was actually made to describe the steady descent to my boi Eren's insanity—)