||Erens POV||
I was expressing my self, every little word and phrase made was true. Everything was. The story must be true sk I wrote was about a boy, me, who was mentally and physically abused due to his preference in gender and the way he exceeded in studies, but that didn't stop him. I wrote 3 pages as of 1 hour, leaving an hour left. I was on the part in which my father curled his fingers around my neck, his long slender fingers waiting to snap my neck. Blood seeping out of my cuts made by me but I was being dragged up multiple stairs. My legs dragging due to me being paralyzed and before I knew it, there was darkness. Not knowing what happened next, I only assumed the part in which my father finally reached my bedroom, chucked me on the bed with force, sure to leave a bruise in which is still marked on me, and the cum stained sheets. I looked in disgust at the sheets, petrified to know what actual happened, because I really didn't want to know. Then, I had multiple, "kill yourself" messages on different social medias, from people sat In class with me thus very moment, knowing they all want me dead.
I finished the story off with a teacher, whos name is not said but his my English teacher, Mr.Ackerman; carrying me into a classroom, crying in his arms and cluching onto his shirt which his now tear stained with what I did. I felt ashamed, scared to have the closest person to me knows what his happening, possibly thinking om weal and will abandon me. It all ended when I was writing the story, this story, the story I named, "Abused"
And then I hear Levi speak, telling us to stop.
《Chapter 8 // Bright-eyes》||Levis POV||
"Shifty brats, stop writing and pass your sheets down before I make you stay behind after school." Worried about there social lives, all students and bright-eyes delivered the there papers down to me. "Okay, how this is going to work is I'm going to shuffle the papers, read out the choosen story, without names so the only person who knows who wrote it was me and the Author." Everybody satisfied with my choice sat on there seat, awaiting to hear the story.
I pulled out a random paper but my eyes widen at the word count and page number, and scanned the class, having a quick glance at Eren Jaeger.
After telling the class the title, almost all excluding eren, looked puzzled at the title and I began reading the story of abuse.
YOU ARE READING
'fαllєn fσr чσur wσrds' ((book one))
Fiksi Penggemar♡ℓєνιχєяєи fαиfι¢ιтσи♡ eren Jeager, a 17-year old boy who has the short end of the stick in life. Abused on a daily basis, both school and his apparent home for being both homosexual and extremely short, which really can't be helped. Despite this,th...
