Run Away With Me

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As of now I was rushing to go see him. I was practically itching to lay eyes on his face, hoping and praying he hadn't done what he said he had over the phone.

‘Eren, I'm bleeding...’

‘W-What?’ I had replied breathlessly,

‘Too deep... I'm sorry.’

‘What do you mean, Levi?’

‘I found the razors you hid from me... I couldn't stop myself no matter how much I tried,’

‘I'm on my way.-’ and then the line had died, I was driving down to his house in seconds. The drive was not long, which I'm immensely grateful for, and I was at Levi's door in a matter of minutes.

'Thirteen'.

That was his door number, in brass, rusted, the screw nails drilled either side of the number, also going brown from the damp weather. I wasted no time and I opened the door with an enthusiastic shove, closing it behind me when I was secured in the house.

“Levi?” I called throughout the house, it wasn't a big house, but my voice echoed several times as sound vibration bounced off the walls; however, there was no reply.
“Levi, I'm home, where are you?”

I climbed the stairs one by one, making sure not to let them creek more then they had to to hold my weight. I could hear no sound from downstairs, no sound from the top of the stairs either, and it was dark.

All except the bathroom.

I walked up to the shut door, a pool of yellow, dim light spilled from the crack beneath the door, but there was no sound either.
“Levi, you in here?” I muttered, but to no reply I sighed. Laying my hand firmly on the handle, bracing myself for what I'd see beyond this closed door, I opened it, and saw him there.

He was on the floor, sitting in a fetal position, his knees to his chest, his head looking down at his lap as his fingers thread through his silky, but matted hair. His breathing was ragged, and he seemed to be hiccuping for air. Looking closer, I noticed one of his hoodie sleeves were up, so was one of his sweat pants legs. And what adorned both places, pale and ivory skin, red slash marks. Going left and right, overlaps, criss crosses, scissoring and such.
Razors were scattered around him, some where silver, clean, however others, that were closer to Levi were covered in blood, stained a dark red, tainted with my Love's blood

It was a horrible sight for me to have to see, and I all but lost the ability to breathe for a full minute. “L-Levi,” I whispered, then his head whipped up, his eyes wide, dark under eyes, sleepless, restless, shaken.
He looked but the definition of ‘Frightened’. An experience that causes one to feel sudden intense fear.

I know what experiences Levi had been through to have every right to be frightened, to feel scared, alone.
But none of those occasions had he ever looked this shaken, and this weak.

I neared the cabinet that hovered above the mirror, and the basin in a second, collected all the things I needed to wrap Levi up from his bleeding, painful looking cuts. I retrieved gauze, antiseptic, a wash cloth and some medical tape that I'd left here in case of situations such as this one and neared him with them in hand, his eyes turned sad, deeper than sad, they looked miserable. Dead and miserable. But he wasn't dead, and I'd kept it this way for this long, and so I'll keep his heart beating for a little longer. Because I loved him. I sat by his side, the items in my lap. His frame seemed to shake, rattle almost. Like he was vibrating, I knew it was cold in here, it being a bathroom with the central heating probably off, but his shaking seemed too extreme for him to just be cold, too radical, too persistent.