(DISCONTINUED) Fucked Up {An Ereri AU}

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AFTER WRITING THE ORIGINAL FOURTEENTH CHAPTER IT WAS DELETED. I HAD TO REWRITE THIS AND NOW I WANT TO DIE. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR THE LAST FUCKING CHAPTER.

KARMA'S A FUCKING BITCH.

Levi was the first to snap out of his wicked trance, listening to the horrified voices outside of the door. "Guys! It's us! Open the FUCK up!" Connie shrieked. Levi walked over to the door, grabbing the cold metal doorknob and flinging the door open, ushering the two inside.
"Guys! Holy sh-" Connie's throat felt as if it had swollen up. His words caught in his throat as his gaze fell on to the unmoving bodies of Jean and Marco. "-it," he finished.

Sasha covered her mouth, trying her hardest not to throw up her previous meal. Through the windows, the light of dawn seeped in, a beautiful mix of orange, pink, yellow, etcetera. No one paid attention to this beautiful light, more so the dead bodies the light fell on to.

Armin turned his head towards Connie and Sasha, his eyes glazed over and not their usual bright blue. More so, a gray color, which reflected his melancholy mood. He hadn't even noticed that the warm blood from his friend's neck had splattered on to his face and body. His eyes had no highlight in them-no shine or glimmer of life. He looked as dead as the two other men in the room. Four, if you include the two laying in the corner.

"He...they..." He couldn't say anything. No words would form.

"We need to leave as soon as possible," Levi told them all, keeping his head down to show some sort of respect towards their dead friends. "Armin, clean up Eren. Wrap his wound," Levi ordered.

Armin, despite how awful it sounded, hesitated. He thought twice about picking up the medical kit which sat uncomfortably close to Jean's head. He thought twice about walking over to Eren and wrapping the clean bandages around his wound which seemed to have been bleeding for a God-awful long time. He thought twice about helping. But he ended up doing as Levi ordered, picking up the medical kit and walking around Jean's lifeless body. He moved Eren's hand, taking his shirt off and beginning to clean to wound with the alcohol wipes. He sniffled and blinked away warm tears which filled his eyes.

"We should...should put them beside each other and put a sheet on them...or..." Connie mumbled. Sasha just nodded, ignoring the fact that he had not finished his sentence. Armin mumbled a soft, "yeah..." Before Levi and Mikasa picked up the bodies and sat in the corner opposite of the other two. Eren just turned his head, watching them in silence as his wound was bandaged and his shirt was put back on. He watched Jean's hand fell over Marco's perfectly. They couldn't even separate now that they were dead.

Mikasa put the sheet on them as Levi walked over to Eren, looking into his eyes with a solemn look. "Eren?" He called, causing Eren to look at him.

Eren shut his heavy eyelids, then opened them, but seeing something he had not expected to see. When he opened them, the scene he saw was different. The scene he saw...seemed right. It was real. "EREN!" a voice shrieked in terror. He recalled something—something he knew was important.

Real...

Real...

Real...

"Levi?" He muttered, staring at the man's pale face. It was dark out, early morning probably. Three, maybe four a.m. Levi's eyes were full of panic, something Eren recalled not ever seeing. "But I was sl-sleep...what?" He tried to sit up, but it all hurt. Everything hurt.

"Stop moving!" He yelled. Eren blinked his heavy eyelids...

-and when he opened them he was back where he started. He was in the room, with Jean and Marco's bodies laying in the corner and Levi standing in front of him.

"Eren?"

"I'm fine," he told him. "I have a headache,"

"You have more than a headache," Levi mumbled, motioning towards his side where, underneath his shirt, it was wrapped carefully.

Hurt.

That made him think of a song, a song he hadn't heard in a long time. He couldn't recall the name, but he knew the words.

I hurt myself, today.

To see if I still feel.

I focus, on the pain.

He rubbed his forehead, hoping to erase some pain, but it was to no avail; he felt ill.

"Levi..." He started. "How long has it been since we met?"

"What?" Levi asked, pure confusion in his tone. Why ask a question like that now? "Maybe...a month?"

"It feels like longer..." Eren mumbled. "Like, way longer..."

"Eren, are you sure you're okay?" He asked again in a hushed tone. Eren just nodded, focusing his attention back to the bodies on the ground.

The song still rung out in his head, beating against his skull with every lyric.

I wear this crown...of thorns

What the fuck is it? He asked himself, focusing all of his attention back on to his spliting headache.

Connie crouched down on to the ground, staring at the shapes of their bodies underneath the sheet, causing a chill to go up his spine. "This can't be real...it shouldn't be real..." He mumbled, feeling a heavy pain in his-

The song. Hurt. Hurt by Johnny Cash.

-chest. He recognized it; it was all too familiar. The ache in his chest that he had felt at every horrible moment in his life. When his dog, Tig, died when he was eleven. After his grandmother died when he was sixteen. When-

Why would he think of a song like that? Sure, it was a sad song, but a song he hadn't listened to in years.

-his mother and father died a year ago. That fucked up pain in his chest, begging him to scream and cry it all out.

"We should leave," Levi suggested, an uncomfortable calmness in his voice. "That would probably be best."

"But...we can't." Connie mumbled, spitting slightly. "They..."

"Why can't we take them?" Sasha added. "Or maybe...maybe..." Her voice faded off. She never finished her sentence.

"Guys..." Eren mumbled. "If we die, Jean-" he looked at their bodies out of the corner of his eye "-will beat the shit out of us in hell for getting ourselves killed. And for the few of us that make it to heaven," he turned his attention to Armin. "Marco will cry his fucking eyes out and yell at you," he told them all.

"Just because they aren't here here, doesnt mean they don't want us to live. So you either disappoint them, or you fucking live."

They all sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like ages, then Connie stood up and nodded, wiping his face. He walked over to the door as Levi grabbed Eren's hip, helping him stand up. Mikasa stood in front of them, Levi and Eren stood behind her, then Armin, and then Sasha and Connie. Mikasa gripped that shitty chair tightly, turning back towards the rest of her friends for clarification. Connie just nodded and furrowed his eyebrows. "Let's blow this popsicle stand," he told them, pulling his gun out of his pocket.