Sociopathic Killer [Ereri/Riren Fanfic] [COMPLETED]

Analysis Six

It had been about three days Eren has been in the hospital, and of course his parents knew about it after a day. Every time they came to visit him only his father would speak, so the brunette had to wonder about how his mother felt about him. After three days the teen was finally discharged and was in the car with his parents, and although he wanted to speak with them he couldn't bring himself to say a word in the silence. When he and his family arrived home the silence carried over. Eren couldn't stand it any longer so he went straight to his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. He threw his bag onto his bed, which the hospital gave back to him when he was discharged, and paced back and forth with his hands sweeping back his hair. Eren dropped his arms to his sides, walked over to his bed, and fell onto it on his back. He brought one arm to his face and covered his sight for a little while before uncovering his view and sitting up after hearing his phone go off with a notification.

It was from Mina. She was worried about him again. Eren didn't mean to make her worry so much, no, he never intended for that to happen. He quickly sent a reply saying that he was fine and that everything would be okay, and the two of them even worked out a date for the two of them at the movies. After he set his phone down on his bed, he stood up and went to his closet to change out of his school uniform seeing as the hospital had washed it and didn't bother getting him a new outfit. After the brunette had changed he went back to his bed and grabbed his bag to open it and take out it's contents. He set all of what was inside on it's respectful shelves and drawers and hanged up his bag on his door. He walked back over to his desk and sat down at the chair in front of it, after which he took out a notebook and pencil. Eren closed his eyes and tried to remember what the killer looked like and as he was doing so he also remembered that the killer was the missing student, Levi Ackerman.

" I must have a year book with his pictures in it."

Eren spoke to himself as he got up and started looking around his room for his year books, and eventually he found them and started skimming through them to find the killer's picture. The brunette was startled when he heard a knock on his door but he ignored it as he suspected it was one of his parents. Unfortunately though, the knocking became a hindrance as Eren was looking for a single picture of the man he encountered so he went over to his door, unlocked it, and opened it to be met by his mother.

" What are you doing that requires you to have your door locked? You know you're not supposed to have it locked unless it's for personal reasons."

" Yeah well my reason happens to be personal. Anyway, what do you want? I bet Dad wants me downstairs for the same lecture again, right?"

" You seem to know what's going on so head on downstairs. Grisha is in the living room."

" Great."

Eren sighed in annoyance but followed his mother downstairs and into the living room where he saw his father reading the newspaper in his leather chair. The brunette sat down on the couch across from the man and cleared his throat so the man would know of his presence. Grisha looked over to his son from above the paper as he lowered it a bit and eventually folded it back to its original form and crossed his arms and legs. Eren knew he was in for yet another yelling and lecture with his father sitting like that, and so he spoke in a quiet voice so no one but him could hear.

" Here we go."

" So Eren, care to explain why you were in the hospital?"

" I don't know, you tell me. It's not my fault I ended up running into a killer. Besides, all I know is that the police put me in there just in case, and based off what you're saying so far I'm thinking you wouldn't care if I was on the verge of death."

" Eren!"

The teen froze in place. He knew he'd pressed the button but he didn't care. The room was silent except for the sounds coming from the kitchen due to his mother cooking dinner. His father coughed and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.