Off Record [Ereri/Riren] ✓

29 ⚕︎Unforthcoming ✍︎

[Content Warning:
Mention Of rape and necrophilia]

Off Record
Chapter 29
⚕︎Unforthcoming ✍︎
Levi

un·forth·com·ing

/ənfôrTHˈkəmiNG/

adjective

(of something required) not ready or made available when wanted or needed.

I stare at the graffiti-covered wall in front of me and the cracked asphalt below me, trying to get a grasp of my emotions. As a psychologist, one would think that I understand myself somewhat, but I don't. A side effect of my PTSD is flashbacks. Due to this situation, I'm even more similar to Eren than ever.

Since meeting Grisha, I've been dealing with snippets from my past, none of them pleasant. That's what has led me here, the very place I witnessed the rape and murder of my mother, Kuchel Ackerman.

My eyes meet with a cubby just small enough for my body to fit in and I move there, sitting despite the dirtiness of it all. I close my eyes and try to remember. This is where that man forced me to sit idly and watch as he tortured my mother and me simultaneously.

-

I'm sitting at the bottom of the rusted slide at the rundown park that I live a little ways from, standing up shakily."M-Mom..." I start to ask cautiously, holding her hand tightly, "that man... he's been watching us since we arrived here..."

I glance discreetly at a man sitting at a park bench, his glasses gleaming as he drools over my mother. She squeezes my hand reassuringly, a look of confidence making my worry wither away. Mom can always turn the gray skies blue, frowns smiles, and kiss away the pain. Without her, I don't know what I'd do, how well Kenny would take care of me.

My mom is my lifeline.

My mom takes her index finger and middle finger, forming a 'v' with the two phalanges, and uses them to bump my forehead lovingly.

"It'll all be okay, Levi."

-

The sounds of my mother's screams, as some strange man pounds into her, is confusing and mortifying. I don't know what he's doing. Why is he doing this? Why is my mother bleeding down there? Why so much of it?

There's so much blood, so much blood.

"L-Levi, please don't look. Please," my mother begs, pleas, ashamed of herself. I can't comprehend why, but it's scary and I can't look away.

"He'll watch if he knows what's good for him," the guy spits in my mother's face, pounding into her against the wall, red liquid starting to collect on it as my mother's skull is bashed in.

All movement in my mother ceases.

He continues to destroy and force himself on her corpse.

He finishes with her before she gets cold and turns to me. I can't make out his face. It's too blurry. I need glasses, but we can't afford them.

"Come here, boy." He motions to his bloody erection. "Come here and finish what your whore of a mother started."

"No." I shake, but I keep my tone sure. I don't want it. I don't know what he means, but whatever he did... it killed her...

My nightlight.

He scoffs. "No? What do you mean, 'no'?! That is absolutely preposterous! You are cheap, just like that bitch was."