Just... Thank You

Part 1

(A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so I'm sorry if this is bad. I have written most of this story before even publishing the first part, so I can't really change much if people want it. Sorry! That said, PLEASE ENJOY!)

Eren's POV

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The beeping of the alarm clock caused me to jerk up in surprise. Why did I- oh... I thought as I remembered why I set my alarm at fucking 4:30 am. I guess I should get up and get ready before my parents wake up.

I winced when I rolled over my arm in order to get up. I find my clothes as quietly as humanly possible, flinching every time I hear my drawers open. Have they always been this loud?

-Time Skip-

I watched the red of my blood wash down the drain. It looked as if I had murdered someone, that was how much there was. The shower stung like hell on my raw back and marred arms, but I deserved it. I deserved whatever pain came my way, no matter how painful it is. I glance at the clock in the bathroom. 5:02 am.

The water was starting to get cold by now, so I shut it off and carefully stepped out. The bandages were in the cupboard beneath the sink, so I sure had a hell of a time getting those because of my back. Once I had retrieved the bandages, I wrapped my torso as tightly as I could to stop the bleeding from my back. Even once I was sure it was wrapped enough, I wrapped it twice more around my body before I tied the bandage off. Now, for the hard part. My arms were harder for me to wrap because I only had one hand to wrap them with.

When I am done with my arms I just stare at myself in the mirror. You are fat. You are ugly. You just are a burden on everyone. Every time you talk, someone gets hurt. You are worthless. You deserve every single one of those bruises. A little voice inside my head says to me. At this point this voice is normal.

This voice left an effect on me that I loved. It made me feel like someone understood what I felt and what I needed to hear. Shit. It's already 5:13 am. I have to rush so I can get out of here.

I rush to shove on my clothes, wincing all the while. I glance back quickly to see me in a black hoodie with black sweatpants. I tip-toe back to my room to get my backpack. I double-check that I have everything in there. I can't be missing something on the first day! I thought. Today is the first day of the school year. I'm going to my first day at high school. A moment any parent would be proud of. Proud that their little child was all grown up.

Not my parents. They hated me. I grab my shoes by the door and put them on. "Just where the hell do you think you are going?" Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. "Oh, I forgot. If you speak, it will be double the punishment of last time."

I really don't want to stay at my house, but what choice do I have? I can't do anything about it. My parents will use the whip if I say anything. Hell, they might even use the whip anyway. "Go downstairs." It was an order.

I started to shuffle in the direction of the basement. "Move faster brat! At this pace, I'll be dead before we get there! Do you want that?"

Of course, I don't answer. He backhands me, his ring making my face sting. "Just move already."

By him slapping me I finally got close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath. The smell was pungent. Knowing that they will beat me worse just because they want to. They always do this when they are drunk.

The basement was dirty and unfinished. In the middle of the room, there was a post with two sets of shackles on it. I walk toward it, trying desperately to mentally prepare myself for what's to come. I take off my clothes leaving me in only my boxers.

My father tightens the shackles around my wrists and ankles and I start to internally panic. "Here comes what I have been waiting for."

Oh, shi- SNAP! I scream out in pain, just wanting it to end even though it was only just beginning.

-Time Skip-

When the whipping was finally over it was 6:30 am. It is a half-hour walk to school from my house, and school started at 7:15 am. I still have to bandage my new cuts because I can't be bleeding everywhere during school, especially on the first day.

I sprint up the steps, each step agony for my back. I find the bandages in the bathroom and start the pain-inducing process of peeling off my old ones. Blood starts to pour out of my new wounds.

I had to wrap up my bandages pretty tight. After I thought that it was impossible for me to bleed all the way through the bandages, I shove on my hoodie again. Luckily, it was baggy enough to cover all the bandages that I have on my torso.

-Time Skip-

I walked into my school right as the bell rang to start the day. I better find this classroom quick. My first period was psychology in room 107. Room 107 turned out to be right by the door so I made it a minute late.

"Ah. You must be Eren Jaeger. Why are you late?" I hear from the teacher as I walk in.

I just stood there not knowing what to do.

"The fag is as silent as always!" I start to panic because I don't know what Mr. Ackerman (his name was on the corner of the board) will think of me and I recognized the voice from last year.

"Quiet! I will not tolerate that language in my classroom!" Mr. Ackerman yells, "Detention after school Jean." He turns to face me, "As for you, go to your seat, I will talk to you after class."

I probably looked like a ghost after that encounter. I quickly make my way to my seat in the back corner, not wanting to draw any more attention than I already had.

"Alright, brats," I started trembling at the word 'brats', "Let's lay down a few ground rules. I will not tolerate slang, if you don't bother me, I won't bother you, and don't talk in class."

The rest of the class went by in a blur and soon I had to meet with Mr. Ackerman. I was getting anxious just thinking about it. Remember, don't talk. If you do, you'll only end up hurting Mr. Ackerman or someone else. I think to myself, doodling in my notebook. I'm not even paying attention and I know that I should, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

The bell rings, startling me. Everyone starts to file out of the classroom until I'm only left with Mr. Ackerman.

"Come here Jaeger." He says from across the room.

I hesitate. After a few seconds, I get up and shuffle to Mr. Ackerman. He studies me, and I swear his expression softened a little. "Why were you late?"

I just met his question with silence. Don't you dare talk, Eren Jaeger. My voice. I started to panic and tried not to show it on my face. Mr. Ackerman must have seen it. He started to comfort me even though I don't deserve to be comforted. I want to feel the panic. I rarely ever feel anything, I'm just numb.

"It's okay. You're safe." He says when I start to cry, "Just stay with me for the next period. I have a free period now okay? You can go and sit back at your desk if you would like."

I shuffle back to my desk.