Just... Thank You

Part 3

(A/N: Thanks to the few people who've read this! It means a lot to me. I am in the middle of online learning, so I might not post much because I have to do schoolwork. I'm also reaching the end of my prewritten part, so if you would like me to change the storyline I can as well as if you have any other story ideas, I'm open to suggutions (ik that's not how you spell it). 

Eren's POV

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I'm alone in my room with my sharpest razor blade in my hand. I just glare at my wrist. One for being fat, one for being ugly, two for panicking in class twice... The list of my mistakes from the day just goes on and on. For each one, I gave myself a deep cut.

-Time Skip-

I walk into Mr. Ackerman's classroom as calmly as I can considering what happened yesterday.

"Oi. Brat. Come over here."

Not now. Not now. Not now. I tell myself. I can't panic now. Slowly I make my way over to his desk.

"Jaeger. I would like to meet with you after class again. I have already arranged it with your second-period teacher."

Am I in trouble? What have I done wrong? Questions circulate in my head.

Almost as if Mr. Ackerman knew what I was thinking, he said, "No, you are not in trouble, now please go back to your desk."

I obey him, scared of what he might do to me. He did say that if we don't bother him he won't bother us. I wonder what I did to bother him.

Psychology was over before I wanted it to be. I guess I didn't want to meet with Mr. Ackerman again after what happened last time.

People are filing out of the classroom but I stay put. Mr. Ackerman walks up to me himself this time.

Maybe this won't be as bad as last time because I can curl up in my chair at a moment's notice.

"Jaeger. I'm sorry but I need to do this." He says.

I start to panic. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to hit me? I curl up in my chair, anxious as to what was going to happen next.

He grabbed the wrist of one of my hands. I yelp in pain because he just grabbed me right where my cuts were. He seemed to notice I was in pain and loosened his grip on my wrist. I tried to take the opportunity to pull my arm back to my body, but my body just couldn't do it. It wasn't strong enough.

He pulled up my sleeve and saw the crimson-stained bandages. Mr. Ackerman, not showing any emotion, started to undo the bandages. I was shaking so much that he was having some trouble holding onto the ends of the bandage.

He eventually gets the entire bandage off and just stares at all the cuts up my arm.

Levi's POV

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After everyone left the classroom, I walked over to Eren. I just need to see one arm, and it will prove a lot to me. "Jaeger. I'm sorry but I need to do this." I say, trying to be calming.

He starts to curl up anyway. No doubt there are so many questions running through his head. I grabbed one of his wrists and he yelped. I loosened my grip on his arm after hearing that pain-filled yelp. That only gives me more proof that he has hurt himself. I feel a weak yank as he tries to take his arm back from me. The tug was so weak that it gives me more reason to wonder if he also has an eating disorder.

I pull up his sleeve and see a bloody mess of a bandage. Don't look surprised Levi I tell myself. I move to start undoing the bandage and Eren starts to violently shake. Because he is shaking I'm having trouble holding onto the ends of the bandage. Eventually the bandage falls away from his arm.

I just stare at it in shock. The cuts are extremely deep and still bleeding. Before I can do anything, Eren just slumps into my arms. "Eren!" I shout. God dammit.

This is no doubt due to blood loss. It was just a matter of time before he bled out. I picked him up bridal style and started sprinting for the nurse's office. He is too light to be healthy.

"Hanji! One of my students just blacked out!" I yelled when I arrived.

She immediately jumped into action, grabbing him and setting him on the bed. The cuts were still out in the open.

"Levi. What the hell happened here."

I tell her everything. My suspicions about an eating disorder, him being selectively mute, everything.

"This is probably because of blood loss," Hanji says, "he should be okay as long as I stitch up these cuts."

I just nodded. Damn. Am I already this attached to a student? "I should call his parents," I say, attempting to be helpful.

"Hold on a minute," Hanji states, "We should know if there are any others before we call his parents. Can you take off his hoodie and shirt for me?"

It sounded reasonable to me, so I took them off. His torso revealed more bandages and bruises, but no blood from the looks of it. "We still need to unwrap these just to be sure, right?"

"Yeah," Hanji said quietly.

We started to unwrap the bandages and saw that more blood showed up once we took off the first few layers. "It has to be on his back," I say.

So we flip him over. And all I see is red, swollen, and bleeding skin. There is no way that he could have done those himself. That is from someone else, so who? "I need to call his parents," I say, shocked at what I see.

I walk over to the computer and look up Eren's file to find the phone number I need. Finally. I need to get answers from his parents.

The phone rings and rings.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" someone says, slurring his words.

"I am Levi Ackerman, Eren's psychology teacher, a-"

"I TOLD HIM THAT IF THE SCHOOL WOULD CALL ME I WOULD BEAT HIS ASS TILL HE CAN'T MOVE!" His father says, slurring his words even more.

"Well, sir, your son blacked out during school," I say, trying to make sense of the situation.

His parents are obviously alcoholics and he must be abused at home...

"Well, I will leave you to whatever you are doing," I say and hang up. To Hanji, I say, "I'm calling the police. He's abused at home."

"If that's the case, then you should." She responds.

I dial the number for the police.

"How may I help you?"