Just... Thank You

Part 7

(A/N: Hello! It's been a while... I know that a week isn't really that long, but I still feel bad... It might be a while until I update again because I am losing a bit of motivation to write this story, sooooooo.... Anyway, how are people holding up through social distancing?

Eren's POV

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I wake up and Mr. Ackerman is holding me to his chest. He doesn't have that cold look on his face when he's sleeping. He looks beautiful without his eyebrows furrowed and him not scowling. Mr. Ackerman starts to stir.

"What time is it?" He asks.

I don't respond, so he looks over his shoulder at the clock. 8:54 am. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, so I follow him, wanting to help him make breakfast to be helpful. He starts to chop a vegetable for whatever he was making. I ran to my room to grab my journal to talk to him through it.

'Can I help you make breakfast?'

I tap on his shoulder to get his attention, then I show him the question. "Yeah, of course! Could you please get the eggs out of the fridge and put six of them into a bowl?"

I move to reach for the fridge handle, not seeing blood run down my arm. "What is that on your arm?" Mr. Ackerman asks.

I look at my arm and freeze. After a moment of hesitation I pull my sleeve down further. "May I see your arms, Eren?" He asks.

I shake my head, not wanting to show him. "Please, Eren. Please show me your arms." I gave up at this.

I held my arms out to him and he pulled up the sleeves. I didn't bother to bandage my arms, so blood was running down my arm. Mr. Ackerman grabbed my wrist gently enough to not aggravate my cuts, and practically dragged me to the bathroom. He ran my arms under the tap, and I squealed in pain. "I'm sorry Eren, but I have to see the cuts more clearly."

After a few seconds of him studying my arms he says, "You cut yourself at some point yesterday. Please tell me when and how." I point in the direction of my journal.

We walk to where my journal is and I start to write.

'I did it before I went to bed. How did you know?'

"Well, The cuts were in different places, your arm was red, and you didn't have bandages. Why would you do this?"

'It helps.'

"Eren. Please promise me that you won't do this again." Again with the promises I don't want to make.

'Fine. I promise.'

"Thank you so much, Eren," He hugs me, "You do mean a lot to me."

My eyes started to water. No one had ever told me that I meant something to them. I was always told that no one needed me and I should go and kill myself. Thank you Mr. Ackerman. I need to say it out loud. To show my appreciation.

"M-M-Mr. A-Ackerman..." I trail off, embarrassed.

"Did you say my name?" He asks, looking at me with a blank face. His eyes showed his excitement though.

"T-thank you." I stammer, afraid he was going to hit me for talking.

"Your welcome. Thank you for trusting me enough to speak to me," Mr. Ackerman says, "And also, call me Levi when we aren't in class."

"O-okay." I say.

"One more thing. Please get me all the blades that you have stashed," he says, looking me directly in my eyes.