Scar (Ereri Fanfiction)

Allow Me To Introduce Myself....

My name is Levi and I'm sixteen years old. I'm a Junior at Titan Prep school, one of the best schools on this coast. I live with my Aunt Zöe, although I just call her by her first name which is Hanji. I've lived with her my entire high school career so far. Before I lived with a foster family. You see, I'm an orphan.

Orphan. Yes you heard me right. My dad died before I was born and my mother died giving birth to me. So I have no idea who they even are. I lived with this foster family before Hanji tracked me down and took legal guardianship over me.

I hated my foster family. One word: abusive. It had a mother, father, a son, and a daughter. Typical American family right? I guess so until you pissed them off. I was physically, verbally, and dare I even say sexually abused by the father. Hanji was my saving grace. Literally.

She found me in a hospital. I basically went crazy. Insane. Off the deep end. Long story short I took a knife and sliced a giant gash that stretched from my left eye, across my nose, and down to my jawbone on the right side of my face. The mom came in, found me, and rushed me to the local hospital.

Depression. Anxiety. Trauma. Panic.

I was diagnosed with all those things. They said I marred up my face because I didn't like what I saw. That my body image was morphed. Wrong.

I told them that wasn't the reason. Everything about the father went spilling out to a social worker and they said I was going back into the system. Until Hanji found me. She took me in, we fought in court, and now I live with her in a large house on the East coast.

I used to go to therapy every other day but last year we stopped. They told Hanji I was better. The only reason they said that was because I said I was. I said the nightmares stopped. (Lie) I said the panic attacks were almost nonexistent. (Lie) I said I was sleeping again. (Lie) I said I no longer had the flashbacks. (Lie) All lies. And they believed me. Funny how people only see what they want.

Hell, I even said I had friends. HA! Nobody wants to he my friend. They all call me a freak. OCD. Scarface. Emo. Clean freak. Cutter. Useless. Worthless. Suicidal freak. Homo. Gay faggot (to me this one is just stupid. I mean, really? Go back to middle school with that insult).

Lets just say I'm not liked...at all. Just as well. I prefer to be alone. I don't need anybody. It's not like what they call me gets to me. At least not anymore. I'm used to it. Now all I hear are their muffled insults. Although, every once in a while a name will stick and it'll destroy me. But I've learned to build these high walls of concrete that no one can climb, jump, or break down.

I don't need people and they don't need me. Plain and simple.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! As you can tell this fanfic is from Levi's point of view and will be a pretty sensitive one. He's going to have a very dark mind and such. Eren will be coming in the next chapter.

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