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"..aeger"

I hear it. Screams. Pleas. I can see my own reflection-crimson. Red. Scarlet. Why did I do this? I have to. What do I have to do to stop it? I can't. When did this go wrong? Winter...

"...aeger!"

It's getting louder. It's the sound of police sirens. My breath is getting uneven. I have to go or else I'll...

"Mr. Jaeger!"

My gasps filled the room. Monochrome is what I saw. An organized desk, books lined up meticulously in a shelf, and papers piled up in that desk. I can also hear the rapid scribbles of pen on paper. An office... but what caught my attention is the man sitting right in front of me-his pen red. Ah, now I remember-I'm at one of his sessions. This man in front of me is my psychiatrist, Dr. Ackerman. Perfect, Just perfect.

"Mr. Jaeger, are you with me now? You look quite pale." Caring as always-Dr. Ackerman-even after his client did something unforgivable.

"I'm fine, Dr. Ackerman. Just-Just get on with the session." I was waiting on how he's going to get into the good part. "Mr. Jaeger, hmm, how do i say this?" Quit pondering. "Why did you... why did you do it?"

I feigned a smile and said, "Did what, Dr. Ackerman?"

"Why did you kill that man?"

His face scrunched up as he said those words-words that he may still find unbelievable until now. Words that would never leave his mouth when I was right in front of him. I felt sorry for him. Hah! Imagine: A murderer having remorse for his psychiatrist.

But then again...

"Eren, please tell me." He's my best friend. The only one in fact.

So, I muster all of courage to say,"...So be it, I'll tell you my story."

When I was five, I was diagnosed of having caecum colorum-a condition wherein the patient only sees monochrome but the color red. As of today, there is still no known cure. Reports say that most victims of caecum colorum had either gone mad or ended their life. The doctors say that the patients would do anything to see color-anything even going to extremes just to see the only color they could see-red.

My parents were shocked of my findings. Fearing for my future, they hired a personal doctor that took care of me. A doctor whose son would later become my psychiatrist and best friend. What my parents did to try and get rid of my disease-I could never thank them enough. My entire parents' efforts and the doctor's efforts went swimmingly but not everything stays the same way.

Time stood still for me until my 13th birthday.

"Eren, it's time for your daily sessions with Dr. Ackerman!" My mother would call me from downstairs. She was always beaming-my mother. She never considered her own son as an outcast even after finding out that I had some weird the-color-you-could-only-see-is-red thing.

"I'm coming, Mom!" As I recall, I came running down the stairs. My mother was always waiting at the foot of it tying her hair in a loose ponytail and wearing her favorite red apron. "Mom," I say as I hug her, "are you going to be late again today?"

"I'm afraid so, sevgilim." Mother always picked me up late because her job demands it but I wouldn't mind it because then Dr. Ackerman's son and I could play all afternoon.

My mother started to retrieve the keys of her car in the bowl next to the door and walked towards our driveway. Our porch was filled with 'pink' carnations and 'violet' forget-me-nots. It makes me sad that I could never see what 'pink' and 'violet' would look like. I asked my mom about these colors and she replied with, ''Pink' is a lighter shade of red while 'violet' is a darker shade of red.' Maybe all the colors look like red but shades lighter or shades darker? Who knows?

My mother and I got in our car and started it. I can hear the rough purr of our car as she drove away in our driveway, tires screeching as it did so.

"Oh, and Eren?" My mother glanced at me with delight in her eyes-trying to keep her eyes on the road.

"Yeah, mom?"

"Your Dad's coming home on your birthday!" I felt a surge of happiness run across my body. My Dad-he's finally coming home from Berlin! You see, in this small town of Shiganshina my dad's profession-a detective-didn't really pay well. He needed the money to support my family and my medication. There weren't any crimes in this small town for a detective to solve. So, when Dr. Ackerman told my dad about a job as a detective in Berlin, he immediately took it.

'It's perfect.' My dad once said. 'The capital is only a few days away from Shiganshina,' he said. 'I wouldn't have to worry about not seeing my family for a long time-I could always drop-by!'

My dad never failed to make me smile. I looked at my mom, my smile reaching to my eyes as I am ecstatic of having him home, and said," I'm so glad to have him back. Now, we'll be complete!"

"That's good to hear." 'It is...' I thought as she drove in front of the Ackerman's home.

Just a heads up, Eren's dad is a detective in this one not a doctor

sevgilim - sweetheart