Hey there! This is the first chapter of Black and Blue! I'm glad you decided to click on my story. This is my first Attack On Titan story. This will have a slow build and have abuse, violence, male on male sexual encounters, and self harm. This will hopefully be updated at least once a week. Please review and let me know what you think! Also, italics means a flashback and bold will be an author note up top or Eren's alarm clock.
I was just eleven years old, living a happy life. I had an older sister, she's sixteen. Her name is Mikasa. She loves me more than most older sisters love their little brothers. But she isn't here. I also had a really amazing father. He wasn't home much, he's this big popular doctor, everyone asks for him. So today it's just me and my mother. Little did I know today would be the last day that I would ever see her alive…
The day started out like any other. I went to school, came home, and was sitting with my mom at the kitchen table. She was helping me with my homework, like any good parent would. About an hour or so into it, the front door opened. Figuring Mikasa had come home, we didn't pay much mind to it. Though, we should have. Apparently there had been this child predator in the area, praying on boys and girls from nine to thirteen. Unfortunately, he had found out that I had been living here. Seeing as my dad's truck wasn't in the driveway, my sister's car being gone with her, and my mom's car in the shop, he must have figured I was alone.
What happened next, will forever be burned into my mind. He walked into the kitchen, surprised to see my mom there. Being the hot headed kid I was, I instantly shot up from my seat, announcing his presence. Maybe if I hadn't, he would have left… "Who the hell are you?" I asked loudly, puffing out my chest. I had to protect us from him. My mom instantly turned around to see who I was addressing, but instantly jumped up.
"Eren, run." She said firmly, putting herself between me and the man. The man obviously didn't know what to do. He panicked. He charged my mom, pulling a knife out from his waistband. The scream is what made my nightmares.. She continued to fight with the man, only earning more stabs.. more.. more.. "Eren.. Just once.. Listen to me! Run!" She screamed, her voice cracking near the end. "I love you… Run." She stated one last time before the life would leave her eyes. The man dropped my mom unto the floor, covered in bright red. I couldn't feel my legs moving, but they started to take me away from here. Out the front door, the way the man came. He would follow me soon, I knew it. I just kept running down our street. My legs carried me as fast as they could.
Five minutes into my running a car pulled up beside me. I didn't know what else to do. I ran, faster. I wouldn't let this guy get me. He wouldn't kill me. He wouldn't hurt me. I would get away. But that was until arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground. "NO!" I screamed, kicking as hard as I could. I shut my eyes, hoping that I would get away.
"Kid, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." A rough voice said, putting me down. I turned around to kick whoever it was to get away. But when I turned, I noticed a blond man that I knew well. He was a friend of my father and my mother. I broke down crying, falling against him. I was safe.. I was safe.. Maybe even my mother could make it.. We were saved.
Another rough kick to my torso, pulling all the air out of my chest. I curled up into a protective ball, still feeling kicks being sent to my back. The pain sent through my body hurt so much that I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. If I cried, he'd make it so much worse. I knew from experience. It had been like this for coming up on 5 years now. Ever since my mom had been murdered, my dad blamed me. He wasn't wrong in blaming me, I had been the reason the man even broke in. He wanted me. She died to protect me. When my dad found out, he told me it was okay at first. That everything would be okay. He held me close and told me he loved me. He took more time off work. But that only lasted about a month. He started to work constantly, only coming home it seemed to beat me. He ate and slept at work most nights. As the number one Surgeon in the area. He would alternate hospitals. Maria Hospital, Rose Hospital, and Sina Hospital. We lived closest to Maria Hospital in Shiganshina District. Or, we had. This year he decided to move from the home in which my mother had been killed. He moved us to the Trost District, which was closer to Rose Hospital. That meaning I would be switching schools. I assume he wanted to switch because a teacher one day saw I had a black eye, calling him. I kept saying that I got it in a fight, but the teacher insisted on calling him. Once he found out he was furious. We almost moved instantly. One week later and here we were. My first day of school was tomorrow and I needed some money for lunch. I asked my father by calling him, hoping that he would just leave some for me or have me pick it up from the hospital. But he insisted on bringing it to me. This was how he brought it. He gave me fifty dollars, which surprised me. But before I could thank him, the beating began.
"Go get ready for bed, Eren. I must go to work." Grisha, his father, said in a bored tone. He fixed his tie and left, just like nothing had happened. He even wished his son a good day tomorrow. Eren shook his head, waiting until he heard the car leave the drive. Once he heard it he stood up, feeling the pain and knew which places would have new bruises. I made my way up the stairs of my home, each step making pain ripple through my body. I gritted my teeth and finally made it up the steps, a proud smirk on my face.
I sighed, making my way to my bathroom. A warm epsom salt and bubble bath always would help reduce the swelling and pain the next day. I opened the cabinet and looked through the many scents I had. I settled on spearmint epsom salts and dark chocolate bubble bath. The two together always reminded me of my mother, who loved Peppermint Patties. I poured a generous amount of both into the large tub, turning on the water. Once it was a decent temperature I slipped in, letting the bath fill up. I turned the water off, turning on the jets. The small amount of bubbles soon tripled as well as my pleasure. I grabbed the remote on the pedestal and turned on my speaker, letting music flow through the room as loud as I so desired. The aches of both old and new slowly seemed to melt from my body and into the water, a smile on my face. I turned the jets off, sprawling out in the large bathtub. It was practically a hot tub, it even had seats. Two, to be exact. Even though probably four people could fit in here. Turning the water heater on so that it would stay at this temperature, I shut my eyes, deciding to just let the world melt away for a while.
It was about an hour later when I got out, stretching. My body already felt much better than before I had gotten in. I smiled to myself, grabbing a towel to dry myself with. I looked into the mirror, making sure no marks were on my face that I would need to cover. There wasn't a single scratch. I couldn't help but smile even more. It had been a while since I had seen my smile. I turned away from the mirror to leave the bathroom, going to my bedroom. I tossed my towel down the handy laundry shoot and got out a pair of fresh pajamas, changing into them. I looked at the clock to see that it was 10:49pm. I set the alarm on my phone for 4:30am and plugged it in. With that, I settled into my bed. I stared at the ceiling for about a good twenty minutes before sleep embraced me.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
It's 8 A.M.
This hell I'm in
Seems I've crossed the line again
For being nothing more than who I am
So break my bones an-
I jumped up to turn my alarm with a yawn. I scratched the back of my head, opening up my drawers. I pulled out a pair of black jeans and a dark gray Metallica shirt. I changed and threw my pajamas down the same laundry shoot. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put on deodorant. I looked at myself in the mirror, biting my lip. I had to make sure that I liked this look. This was my new start. Even if it was a month into the school year, I could do this. I looked at my phone, noticing it was 5:10am. School started at 7am sharp, so I wanted to get there by at least 6 so that I could look around the school, find my classes. The school was a five minute drive for me so I didn't have to hurry. I left my bathroom and made my ways downstairs, cringing at the slight pain that occurred when I jumped down the last few steps. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, hanging on it. "What to eat…." I sighed, looking around. There was eggs, but that would mean having to cook. I really don't feel like cleaning up that mess.. Well, I don't feel like cleaning the pans that were still dirty from dinner. "Ahh, fuck it." I shrugged, grabbing all the stuff I needed to make a sandwich. When in doubt, take the sandwich route. I ended up making a double decker sandwich with whatever would go together that was in my fridge. I picked it up and made my way out to my green truck, jumping into the cab. IHe started the engine and left my home behind, eating my breakfast on my way to school.
By the time I got there it was 5:55am. I parked my car in the middle of the lot, not wanting to take someones stop. I definitely didn't need any enemies before school even started. I walked into school my backpack slung over my shoulders. I wandered around until I finally found the office, opening the door with a smile.
"Can I help you?" Came a bored voice from behind the counter, not even bothering to look up at me.
"Yeah, I start school today. My name is Eren Jeager."
"Grade." The voice replied, typing into a computer.
"Junior." I lean against the counter. I looked at the computer, seeing my name and a list of classes.
"I'll have someone help you around the school, Mister Jeager. Please, take a seat." She stated, ignoring any protest coming from me. I sigh, flopping down in a chair as she got on the phone. I could find my classes myself. Five minutes later a short blond haired boy walked in, smiling wide. He looked like he belonged more in middle school that high school with that huge grin on his face and that hair cut. "Mister Jeager?" The lady asked and I stood up, fixing my bag back onto my shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"This is Mister Arlet. He'll be showing you to each of your classes. Have a nice first day." She turned away from us and went back to working at her computer, leaving my schedule on the counter for one of us too take, the other guy doing so.
The boy held out his hand, his face in a huge grin. "Hi! My name is Armin. I show around the new Juniors here." I looked at his hand for a moment before taking hold on it, giving it a small shake.
"Eren." I turned on my heel, making my way out towards the door. I just wanted to find my classes and have that be that.
"Wow, we have first and fourth hour together! That means lunch too! You can sit by me and my friends, I'm sure you'd get along great!" He stated enthusiastically, catching up with me.
"Oh, joy." I sighed, giving the best smile to him that I could.
"So first will be History, that's with Mr. Shadis… He's.. scary. That's his class." Armin said, pointing into a classroom as we walked past. He showed me around to each class, giving me background on the teacher or the class. It took us about twenty minutes, because of course, my classes had to be spread out across the whole school. "Well, we should get back to class, the bell wi-" He was cut off, a bell ringing in class of words. "And, that was the ten minute bell! Come on!" He grinned, grabbing my wrist and pulling me with him. I had to admit, this kid wasn't that bad. He was pretty funny and had a way of making someones day seem better.
My first class was pretty dull. I mean, I love history. It's one of my favorite classes. But this history class was economics. And honestly, it dragged on forever. I sat next to Armin and he helped me so that Mr. Shadis didn't yell at me.
Second hour was better, though. I picked art. Since I was coming in late my teacher just had me make a portfolio that describes me. I was put into a group with two other guys. One was wearing a football uniform. He introduced himself as Reiner. The taller guy next to him being Bertolt. He smiled and gave me a small wave, not saying much. Reiner's portfolio had all sports related things. Bertolt's had animals on his. Reiner told me they both grew up in a farming town but moved out here together for a better education. By the end of the hour I had my name on my folder. Upon finding out my name, Reiner insisted on calling me "Jägermeister" after the drink.
Third hour was better than first but not as good as second. I had English. Probably my least favorite class. Seriously, what was the point. All we did were read stories by stupid dead guys who made no sense.
Fourth hour was my other class with Armin. Turns out we both have a knack for Archaeology, picking it for an elective. It actually counted as a college credit. We both wanted to be Archaeologists, exploring the world. Past and present. He volunteered to catch me up with the class, even though I mostly already was. What I didn't know was that the class would be going on a week long trip soon to actually look for fossils. By the time the lunch bell rang I happily followed Armin to his lunch table, hoping that they could talk more about their shared interest. Maybe even find some more.
Once getting to the table there was only two seats left. Armin's and the one next to his, now being mine. He sure did have a lot of friends. I suddenly felt myself want to shut down, seeing all the people. I looked down at the school lunch, which was much less than we would get at my old school.
"Everyone, this is Eren. Eren this is, well, everyone!" Armin stated in his cheery voice, looking from the group to me as my head shot up at the sound of my name. They all greeted me, smiles on their faces. "Eren, this is Krista, Ymir, Connie, Sasha, and Marco!"
"Hi." I said, giving them a small smile. Looking down and picking back at my food.
"Where you from?" One of them asked from next to me. I looked up to see that it was the one that Armin pointed at to be Marco, a smile and freckles on his face.
"Oh, uhm.. Shiganshina District. We just moved last week." I picked up my chicken sandwich so that I could eat it.
"Really? What made you move from there to here?"
"Ah…" I dropped my sandwich back to my tray, a flashback before my eyes.
"I can't believe you told your teacher, you fucking idiot!" Grisha screamed in my face, sending a blow into my rib cage. It hurt so much. Especially since he was looking into my eyes, anger in his. Pure anger.
"B-But I didn't! I told him that I got into a fight! He said it 'was school policy to call home if repeated bruises are seen.' I couldn't help it!" I choked on the sobs, tears falling down my face.
"You little lying sack of shit." Was all I heard before suddenly blacking out.
I quickly recovered, picking up my sandwich and taking a big bite before speaking. The table was giving me a weird look, but I ignored it. "Sorry, ah. I just got in a lot of fights. My dad" the word made me sick too say. He's not a father. "was tired of it. So we moved." I shrugged, taking another bite. Looking convinced, the looks stopped.
"Can I have your roll?!" The girl across from me asked, her try completely gone. It seemed like just a minute ago it was overflowing. Now what was left was empty containers and wrappers.
"Oh, uh. Sure." I handed it over to her.
"Thanks!" She said with her mouth fill, already shoving the whole thing in her mouth.
"Don't mind potato girl. All she wants to do is eat." The girl who I believe was Ymir said, giving Sasha a dirty look.
"I thought that name was gone!" She whined, pouting at Ymir.
"You're forever potato girl!" The boy with the buzz cut added, dangling a french fry in front of her face. She quickly ate it out of his fingers, smiling a satisfied smile.
I just watched them all make fun of the girl, laughing occasionally with the rest. I even felt a twinge of sadness when the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. I almost had to jog to get my next class on time because I was still watching the others goof around at lunch. I made it just before the bell rang, going up to my Earth Science teacher. "Hi.. I'm Eren Jeager. I'm new today." I smiled at the teacher gently, seeing the bearded man look at me.
"Ahh, yes. My name is Mr. Weilman. I'll be your Earth Science teacher. Please introduce yourself to the class then pick any seat you wish." He announced, loud enough for the class to hear. I paused, looking at the rather full class. There were about five seats left. One up near the front and the rest all in the back, actually, all around someone with their head down.
"Uh-uhm, do I have too?"
"Would you rather I do so? I have looked through your file, so I can share that." He said in a stern tone, sending me a glare. "Now go stand in front of the class and share before I do."
"O-Okay." I sighed, making my way up the the front of his desk. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and let out a small sigh. I can do this. "Uhm, Hi.. My name is Eren Jeager. I'm 16, so yes. I'm a junior. I listen to music in my spare time and going for drives?" I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment, making my way to a seat. I went over to where the lonely person. I felt bad for him, being all alone. Besides, I wanted to be alone myself. I took the seat next to him, earning few weird looks around the classroom.
I just settled into my seat, taking out my notebook for this class. I opened it up as Mr. Weilman began teaching. Almost instantly the lone person sat up, turning to look at me. He had a bored expression on his face, it soon turning into a glare. I ignored him for a moment, writing what was on the board.
"Why are you sitting here." He asked, more like demanded to know, after the moment passed. His glare turned up in intensity. Normally a glare like that would make anybody more. Normally I would move. But for some reason, I didn't. I felt stubborn. A way I hadn't felt in a while.
"Because I can?" Raising an eyebrow at him, I didn't budge. I just stayed there, looking at him. I didn't know what was up with him.
He just glared at me, a slight scoff. "Whatever." He went to put his head back down, but not before letting out a small "brat."
