Eren laid there motionless and groggy knowing that his alarm would go off any moment.

Beep beep beep beep

Right on cue

He sat up with sharp pains shooting from his entire body
Fuck, why does it hurt so much

Then he remembered
LAST NIGHT

"I'm home" he remarked in a forced friendly voice
"Where were you shit face"
"W..walking, like always"

"It took you almost 2 hours to get home!?"

Eren remained there silent
"ANSWER ME SHIT-BRAT"
"I STAYED AFTER SCHOOL!..T..thinking.. I i could j..join an art club.."
"DID YOU JUST RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME?!"

Shivers ran up his spine "i...i'm so sorry..p please forgive me!"
Eren got on his knees begging when he felt the sensation of a sharp knife cutting open his back

"AHHH!"
"Shut up U FAG" grisha brought down his belt again onto eren's back "U FUCKING DEMON" and again "YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORN" each hit get worse and worse and all eren could do was scream in pain.

Eren laid there completely helpless to his father's brutality. He felt a hand pull his hair forcing him to stand up.
"I..im sorr…" his words were cut off by a dead hit in his gut making him gag so hard he might hurl.

A few more harsh hits planted onto his stomach and chest and one even in no-man's land.

He laid on the ground with only 1/4th of his vision and his hearing is very hazy. He knew he couldn't lay there all night, somehow he conjured of the strength to lift himself up and start dragging himself to his room. When a cold hand yanked him down to his back. Screaming in agony, the hand still didn't let go, he saw a blurry figure right above him holding something

'What is that?!' then he felt something slid against his already damaged chest letting a crimson coloured fluid drip down. He whimpered in pain as the pain from that felt like nothing compared to everything else starting to lose more of his vision until it went to black.

He woke up in a puddle of his own blood and a shooting pain from his face to his thighs jolted him upwards.

He looked down to see nothing but red lines and black clumps covering his chest, stomach, and thighs, he got up feeling weak-kneed trying to stay as silent as he could, seeing his father was in a drunken coma. He made his way to the bathroom and felt a shiver as he saw what his face looked like,

He had a black eye and the other eye had a bruise right underneath it. He had a few red lines along with another bruise on his jaw line, looking at his neck he had bruised fingerprints along it. And his lip was busted

He drowsily made his way back to his room and laid down at the blanket (considered a bed).

Looked at his clock 00:48. And soon doze off into a deep sleep.