Hello and welcome to a new chapter!

The first think I want to say is, wow.

The reviews you guys gave me. Thank you.

I really appreciate it!

And another thing I want to say is I ship winmin. But since this is Eren's POV, he still thinks Armin isn't gay. But he is XD

It's confusing, I know...

Just say that Eren basically think being gay is very wrong, and he couldn't imagine his only friend (Mikasa is his sister...) being gay, like him. Because he hates himself.

If that makes sense...

If there is anything you don't understand, or if there is like a hole in the plot or something, tell me. And I'll fix it XD

And I'm using my iPad to write this, so the page breaks aren't working. So I'm sorry if it suddenly changes from one scene to the other. I tried using a pattern, but it doesn't show. Sorry...

I don't own SnK/AoT.

Anyway, enjoy!

I just walked inside of my school, and was heading to class when Armin showed up.

"Morning Eren! How are you today?" Armin said and gave me a big smile.

"I want to die."

"I'm good, you?" I said, returning the smile, like always.

"I'm good too!"

He suddenly frowned. "But... I talked to the teacher about your situation, so the homework you missed, doesn't need to be finished. As long as you study extra hard."

"You what?! You told him?!" I yelled. How could he? How could he tell my teacher that I tried to kill my self? I know I want to, but I can't. If it fails I need to move in with someone. And I can't keep my mask on for a long period of time.

"E-Eren calm down! I didn't say that you... tried anything. I just said that you were in the hospital," he tried to explain.

I glared at him. "Fine," I finally said. He gave a relieved sigh.

"Okay then. Let's get to class." I nodded.

-x-X-x-

"Armin, if you're that sick, then go home."

"N-no. I'm fine," he said. He was leaning over the school toilet, ready for the next time his breakfast would come back, not the way most people want.

"Armin, seriously. Go home." I was rubbing his back. "I'm not going home. I'm f-fine."

He's just doing this because he's worried about me. Because he doesn't trust me. Not that I blame him. He's the only person, next to Mikasa, who actually like me. But both Armin and Mikasa are overprotective. And it can be really hard to hide my true feelings.

Plus, Mikasa is my sister. Adopted though. So she doesn't get abused. My father adores her. Not that I want it any different. I love her. I've only known her for a few years though. But she seems extra close to me. Strangely close. But that doesn't matter.

But Armin. I can't let him throw up all his insides because he's worried about me. It's silly. I've already decided that I'm not going to kill myself. Even if I want to, and other people want me to die too. I just can't take the risk right now.

"I know you're only doing this because you're worried about me. Do you really think that I'm going to kill my self? Right here? Right now? I just got out of recovery f-"

"Let me stop you right there," he interrupted. He took a deep breath. "You got in recovery for your physical wounds, not your psychic ones. I-I'm not going to leave you at your first day at school, and Mikasa isn't here."

"You're sick."

"And? I can handle it," Armin said. He gave me a reassuring smile. Didn't help though.

No. I'm not letting him do this to himself. I'm not going to let him suffer for a worthless shit like me.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the school hallways. I could hear Armin shout something like: "Where are you going?"

I saw a teacher.

I walked up to the teacher. He was a tall, blond man. Oh, it's my biology teacher. Me and Armin's that is.

"Excuse me Mr. Smith. Armin Arlert, umm, your student from biology class. Well, he's very sick... And he refuses to go home. And I think he should... So can you talk to him?" I said.

I hate taking to teachers. It makes me nervous. I don't trust them. When I was little I told them about me being bullied, and they didn't do shit. And I still get bullied. Which is embarrassing. I'm weak, I know. No need to rub it in.

Mr. Smith gave me a warm smile, distracting me from my sudden, depressing thoughts.

"Of course. Where might he be?" he asked.

Damn, he's polite as fuck.

Well still. This is good. Mr. Smith always liked Armin. I think I heard him saying he was his favorite student. That's very good. He wouldn't want his favorite student to be sick, would he?

I pointed at the restroom, and Mr. Smith quickly walked inside the vomit-smelling room.

After a while, Armin came out, holding Mr. Smith's arm to help his balance. Armin was as red as a tomato.

Must be embarrassing. I mean I knew Armin isn't gay, like me- Wait no. I'm not gay. I'm not allowed to be. Stop telling yourself that you are, because you're not!

I sighed and shook the sudden thoughts out of my head. Why do I always do that? Whatever.

I waved Armin a goodbye. Armin looked pretty pissed that I made him leave.

I turned on my heels and headed to my locker. I have two more hours of school, two hours of math, so I needed to get my math books.

It was a five minute walk from the restroom to my locker.

"Faggot"

That word. That word has been following me my entire life. That lie. It was written on my locker. Like it was reminding me. But it's not true. It's a lie. I'm not a faggot. I'm not.

"Well, it looks like you finally got to see my present!" someone said. I turned around to look at this person. And of course. It was a bully.

"Yeah, it describes him perfectly!" a shorter person said. He was standing beside the bigger guy in front of me.

"Shut up," I said in a low voice.

"Huh? Is the little fag trying to speak up?" The bigger bully said. The smaller one laughed at that. And an another bully suddenly appeared, laughing at the previously mentioned question.

"Speak louder! We can't hear you!" the smaller bully said.

"Aw. Poor little boy. He'll never know what real sex feels like. Tell me," the bigger bully started. "How does it feel to get fucked up the ass?"

I snapped.

"SHUT UP! I'M NOT GAY, YOU PRICK!"

Pain. An all to familiar pain.

A punch, right to my face. The shock made me fall on the ground. "F-fuck," I whispered. I lifted my hand to my face, where I had been punched.

"Don't talk back to me, you cocksucker!" he yelled. Clearly pissed.

Great. I made him angry. I make everything worse.

He kicked me in my stomach. He was using really hard boots, which made the impact a lot more painful, so I gasped for air.

The two other bullies came closer to me. They started to punch me in different places.

Face, stomach, throat, legs, arms. Everywhere.

The pain. It was overwhelming. It's like my father. They hit the same way. Like they are trying to get rid of a bug. To squash a spider. They just want to get rid of an unwanted creature.

Not that I blame them.

Aaaaaand, that's it for this chapter!

Sorry if it's short.

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