You think you know me, but the truth is, you really don't. Hi, I'm Levi, the clean freak you all know of. Yes, I shower 12 times a day. Yes, one crumb on Eren's face will make me cry for days. Yes, I stab people then slam Windex into their system. If you touch me, you die. If you poke me, there's not much worse than death, except for a crumb on your face, but that would backfire on me. So, you poke me, you die. But do you know the real reason that I'm this way? Do you really? Surely not, because I've kept my childhood a secret for my whole life. But I'm here to share it with you, reveal the secret of my freakiness, and more importantly, why I'm such a prick to every human being on this Earth.
Let's start back to when I was 5 years old. At 5 years old, you're supposed to seem like the cutest thing on Earth, you're supposed to enjoy life (unless you're trapped inside the walls). You're either shy or outgoing, but people still adore you. But I was… different… I wasn't like the rest of the children on the playground. I stood in the corner and cried while all the others were laughing… playing… enjoying themselves for those hours they would play on the playground with their friends… How could those scumbags stand all of those germs?! I honestly couldn't put my finger on it, how they could touch things without crying. It just shocked me. If I touched a piece of dust, I would instantly start to burst into a fit. I would get on my sanitary gloves and punch everyone around me in the face. Yes, I know, I was a really odd child. It was even more odd that I didn't exactly have parents around either. I didn't even have siblings. I just kind of lived on my own, which was actually really great, since I didn't have to be around other scumbags all the time.
I don't really know how the freaky cleaning got started. In fact, when my mother was around, she told me when I was born, I was quite the child. I slapped the doctor in the face about 27 times until security came to take care of it. It was because I wanted to be squeaky clean, and I was a newborn baby when this happened. I guess its just always been a part of me, to be clean.
The day my parents disappeared… that was a very weird day. I just happened to finish the dishes, and while I was getting a snack, I heard a faint scream from my mother's room. I dropped the fruit snacks and went to go see what was happening, and if she was hurt, but… the room was completely blank. The dresser, the bed, and the desk she would do bills on were all gone… along with her… I shrugged and walked away, only really noticing nothing wrong since I was only 3.
My father had always been away on business trips, because the titans were claimed soon to be outside the walls, going for another attack at human kind. I never really missed his presence, since I had my mother and my Clorox (Weston) to keep me company.
When I was about 4, reality hit that I was completely lonely in this tiny corridor I call my home. I would have to go around, begging for food. If I was unsuccessful with my mission for food, I would stand in the corner and cry for hours, with the growling in my stomach keeping me awake at night sometimes. I would cry until my eyes ran out of tears.
You know how at 5 years old, you're not even supposed to be stressed out about life, and definitely not supposed to have anxiety. Well, that's what happened. I thought it was the end for me and my life, and I thought that I was just another life to know. I didn't have any friends, so I was lonelier than the 78 year old single person across the street from me. I needed somebody to be able to tell me everything was going to be ok. I never had that kind of comfort. That's part of the reason that I've turned out like the person that I am, and the reason that I still feel lonely today.