She had often found herself dreaming this dream.
"You get over here, you idiot!" Eren's father screamed. Eren, again, was being punished, again, for existing. She was only five years old in this dream.
Eren tried to run, but her dad grabbed her hair, yanking her back. She yelped out in pain, but her dad clamped her mouth shut with his hand, to avoid the neighbors hearing. He punched her nose, hitting her mouth as well. Blood dripped onto his hand, and on the floor. He threw the child down, dragging her by the leg down the hall, and up the stairs. He tossed her into the hall closet, slamming the door closed, and locking Eren in the dark. She curled into a ball, silently weeping.
"You next!" she heard her father shout at Jonas. A loud bang shook the house, and a cry could be heard from just about anywhere. A whipping sound followed it. Her father had gotten out his belt, and whipped Jonas. He screamed for help, though no one could hear him. Jonas had been twelve at the time. The closet downstairs creaked, as if it was being opened quickly, and another loud bang followed.
The baby, Kennedy, wailed, for all the noise had awoken her. Their father grunted. The baby continued to cry until a loud BANG. There was silence. The silence stretched on for hours, until Eren had cried herself to sleep.
"You were screaming in your sleep, again," the present Jonas told her.
"Oh," Eren replied, "Sorry,"
"Go get dressed," Jonas ordered.
"Why? Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to another therapist," he said. Eren sighed. She had been to over twenty different therapists and was in and out of about five mental institutions and boarding schools within the last eight years.
Jonas left as Eren descended the ladder. She opened her closet and pulled out her My Chemical Romance sweatshirt. It was really hot in her room, so she pulled out her black shorts. They barely covered the scars on her legs. She shoved her phone in her pocket and hid her blades in a box of pads.
"Are you ready to go!?" Jonas yelled up the stairs.
"Yeah, one sec!" she replied. She pulled a pair of socks over her feet, and grabbed a pair of black high-top converse to put on in the car. She dashed down the stairs.
The sun was blinding as Eren stepped out of the door. She squinted as she made her way to the little five-seater car Jonas and Liz shared.
"Are there even any therapists I haven't seen?" she asked.
"Yes, there's this new lady, Clairine Jones," Jonas replied.
Eren sighed. She had been to so many 'new' people before. They never knew how to deal with people as bad as her.
The car finally arrived at a large brick office building. Jonas handed Eren a piece of paper with a lot of letters and numbers on it.
"Give this to your therapist," he told her.
"I'm going alone?" she asked.
"Yeah, I gotta go to work today."
"Oh. Bye," she said and slid out of the car. It was about midday on Sunday, as she walked up to the big double doors.
Inside the building were two glass offices and a creaky-looking set of stairs. Eren ascended the steps, and found herself in a waiting room. It led to another glass office and a hallway.
"Hello!" said the lady in the class office.
"Um, my brother just dropped me off I'm supposed to see Ms. Clairine..." Eren said, shyly.
"Right this way!" the lady left the office and led the teen down the hall, to a door.
She left, leaving Eren alone. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a voice.