Eren sighs and turns over in his bed that's currently covered in a plethora of pillows. His mother once made a joke along the lines that a large amount of pillows shows loneliness. Eren agrees that he just might fit the criteria. For being lonely, that is. As he pulls a pillow up to cover his head, a sharp coppery smell fills his nose. He groggily opens his eyes to see the cause of the smell, a fresh new wound on his hand.
Eren groans at the sight that meets his eyes: blood smeared all over his already blood-stained pillows, hand torn open and surrounded with bits of browned, drying blood and his sheets, that were just cleaned yesterday, already back to being covered in a mix of sweat and blood.
He swears under his breath as he roughly pushes the blankets away and rolls out of bed than hobbles to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with his uninjured hand. He turns the water on to lukewarm and sticks his hand under the tap and watches the blood run off his hand and flow down the drain.
As the blood washes away Eren gets his first full glance at the cut and groans at the oval shape that's red and irritated, it's also quite a bit deeper than his usual and more frequent bites. A bite this deep hasn't happened to him in over three years, and it looks to be only an hour old at most. He must have done it right before waking up since there is still a light trickle of blood coming from the cut. Eren sighs in impatience he pours hydrogen peroxide onto his wound and watches bubbles form on his hand.
He rinses the sheen of foam off his hand and hastily grabs a band-aid from his medicine cabinet located above his old and almost rusting sink. He shuts the water off and glares at his reflection in the glass before slapping the band-aid onto his hand with a hiss at the pain.
His face is a mess. He has blood smeared on his cheek, his hair is disheveled, and he still needs to brush his teeth. He pulls out his phone and swears at the time. "Fuck! Twenty minutes before I have to leave" he mutters quietly. He runs his hand over his hair in a quick attempt to eradicate any lose strands from his face and dispel his bed head.
He shrugs figuring his hair looks fine enough as he globs toothpaste onto his red colored toothbrush. He promptly shoves the toothbrush into his mouth, brushing for around thirty seconds, deeming it a waste of time, spitting the toothpaste out than rinses out his mouth.
He cups his hand under the running water, gathering a small pool of water in his hands and splashes it onto his face. He scrubs off the dried blood with his one good hand and gently washes the rest of his face with soap. He pats his face down with a fluffy black towel. The dark colors help conceal the bloodstains it will eventually be riddled with, a tip he found on the Internet.
He shuts the water off, hangs the towel up, and pads back into his room to search for some clothes to wear. He always has had problems picking out an outfit even when he was a little kid so he prefers to give himself a lot of time, a wish he isn't granted today.
He pushes his dirty clothes that are strewn around on his floor out of the way as he heads back into his room. He throws his wooden wardrobe door open causing it bangs against the wall making Eren grunt about how "crappy the room is" and how "everything is so old", his voice slightly louder than it should be in a dorm room in such an early hour.
He shifts through his clothes attempting to find /something/ at least a little descent. After around five minutes of Eren growing increasingly more aggravated at the lack of clothing he has he picks out his outfit: a pair of dark wash jeans and a light grey shirt with white socks paired with his brown vans.
He pulls off his nightclothes and hastily shoves on today's clothes. He gathers all his dirty clothing on the floor and tosses them into his hamper, located in the corner of his room, before swinging on his backpack and trudging out the door to head to first period.