TW: child neglect, abuse, and canon-typical violence
Levi heard someone speaking to him, but it was muffled, like they were far away from him.
He felt hands on his small shoulders, the fingers like needles on his bones as he was shaken.
He couldn't tear his attention away from the blood on the floor, sliding out from under the body next to him and soaking his feet. He didn't know blood was so warm.
His head was jerked up to meet wide, terrified eyes.
"What have you done, Levi?" his mother whispered in a quick, desperate whisper.
She ripped the bloody shard of glass from him, burning his fingers, and hurriedly tossed it aside. She leaned closer, her forehead almost touching his as she stared into his eyes and asked, again,
Levi, what have you done?
