I Just Can't Get Enough (Levi x Reader)

Depression

Levi's POV

Its been a month now, since Petra cheated on me. And through that time my life had gone downhill. I had thoughts of suicide, cutting and other horrors. And yes, more than a fair share of my arm has been cut. My skin slashed by my ignorance. Of not being able to...Let. Her. Go.

I have been skipping school for the months. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at what you've become. Disgusting." I snarled. My hair was a mess with my undercut gone. My hair looked like a mop. Angry purple and black bags were inder my eyes. My once steal eyes, now turned lifless and doll like.

My face coverd in dirt with some stubble here and there. I washed my face, and tried to smile. But is all came out as a death grin. I could've sworn that a crack formed in the mirror when I tried to smile. I brushed my hair and took a razer. I styled my hair into an undercut, and shaved my face.

Still, my face was a mess. I looked to my left and saw the shower. A gross shower that haden't been used for weeks. I slipped off my clothes. Each piece slowly. Letting it slide off my frail, bone, body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I onc had an 8 pack, but now there was nothing but ribs and flesh. My arms were sickly looking.

Through the month I treated my body horribly. I hopped into the shower, feeling the warmth sooth me. I let the warm water wash away my sins. I latherd my body with soap slowly, making sure to get everything. My thoughts came to me in a flash. Happiness and love flodded my mind. Then came the bad. The sickly. The terror. And last but not least...heartbreak. I brought myself back to reality.

I longed for a soothing touch other than mine. To heal myself, and help me out of my hellish life. But alas, I had no one. I got out of the shower. I dried myself off and slipped on some clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I hated what I had become.

Weak. Helpless. Useless. Dead. With all my might I punched the mirror. It shatterd and broke. My hand on fire, but I could care less. The mirror was everywhere. On my, and floors. I saw myself in each piece. Broken and scrarred.

My heart just snapped. I let it all out. I cried. For my life. Old friends. Wishes. Dreams. Everthing gone. In an instant, I fell. I fell into a dark pit that I could not escape. I hit my fists on the ground, and screamed. "FUCK IT!! I HATE MY LIFE!!! WHY ME?!?! WHY AM I STILL HERE?! WHY DO PEOPLE CHOOSE TO TREAT ME LIKE TRASH?!?! WHY?!?!" I screamed.

I took out a blade and cut. I cut and cut anc cut until I coudn't cut anymore. Chunks of my life/flesh lay on the ground. My tears turned to rage, and rage turned to this. My life is now this. Cut and fucked up. I cleaned and badaged up my wrists and forearm. I decided that I had to make a difference. Doing this...won't make me get better. I have to pick myself up and move on.

"Tch." I...said? I got my coat, shoes, and hat, then walked out. The crisp air blew through me like knives. ...Even though I knew how it felt... I walked to the park I once loved. I sat on the bench, and looked around. Kids were playing and people werw walking by giving me looks.

I just payed no attention to them, or glared at them. My tiredness making my glare more death-like. I looked around and met two pairs of eyes. I looked at the person up and down. My cheeks felt warm, for some stupid reason. I had to force myself to rip my eyes away from thoses mezmorizing eyes.

The person walked to me, and took a seat next to me. And from a little start of a conversation with that person, chaged my whole life around...

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#1 - I have been thinking to make this chapter into an Ereri story. Right now it's a Levi x Reader. But I can change it to a Levi x Eren. I have had thoughts about changing it. So please tell me if you want that. I will be happy on what you guys comment on.