the boy next door

Chapter 21: See You Later, Eren

tw: graphic description of moments before death, suicidal ideation, overdose (graphic description)

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"Hey Y/n!" Eren hollered as he stepped into the open trunk of the moving van.

You turned around. "Yeah?"

"I find it hard to believe you could ruin someone's life."

"You haven't even met me yet."

"Well if I do, are you gonna ruin me too?"

You shrugged and laughed. "Perhaps you'll be my next victim."

"Where do I sign up?"

You scoffed and continued walking, obviously this was another one of his antics. "Get to work before your mom catches you."

"You didn't answer my question, I'm a masochist by the way," he said, leaning out of the truck.

"You've got balls to air that out in public."

"Got nothing to be ashamed of."

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Your vision blurred. You were growing limp in her arms. Each step, your legs floundered with weakness. Hitch was holding onto you and you were in the house again. She shouted, her voice a broken rasp. "Party's over! Everybody out! Get the fuck out!" Hot tears on her face. You couldn't raise your head, you couldn't move your lips. She'd placed you on a couch, your head fell against the arm. She had her hand on your back and shouted at Reiner to get the rest of the people out.

"Y/n... Y/n?" you heard her say, her voice rippled away from you. You stared at the vomit on the floor. "Y/n, drink this. Please. Drink some water," she said frantically. She put her palm against your forehead. "You're heating up, just drink this," she said, coaxing an open water bottle by your lips. You took a quiet sip.

"I need to go see him," you murmured.

"You're not going anywhere, you're about to black out."

You tried to get up and she pushed you back down. "Stop making this more difficult!" she exclaimed, bold anger in her eyes, "I'm losing my fucking mind here too."

You froze, apologetically. And laid your head back.

The rest of the group funneled back into the house. Armin was attacking Reiner with questions. Their faces—in gaping shock. "This doesn't even feel real," said Connie. "That's Eren—that's fucking Eren. This is so fucked."

They berated each other, frantically searching for rationale in an irrational situation. Something to cling to, an answer, someone to blame. When at the center of this; was Eren... Like a rotten aftertaste, everyone knew... He'd done this to himself.

"Y/n has to know something," said Jean.

Historia scoffed. "Are we gonna act like he didn't have drugs in his house or..?"

"She was being mad vague," said Armin

Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up.

So fucking loud.

Hitch pinched the bridge of her nose, suppressing a migraine. "Reiner," she murmured sharply, "I can't do this. Just get them out."

"I'm tryi—" he started, when Armin started questioning him. "Where is she?"

Historia shut her eyes in frustration. "This is not the fucking time just leave her alone."