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Abandoned love

Summary:

Eren jeager was abused by his parents and thrown out after he came out to them, he was thrown out onto the streets and had no place to live. He attended Maria high and music was the only thing that kept him going

At the start of the new school year, there was a teacher that Eren had never seen before. Mr Ackerman he read from the board....

Notes:

Hey guys this is my first Fic, it gets better I promise * crosses fingers for luck * anyways there is mention of abuse, rape and intense voilence, sorrryyyy. I'll try to update this as much as possible and I really hope you enjoy, let's get on with the story * lots of smiles *

Chapter Text

Erens P.O.V

i woke up to the cold bitter morning air. I groaned as I slowly lifted my head up from the bench and looked around. It was still dark but I don't normally get much sleep anyways since..... That night happened. I shiver at the thought.

I lift my arms up and stretch slowly, I hear my bones crack because of the Uncomfort of sleeping on a hard cold surface. I stay on the park bench looking around at some early risers going on a morning jog or walking their dog. ' imagine if I could go back to living a life like that, doing normally things. I might actually have some friends '

I think to myself and sigh deeply. I start to walk about aimlessly thinking about my foster parents. I was 13 when my parents threw me out, they caught me with a play boy magazine. It was only inoccent and didn't mean anything, I saw it and picked up up randomly flicking through the pages. That's when they walked in, they were disgraced at what they saw that's when I finally decided to tell them. I thought they would take it better but obviously not. They screamed and shouted at me to get out, that they didn't want me to be their son anymore. I remember grabbing everything I could and put it into a bag with tears blurring my eyes.

I was put into care after that. At first going into that house felt like a dream. Everything was clean, polished, they greates me with kind smiles and hugs, even promises of all the fun things we could do together. I quickly found out all those sweet thoughts would be abandoned. It was my second night in the house and I was tucked up in my bed with my foster mum singing me to sleep because I woke up screaming for a nightmare about my parents. That's when I heard it. Bang. A gun shot coming from downstairs. my ' mum ' quickly picked me up and put me in the closet. It's all a blur that night now, but I remember the screaming and the drunken shouts. Suddenly there was a gun shot and all was silent. I've forgotten everything else that happened that night and I never want to remember it.

Before long I found myself in the middle of a park with silent tears dripping down my face. I wipe them away quickly and drag myself to school slowly not caring if I was late. My apperiance was the least of my worries but I have grown quite skinny from the lack of nutrients, even when I decided to go back to my foster dads house i had to steal food from the cabinets and shower as quickly as I could. You may be asking why I stay there, mainly because when I do go home I get beaten until I'm passed out and death threats if I told anyone. I wouldn't mind that actually death would be quite peaceful. I wouldn't say I'm suicidal but I wouldn't mind dying. Say if I was in the middle of the road and a car came at me, I wouldn't nessecarily move.

I walk into school hiding in the corner hoping going unnoticed until the bell rang. A group of guys walked up to me all wearing evil grins on their face " look who it i- " the bell rings mid sentence and I sigh in relief. I rush of to class away from them but Jean, the ' leader ' of the group grabs my collar. " we'll finish this later " he spits in my face and I run away to class as soon as he lets go of me.

I look at my new timetable - since it was the start of the new year - and discover that I have music. I smile a little to myself and walk into the classroom. This is when I'm at my happiest, surrounded by musical instruments that I know how to play perfectly, I don't know how but I'm just naturally good at it. Now is the only time I get to play and I savour every second of it.

I see a middle aged man sat at his desk at the front of the room reading a book, I look over him shyly. He's wearing a tight white shirt showing of his well defined muscles ' God ' I thought to myself, I tried to tear my eyes away but I couldn't. I found myself staring at him. His jaw line was razor sharp and his glasses complimented the shape of his face greatly. His hair was jet black and was accompanied by an undercut ' shit stop stairing ' I think to myself and quickly looked back down before him or anyone else saw me checking him out.

The second bell rings and the door slams shut, Silence filled the room immediately " I am Levi, your new music teacher "