(Levi P.O.V.)

Mikasa came home crying one night. I was working on a case and almost didn't check up on her, but what type of person was I if I didn't?

I went upstairs and knocked on her locked door. A muffled voice came from the other side of it.

"Yea?" she sniffed.

"Wanna talk?" I asked.

"About what?"

I sighed and turned the door nob, not expecting it to be unlocked, "Why you're crying?"

"I'm not," she faked laughed.

"Mikasa," I rested my knuckle on the door.

I was worried. I'd found a piece of skin in her razor the other day and dried up blood in it too when I was cleaning her bathroom.
I thought maybe could've been from her cutting her self when she was shaving her legs or something, but I'd never seen or heard of it looking like that.

I always checked her body for cuts, but her wrists were clean and so were her thighs, so I didn't understand.

"You wanna come help me cook?" I cringed as I asked. Yea, I had to work on my case, but i wanted to make sure she was alright.

I heard a chuckle from the other side of the door, "sure," then a sniff.

Her door opened, and as she came out, she hid her tear stained face from me. She didn't eat after we cooked. I sat at the table alone and ate.

I stared at my computer as I chewed, not wanting to go back to work. My mind trailed off. Maybe I could just... uh.. check Mikasa's grades? I was desperate for anything to do besides work.

I searched up "Montgomery Independent School District" and went from there. I found a link that read, "www.peirstonparents.com"

I clicked, and it asked for a username and password. I sighed. Should I call her down and ask?

After about 5-10 minutes of contemplating my options, I saw a box at the corner that had directions in them, and with its help, I logged in.

When my eyes landing on her first average, my jaw clenched. I didn't even mean to clinch it. I clicked her teacher's name to see her grades that had made this average so bad.

Daily (10%)
0
0
0
0
0
0
57
100
98

Quiz (30%)
0
0
97
89

Major (60%)
0
98

6 weeks average - (hope i didn't kill the moment but there's no way in hell in averaging that lmao)

I was so confused. Why? I didn't look at her other classes. It was obvious she wasn't trying at all in this class. She couldn't be trying in the others.

I didn't know whether i should scream at the top of my lungs for her to come down here, or go up there and see what was wrong.

I rubbed my hands together before gathering my stuff and straightening it up, getting it ready for tomorrow. Then I went to bed.

(Third Person P.O.V.)

I sat staring at the end of my bed. Perhaps... it wasn't as bad as I had made it seem. Maybe... i should make the most out of being pregnant and having a nice body.

Those two things didn't seem to match up. I cocked my head. My eyes went blank. Being pregnant fucks up your body. I put my hands in my face.

"Stop justifying it!" I yelled.

I thought back to a Sunday school class when a fifth grader started to argue with someone.

Flashback

"Well, who shall we put on the prayer list this morning?" The preacher's wife gave a warm smile at them, her gray hairs thinning with every word.

"My doggy, uh, because he was hit by a car and can't walk," a little boy in 1st grade who sat beside me said.

"Of course," she wrote something down on a piece of paper.

Three voices rang out at the same time.

"Now, now," raise your hands, take turns.

"My mom. My dad says she's refusing to go to therapy for drugs because she only smokes marijuana," a 6th grader stared at her feet as the words came out of her mouth.

The old woman's smile faded into a look of sorrow, "It--"

"She shouldn't go," a 5th grader with spikey blond hair and big thick glasses that wrapped around his head cut her off.

The old woman turned her head, "what?"

"Weed isn't bad for you," he said.

"It makes you stupid, idiot," a boy with brown hair, in the same grade as me, that sat across from me snapped.

"Precision of laungua--" the teacher told them, but they didn't listen.

"Eren, why do you always have to argue? It's god-made. You can't overdose. You can't--"

"That's like saying smoking cigarettes isn't bad for you!"

"It's not god-made though!"

"Boys," the woman stayed calm.

"Maybe you smoke it now. Maybe that's why you're being so dumb because it killed your damn brain cells because, guess what, weed is bad for yo--"

"Boys!" Her eyes glared at Eren, but they quickly turned warm again, "those who know of evil and of their doing of it, only try to justify it."

End of flashback

I cried. Can it be over with? It's only been what? Two months? And so much shit has happened. It's probably God's punishment for me getting myself fucking pregnant.

I hated myself. I was disgusting. No one liked me. Not even my own best friend. Everyone abandoned me. I was lonely. Eren never loved me.

He never...

I wiped my on going tears. My body became hot under the blanket, and I became frustrated. I started to kick and squirm and almost scream.

I got up and headed to my shower. When I first found out that Ymir, a friend from middle school, cut, I told others that it was a pussy thing to do, and if it wasn't for attention then she needed to get help rather than doing that.

But now... now I understood.

I woke up the next morning feeling like absolute death. I curled up and pinched my stomach, actually being okay with the fresh wounds that I squeezed, for it took away the attention of the pain in my stomach.

I got up and felt wet. So wet. Was it sweat? I tried to get up and run to her toilet, but i couldn't.

My eye sight went blurry for a second. When it regained, I stumbled into my bathroom. Yanking down her pants, everything stopped.

Blood. Blood everywhere.