[Levi x Reader] Abused And Misused [AU!]

    You were treated like a slave all through your childhood, if that's what you even call it. You were misused by your family just because you loved things different. Short hair instead of long hair, red hair instead of (h/c) hair, and glasses instead of contacts. You were just so different. Instead of dating a boy your age, you went for the older people, but no one could live with your family. 

    Now you're age 19, such a sweet girl, being abused in a home for the rich. You were rich, wealthy, privileged, but you were different. The college you got accepted into took a year to process the forms so you waited and waited till' the day came. You ran downstairs, being tripped by your mother in the process, you ran to the mailbox and opened it. There it was, the acceptance packet, right in your hands. 

    There it was, your whole life, right infront of you... But with a price. You opened the envelope and read the letter.

    Dear Miss (y/n),
        We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted into The University Of Paris under a full scholarship, but littler to inform you that you will be taking social classes for past reputations with counselors and healing groups.. Your personalized schedule has also been accepted and revised for whats needed. Your schedule will be tapped onto the back of the letter with your dorm key and any other information... We do await your arrival...

To whom it may concern, 
Erwin Smith, MD 
President of the University of Paris
Paris, France 

    S..Social classes? Does that mean support groups? Of course it did... You didn't really know what to do until you arrived at campus.
    You had two suit case, one bag, a guitar case, and one chance to chase your dreams. You rushed down the campus to the Female Dorm Sector 2, where you were based. You ran faster as you heard the bells ring for students that were already there. You didn't want to get caught in that mess.

    You ran into the dorms and walked down the hall to room '39B' and there it was, the single room you asked for. One bed, one sink, one kitchen, one bathroom. You had enough money to upgrade to a single-apartment, so you did. You looked at your bags and groaned, then started to unpack. 

    You unpacked posters, your guitar, your clothes, and everything else you brought. Old vintage were hung up on your walls in less than twenty-minutes. You looked at the clock, 12:40, twenty-minutes until your first social group. You grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room. You were short and looked like you didn't belong there.

    You ran down the brick path way to the building called 'HEALING FOR THE MIND', which in your opinion sounded like an insane asylum, but you smiled and walked in. There they were... Everyone... At least five people you had seen around campus. All different shapes and sizes. All different, like you.

    "Oh come on! Sit, honey!" The teacher, Hanji Zoe, cried out. So you did, you sat right beside someone who had brown hair and the prettiest hazel eyes.

    "Now! Let's get started. Roll call! Eren Jaeger, 1st year." She pointed to the brown-haired boy next to you, "Mikasa Ackerman, 2nd year. Levi Ackerman, 3rd year. Annnnd (f/n) (l/n), 1st year!" She kept pointing to the peoples names she called and smiling like a fool, but you rolled with it.

    "Now, before we start the healing process, let's all get to know each other, feel for each other. We'll go one by one, telling everyone about each other and why we're here! Eren, you wanna go first?" 

    Eren nodded, "I'm Eren Jaeger, 18 years old, abused as a kid, mainly mentally but sometimes hurt on the outside. Uhm, I'm bisexual and yeah.. That's.. me.." He coughed into his fist and sat down. 

    "Good, good." Hanji clapped and everyone else did. 

    Mikasa stood, "Hello, I'm Mikasa Ackerman, 19 years. Anti-social, depressed, bipolar, mental." She sat down, like a robot.

    Levi stood up, "Levi Ackerman, 21 years. Abused, alcoholic, anti-social, depressed, mental, sadistic, so yeah, my life story, tch." He groaned, sitting back down. 21... Hmm..

    You stood up, "I'm (y/n) and I'm 19. I was abused as a kid, not really depressed, but lonely...  I'm anti-social, and an alcoholic." You sat down and Levi looked at you. 

    "Sounds like a dandy-ass-life, brat." You heard him say. You looked at him like he was insane and he just smirked back. You knew this would be a long four-years by the looks of it, but this wasn't home, this was new...And oh -- how you loved new things.