His Little Brat. {Levi x Reader}

That Semicolon Tattoo. (Depressed!Reader x Psychiatrist!Levi)

-If you guys don't know what the semicolon tattoo represents..it stands for mental struggles and for suicide prevention.-

A semicolon is used when an author could've chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to.

The author is you and the sentence is your life.

"So why are you here?" The man sitting in front of you shoots you a surprisingly blunt sentence, marking the beginning of another one of your sessions.

  Your psychiatrist wasn't like any other shrink that you had been seeing. He was scary looking and even intimidating to say the least. He didn't sugarcoat things nor did he give you an easy time. It was just his way of finding out why you were feeling the way you were, and why you decided to do what you did.

You looked down at your thighs as you unconsciously run your hand up and down your wrist. It was something trivial, but it calmed you down to focus on the web-like rough flesh that you could feel under your finger tips. Levi's observant eyes dart to your wrist, but quickly averts them as you slowly look up again.

"I..I tried to kill myself a month ago." You say with difficulty. It was the first time you could say it without having to burst into tears midway.

"Why are you here?" He repeats himself again and you stare at him in confusion as he asks the exact same question again.

Levi notices your befuddlement and leans over in his chair, his grey eyes piercing into yours like he could see right through you. Perhaps he could. He also notices your inability to answer his question. It seemed like you were trying to avoid stating the real answer.

"Is it fun..being cooped up in a mental ward like you are?" He demands, his voice suddenly dark and hair-raising.

"N-no.." You whisper.

"Then why are you HERE?" He emphasizes and shifts his weight to cross his legs as he watches your silent tears stream down your face.

You bite your lip as your hand on your wrist tightens. Your nails begin to dig into your flesh, maybe even drawing blood. You wouldn't know, your head was numb, everything was just nothing to you at that moment. Before you realize that you were hyperventilating, you feel something soft on your hand that was clenched over your scarred wrist. You were brought back by his suddenly gentle eyes as you take deep breaths. His touch loosens your claw-like grip and you hang your head as the tears get heavier.

"You are here...to get better." He answers his own question quietly; yet firmly.

"How would you know how I feel? You're not me..you've never BEEN me. So how the fuck are you supposed to be able to help me? I'm already broken, broken things can't go back to the way they were." You whisper as you wipe your tears away angrily; ashamed to have shown your tears to a man you barely even knew.

"Oh I know how you feel...and I don't need to explain that. Perhaps I will show you one day." He answers; almost coldly.

That's when you catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his wrist. 

That semicolon tattoo.

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Dear Readers,

I'm sorry this is kinda crappy TuT. However, if any of you are confused, people with semi-colon tattoos are usually people who have experienced and have or are fighting depression or any mental disorder. I this case, Levi has experienced what the reader is experiencing. Yeah. LOL. Hope you enjoyed.

Love,

Winnie.