My eyes snap open with a jolt. Sweat covering my brow, hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. I sit up, in mind of the ceiling and begin to softly jump down, taking gasps of quiet air to calm my racing pulse. Careful not to wake Sasha, who sleeps soundly although snoring lightly - she's probably dreaming about potatoes. I begin tugging on my shoes and get dressed for the day, dawn was just beginning to touch the sky with its warm colors.
I sigh lightly, bringing a hand up to wipe the semi forgotten sheen of sweat on my forehead. Walking towards the door as both Mikasa and Annie mutter in their sleep, the latter on the top bunk- she must've entered the room at a later time. I pause, watching them get comfortable again before proceeding to open the wooden door. It squeaked lightly in protest against my weight, finally it gave way after a moment and I nod to myself thankful it wasn't louder. Taking a couple steps out before closing it again, I navigate the halls through the thin streaming light of dawn from the windows.
As I make it outside, I take a breath and notice all the smells in the air; the light rain smell from the dirt due to the water soaking the earth that night, which was light to be considered that it was not heard by us in the bunks, the flowers blooming off to the right and finally the sounds of birds humming their tunes in the morning. I walked slowly to gather my thoughts, leaves beginning to fall despite the warm weather, my brown boots making imprints in the ground below me. I let my head sag and zone out for a few moments even when not wanting to think. After taking a look around, I realize where my legs have managed to lead me despite not tripping on anything.
It's a place I had revealed after wandering the ground surrounding us one night, it was a waterfall enclosed by the trees and beautiful red flowers blossoming on either side of it. The path was off to the left, if someone was not looking for it, they would not find it. Especially with the shrubs and roots of oak trees converging on the muddy, foot path made by multiple boots before me. The entrance to the flowing water allowed me to see the sun reflecting on the surface of the blue liquid. I sigh in mild content at the scene in front of me, the flowers and leaves swaying across the thin dark branches of the trees. The trees, they were living, content at their core not willing themselves to remember things of which haunted them, nor having a mind to constantly be on the run. It was a peaceful yet envious sight to behold, envious to the fact that the plants and timber seemed to not have a care in the world, they could simply stay rooted to their posts.
Instead of pondering the thought, I strip away my leather boots and roll up my dark pants. Dipping my feet into the cold morning lake, which was stilled despite the rushing water being connected to it, was almost pure bliss. My mind began to recollect the nightmare that still plagued my dreams, even with it being so far back that their deaths took place. Taking a breath of the new day air and exhaling the oxygen slowly through my nose, I allow myself to think back.
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"Mama!" I cry out with a hoarse voice, that didn't sound much like my own. Mother stands in front of me, her back turned and hands bunching up her shirt, I reach out in spite of her not reacting to my call. Water begins it's trail off of her hair, running down her clothed skin and taking what color she had with it. The beginning of her head, getting dissolved with the wind that I didn't feel, but I saw that her hair had tangled in on itself, getting dried with a murky liquid. She finally turned. I gasped, horror striking into my heart, ceasing all previous movements. Her- her face. It was crushed, the liquid I had seen before was blood, it was smeared and I couldn't make out where her hairline began and eyes started. I screamed with ferocity, trying to move away, not processing the words her broken jaw and ripped opened skin were trying to say.
Where her head was split for all to see -the pink muscle of which she used to move her now damaged body- was trickling down the side of her face with blood. She comes close and just stares at me, the last part of her distorted words registering no matter how scared and horrified I am, "—- come." With that said, her body disappears, the previous unfelt wind returning with full speed and taking her with it. But alas her voiced echoed everywhere with different words, "You couldn't save me!" I curled into a ball, covering my ears hoping to get rid of the haunting words and voice.
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The Fallen one (Hanji Zoë X Reader)
FanfictionY/N wakes up, they realize they know close to nothing about how they got into this situation. Breaths coming in labored pants, hands stained red, grass is bloodied with bodies steaming. They gasp as one person rises from the ashes. *****************...
