That Night In June | ATTACK ON TITAN X READER | AU

Chapter Eleven: Marcel Galliard

You were sitting on one of the old, crappy picnic tables that littered the outside of your highschool. Except, you weren't anywhere near your school or anything else for that matter. You felt incredibly cold despite the sun seeming brighter than you'd ever seen it before. The only thing that surrounded you were fields of green and sunflowers, much taller than you'd ever be.

But then, why did everything feel cold, empty and wrong?

Wherever you were, you definitely weren't supposed to be here, you knew that for sure.

"(y/n)?"

Time seemed to stop. You'd heard her voice hundreds of times in your dreams before, each time filling you with feelings you could only assume were anguish and rage. Sarah sat beside you, her hands folded neatly together on the table. She looked at you questioningly. "You okay?"

No! I'm not okay! You took everything from us! It's your fault! It's all your fault! You wanted to scream and shout at the top of your lungs, uncaring of the possible consequences. But like every dream you've had since that day, you couldn't do anything.

"Mara! Take a look at (y/n) for a second! She's freaking me out." Sarah called, summoning your oldest sister with a simple wave of her hand.

As if she had somehow been there all along Mara appeared behind you and placed both of her hands gently on your shoulders. "(n/n), what's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

Sarah grinned. "Is it a boy? Do I need to show someone how to respect a woman?"

Mara couldn't help but laugh. "Shush you."

You twisted your body to face her and buried yourself in her front. Mara smiled and silently embraced you. She must've been used to it due to the amount of times you'd crawl into her bed late at night seeking some sort of protection and comfort that only she could provide. This dream felt different, almost life-like.

You shook your head. No, that's impossible. Mara's dead. Sarah's dead. I'm alive. Unless you somehow died in your sleep, which you weren't going to complain about, this was very wrong. It felt too real, too personal compared to the dreams you've had before. They felt so real.

"How about I tell you a story?" Mara suggested, still softly rubbing your trembling form.

"I'm not letting you go." you mumbled into her. You flinched at your own voice. It was raspy and broken. Sarah cringed, but Mara seemed unfazed.

"I wasn't going to let you either way." Mara's grip tightened. "Not again."

Your phone brought you back to life, its light brightening the whole room and that stupid Prince song Clyde downloaded as your alarm played at full blast. You slid off your bed and landed on the floor with a quiet groan. That was a dream, you reminded yourself. This is reality. You rubbed your head with one hand and each of your eyes with the other. You paused when you noticed your pillow laying in between your legs. You must've been cuddling it in your sleep. Maybe that's why it felt so real?

You grabbed your phone which was still playing 'Purple Rain' at the highest volume and hurriedly turned off your alarm. You peered across your bed to see Bonnie still asleep on the floor on the other side. You couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked, currently adorning somewhat of a neutral expression instead of her usual scowl. It was the closest you'd ever get to a smile.

You made your bed, slipped on your jacket and boots while also hastily writing Bonnie a note so she wouldn't worry if you didn't make it back in time before she woke up. True multitasking at its finest you'd say. You taped the note to the back of your door and slowly closed it behind you as you left. All that was left was the stairs and you'd be free. It was around one in the morning meaning your mother should've gone to bed about an hour ago. You only stepped on every second stair and kept your hands on the wall for balance. You didn't trust the railing all that much after Clyde broke it, thinking that he could ride it like you'd see in movies. He was sadly mistaken.