Evil Twin (Eren X Fem Black Reader)

To Make A Killer

(Relapse, mentions of rape, attempt of rape)

You decided to keep a low profile considering your brother was keeping a low profile due to your situation. You only went to school and went home via car with Connie or Eren. You knew that a cop named Kenny was after you but you also knew that the man wasn't going to shoot up a fucking school and you had sufficient security in your own home thanks to you lawyer, thank you Ms.Williams, and Sasha pulling some strings. You were comfortable enough to stay home alone, although Eren didn't like the shit at all, but you insisted by kicking his ass out and limiting his sleepovers to twice a week.

Depending on how safe you personally felt you would either do school in person or do some work digitally and teach yourself. And one morning you woke up, a few days before the trail that could stop all of this, and your gut was telling you to not go to school today. Worse than other days that you woke up like this. You decided to listen and called Connie, telling him that he didn't need to pick you up. He was a little hesitant but in situations like this you just told them not to ask because it's not like you knew what it was either.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face. You began preparing breakfast and going on with your normal morning routine to try and distract yourself from this deadly feeling. School was only going to stress you out more so you decided to have a self care day and worry about school tomorrow. This feeling in your stomach was so deep and heavy that your only focus was to make it till the end of today. And not only in one piece, you didn't want to make yourself feel that afraid, but at least emotionally and mentally stable.

As you ate breakfast, you watched your comfort show with a whole bunch of pillows and blankets around you. The hot cocoa you made was definitely helping ease your anxiety, you weren't used to freezing temperatures and grey skies. But the warmth of the mug reminded you of home, and all it's beautiful imperfections. Although you had to run from it it didn't run from your memory. Which was a blessing and a curse.

But as soon as you put the finished mug down, your heart felt like it ripped out of you and dropped to the floor. Then you heard a knock on the door. Nobody gave you a heads up they were coming. You shook off that awful feeling despite your better judgment and went to open the door. You would've thought your nerves would've encouraged you to check the peephole or security tapes but you didn't want to overthink it. You were too scared to overthink it.

You should've overthought it. You opened the door.

Face red and crying,  hair messy. Mikasa stood at your door, eyes widened at the sight of you actually opening the door. Your speechless as you look down at her. You have to close the door. All the signs, EVERY SIGN IS TELLING YOU DONT GET HER GET IN. You try to muscle the door to close but Mikasa is faster than that and risks her arm by blocking the door from the lock. So when you kept pushing, the door would not close and eventually Mikasa slithered her way in.

She fell on the floor and you ran towards under your couch, looking for a gun that wasn't there anymore. By the time your realized it, it was too late. Mikasa grabbed your ankle and pulled you from under the couch. You tried to get away but she held on. "Please just wait! I CAN EXPLAIN-  PLEASE?!" she cried out, hugging at your ankle as you tried to kick her off.

"We don't have nothing to say to each other you bitch."

You finally kicked her off and ran to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife you could. You got up and raised it in the air. "Come near and see what happens. I'm calling the fucking police." You said, your voice was clear. It wasn't loud but it was more clear and certain as it ever had been. Mikasa stared at you from a distance, trying to find the right words to make you listen. And she did, in her own sick and twisted way.